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Previously on Time Cop. Jack the Ripper
was never caught.

I just became him.

What's the plan?

There's just no Ripper. I want my pocket
watch.

Don't you mean your temporal controller?

Our temporal intruder's name is... Ian
Pascoe. He's only 13 years old. You're

telling me Logan's fighting a teenager?

He's fighting the adult Pascoe.

Pascoe's from the future, my guess, at
least 20 years.

I know everything.

Why are you stalking Rita? Who better to
m -

I love you, business.

I like my ending much better.

week, Mr. Bosco.

How eventful, Dr. Jared.

Since we last met seven days, two hours,
and 19 minutes ago, I've paced this

cell 5 ,327 times. I've gone through
three inhalers, 21 hydrated meals, and

spent every spare moment staring up at
this omnipotent eye.

We need to finish your psychiatric
evaluation.

You wouldn't want to humanize your
subject.

Makes you wonder, who's the shrink and
who's the serial killer?

Why do you do it, Mr. Pascoe?

Why are you compelled to alter history?

How could I possibly explain the rush of
standing over the body of someone like

Jack the Ripper?

To a man who's never been out of his own
time zone.

Just call me crazy, Doc.

You'll sleep better in blissful
ignorance.

I understand you received a letter this
week.

The true nature of your visit revealed.

And who sent it to you?

The last time I checked, Doc.

In this country, we had something called
the Fifth Amendment.

I know that one even out and out, Doc.

I was the one who whispered it into
Thomas Jefferson's ear.

As you can see, it's been edited for my
own protection.

May I look at it?

Well, it seems someone's...

Reaching out to you.

It's gibberish, you idiot.

Well,

all they have to do is just look at the
text.

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 temporal

Police team of agents track unlawful
travelers across time. Their mission,

protect the past, preserve the future.

These agents are known as Time Cops.

Tell me it's not true.

Pascoe escaped from temporal detention
at 725 this evening. Sorry, Logan.

He was supposed to be on 24 -7 security
watch. What did he do, just click his

heels and disappear? Cool your jets.

Seems someone sent Pascoe a letter. Ink
was treated with concentrated ammonium

nitrate. Plop, plop, fizz, fizz. Instant
smoke screen.

He used the diversion to overpower a
guard.

Why wasn't his mail monitor?

It was, but for content only.

Who knew? I mean, most people use a
ballpoint to write a letter, not the

anarchist's cookbook.

He still had to get past the fingerprint
scanners.

Let's just say he borrowed one of the
guard's thumbs.

Federal marshals are already scouring D
.C. in the surrounding vicinities.

Well, they better find Mr. Houdini
before he gets to a rogue sled.

He can't exactly do a hard target search
through every decade, century,

millennium. Patsko is not going anywhere
without his temporal control.

Logan. Don't start with your mind -of
-the -killer theories. That watch is

Pascoe's passport to the future. He's
going to want it back. Really? Well,

that's too bad. That's too bad because
his precious little watch is sitting in

titanium vault built into a concrete
bunker 100 feet below street level.

Now, tell me, Logan, how's he going to
get in there?

Nuke it?

Trust me, he'll find a way.

Logan, library, now.

You've let Pascoe get to you, Logan.

He wanted me to catch him in 1956.

That's the only way he could travel back
here and get his watch. I suppose

biting it off that guard's thumb was
just part of his grand scheme. He just

what he needed to do to bypass security.
I'm telling you, he's got a plan. Don't

put him on a pedestal. He's just another
temporal sleazebag. This one's

different. No, you just think he is.

Jack, you're the best I got.

But I can't afford to have this guy do a
shake and bake with your head.

I need to know if you're with me.

I'm going to catch him, Mac.

Good.

Hi.

You guys finished with your little heart
-to -heart?

You got a problem, mister?

Oh, no, no, no, no. I was just wondering
if this was a library or a timeshare.

Everybody's so itchy.

The folks at Temporal Detention just
modelled over a copy of Pascoe's

pen letter. This must be the original

uncensored version.

I've studied rap lyrics to make more
sense.

Let's give Pascoe the benefit of the
doubt and say it is gibberish.

What do you make of that?

Watermark, most likely.

Let's highlight it.

Washington, D .C.

Equality since 1751.

1751. Now, that's weird. Now, D .C.
wasn't chartered until 1800.

What do they do, set up shop in the
swamp?

That's not a watermark. That's an
address.

It's Hemings.

That's where Pascoe's headed. Tell
Matuszak, I'll warn Claire.

Call Hemings.

Hi, it's Claire.

Leave me a message and I'll call you
back. Thanks.

those things?

Pascoe. Hello, Claire.

Claire has had a new way to greet an old
friend.

Did you know, since the invention of the
car alarm, both noise pollution and

auto attack have risen over 100 %? I
thought you'd be halfway to a rogue sled

now. Oh, you've got to be kidding.

If you have any idea about the safety
records on those things, I'd be better

driving a Pinto.

What do you want, Pascoe?

Makes me carpool together that you'd be
kind enough to invite me in.

I'm not taking you into the D .C.

Oh, yes you are.

We're going to walk in there just like
two old chums who haven't seen each

in 50 years.

They'll shoot you before we get to the
front door.

Well, if they should be.

Which I don't think they will.

They're going to have to shoot us.

Because we're a team now.

I can't reach her at home when her
cellular's dead.

Scramble the SWAT team now.

I think you can tell the SWAT boys to
stay home.

The Grinch is already in Whoville.

Let her go, Pascoe.

Officer Logan.

So good of you to join us.

You know why I'm here, Jack.

You want your pocket watch.

Yes. Give it to me, and I promise I'll
stay out of your lifetime forever.

Who's helping you, Pascoe?

Who sent that letter?

Oh, come on, Jack. Even a 13 -year -old
could figure that out.

Captain Eugene Matuszak.

If you've got anything to say, you
direct it to me.

Gene, it's such a pleasure.

Why don't you be a good bureaucrat and
clear this room with all of our

personnel?

I'm sorry, did I forget to say please?

Next time I hit something with a pulse.

Clear the room.

Your watch isn't here.

Well, I pray you haven't damaged it.
It's kept in a vault which can't be

accessed without permission from the
Senate Oversight Committee.

It could take days. And even then,
there's no guarantee.

Oh, well, then we have a serious problem
here because time is of the essence.

Don't get into him. Oh, Claire.

Modernism isn't only overrated, it's
extremely painful.

You know, I've seen your future.

Two adorable little boys.

You do want to have them, don't you?

You hurt her, and I guarantee you'll
never make it back home.

Jack, you do realize that you only
caught me because I wanted to be caught.

Never forget, I'm from the future, and
I'll always be one step ahead of you.

Still gonna take time to get your watch.

Good. Claire and I will be... We'll be
taking a little trip to Chicago.

1928 Chicago.

There's no way in hell you're going back
in time.

Oh, yes, we are.

And you're going to launch us, Jack.

Set the coordinates for June 14, 1928.

We'll be waiting for you.

Under the clock, Union Station,
midnight.

If you don't come alone, she dies.

If you send us anywhere else, she dies.

Jack, if you forget to bring my watch,
our huggable little Claire here will

We're playing by Chicago rules now,
Jack.

You're never getting that watch back.

Well, if I don't...

He buried in the Roaring Twenties.

Claire, I understand the meal on this
flight is fantastic.

Will you be having beef for chicken?

Two in the eyes, two in the throat, and
two in the heart.

Opportunity, Eddie.

That's how you should look upon Joey's
unfortunate demise.

Joey, look advantage of my graciousness.

Yes, Mr. Capone.

I provide for everyone who comes to sit
at my table. I only ask for one thing in

return.

You know what that was? one thing is,
Eddie?

Respect, Mr. Capone.

By bed.

Respect.

Hi, Al.

I'm back.

Did you miss me?

Like a tumor.

Don't get fresh.

Remember how you got the first scar.

Get the lady some clothes, lapdog.

I'm fine as I am.

No, you are not. This is the era of game
skirts and broads, and you are damn

well gonna blend in.

Why'd you come back?

Now, let's just say I'm in town with a
few hours to kill.

I'm going to wake

the subcommittee

chairman at 3 a .m. to get this.

I'll tell you what he told me.

Don't screw up the next time he's
sleeping in.

This is the only way.

I'd prefer if you left Pascoe at the
bottom of Lake Michigan in a pair of

shoes.

Hey, a guy can dream.

What?

I won't be here long.

And as soon as I'm gone, you can go back
to being the godfather.

But right now, you work for me.

I'm used to being given a certain amount
of respect in my own home.

Well, the way I see it, you wouldn't
have a home if it wasn't for me.

I'm the one who introduced you to
bootlegging, gambling, and all the other

nefarious activities that you claim
credit for. I still had to put together

operations. I took the risks.

Risks? Yeah.

I'm the one that kept you one step ahead
of the law.

And all your enemies, you've dodged so
many bullets, it's embarrassing.

I can hold my own in a gunfight.

Don't get cocky, Al.

You know, I could have plucked any
goomba bouncer off the street and they'd

standing right where you are now.

But I chose you, Al.

And because of me, you're going to go
down in history.

Now you blend, Claire.

Shouldn't we be headed to Union Station?

Well, I have a few matters to take care
of first, but Mr.

Capone here has graciously offered to
escort you.

Alphonse, don't be late.

You know what I always say.

A tardy man is a dead man.

Yeah, Mr.

Capone.

Loving memory of Sammy Trigger -Happy
Bianca.

Guess someone got a little trigger
-happy with you, Sammy.

Thanks for the suit.

Taxi!

We got a future criminal back in 1928
and we're hardly picking up a rip.

Yeah, I think mud puddles look bigger
under toes.

What's your analysis?

Well, either your little dome's blown a
fuse...

Or Pascoe's been to 1928 before.

I hate it when you confirm my worst
fear.

Got a line on Pascoe's anonymous pen
pal?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, you'll love this one.

He sent a letter to himself.

Easter, get some sleep, huh?

Pascoe told Logan a 13 -year -old could
figure out who sent that letter.

Great, get one in here.

Oh, you're missing one.

Pascoe is from the future, but in
2007... He's only 13 years old and on

for killing his foster parents.

I contacted Pascoe's lawyer. He told me
that letter was delivered to his office

by a kid.

You're telling me the 13 -year -old
Pascoe broke his future self out of

The brat was his get -out -of -jail
-free card.

Can I help you, mister?

That's all right. I'm meeting someone.

Oh, I get it. You're one of those.

One of what?

Well, there's only two types that walk
in here.

Lovers and leavers.

The lovers kiss each other goodbye as
they're boarding the Chicago Limited.

The leavers end up kissing the wrong end
of a Tommy gun.

Thanks. I'll watch my back.

You're not meeting somebody under the
clock, are you?

Oh, well, in that case...

I think it's time for my coffee break.

Well, is there something I should know?

It's a Chicago, my friend. It's a Tucker
Center.

Whoa, that's bad.

Union Pacific announces morning for
train 59.

City of New Orleans, track number 26.

Morning at 2 a .m. for Champagne,
Havana.

Thank you. Got it?

Take a load off, Jack.

What's the hurry?

About to catch a train?

Where's Hemmings?

She's right where I told you she'd be.

Let's make a deal.

Jack, have your porter meet Officer
Hemmings and Mr. Capone in the middle.

Capone? That's one of the perks of
having home court advantage.

But you're from the future. I'm from
anywhere I want to be, Jack.

boys kept bankers' hours.

Not when you do your best work at night.

Kidnapping women, that's a new law, even
for you.

It's not one cop, it's another.

Everybody down!

I guess we're destined to meet again,
Jack.

Move it!

Move it!

a jumping ship.

Stay right where you are, buddy.

Here's the deal.

You don't shave, you don't get to point
the gun.

I'm Treasury Agent Elliot Ness, and I
get to point the gun at whoever I want.

I don't work for Al Capone.

Sure you don't, dapper Dan. You just use
the same tailor.

If it wasn't for me, You and that badge
you're so fond of waving would be

splattered all over the station.

I don't owe you anything.

I had a clean bust until you messed it
up.

How long have you been doing that?

Two weeks.

We scoured the whole area. We couldn't
find any shell casings. What do you mean

there are no casings?

It was a shotgun.

Look harder.

Yes, sir, Mr. Ness.

The blast didn't come from a shotgun.
Clamp it. It was probably filled with

dimes and tags.

Check around the baseboards.

The basket would be a laser blaster.

I didn't mean for it to turn out this
way.

Oh, hey, forget about it.

Hey, come on. It's not every day I get
to tell my grandkids I was within

spitting distance of Al Capone.

Oh.

Here's your watch back. It must be some
fancy sundial.

It's definitely one of a kind.

Did I say that you could move?

Look, Ness, let's get something
straight. I did not work for Al Capone.

even know him.

I'm after the guy who took a shot at
you.

Why don't we just help each other out?

I don't need your help.

Really?

Bert, what's the word on the street
about Elliot Ness?

Kid pencil pusher who thinks he's a big
shot.

Federal guys send him out here to annoy
Capone.

The funny thing is the cops hate him
even worse than the crooks do. I even

they're tossing coins about who knocks
him off first.

Give the man five bucks.

What, for insulting me?

No, for telling you the truth.

So, Bert, where can a couple of new boys
get a quick lay of the land?

Lenny Spatz, the guy who shines shoes
here in the station.

He knows what's going on, keeps his ear
to the ground. Nobody can spit without

him hearing about it.

Give me another five. Oh, you're killing
me.

Oh.

Brilliant, Al. I ask you for one small
favor and you screw that up.

Can I tell you, this Nesky's been
trailing me for two weeks.

If you don't lay off, I'll get Eddie to
whack him.

Somehow I don't think Eddie's going to
be much help.

Seems someone told him to tail me.

Where's Eddie?

You're holding him.

Unlike you, Al, I do my own whacking. I
had a momentary flash of anger. I

apologize.

I didn't like you that much anyway.

Well, your loyalty's touching.

Now, where is our lovely Officer
Hemmings?

Tied up in that bedroom. That broad has
got something out on her.

Yeah, I'd rather admire her liberated
attitude.

You would.

I think it's time for a drink.

Yeah.

Not with you, Al.

Escort the lady in.

We're going out of the town.

I hear you're a guy who keeps his ear to
the ground.

That depends upon who you hear it from.

I heard it from Bert.

You're a waste of time.

Sit down, Buster Brown.

Don't they teach you feds any patience?

How'd you know I was a fed?

Imitation leather shoes.

Dead giveaway.

Bert's a good man.

What do you want to know?

There's a new guy in town.

He's been seen with Capone.

Oh, yeah, you're talking about the
tourist.

He ain't new.

But he is the guy behind Capone.

Oh, come on.

Logan, this chump's blowing smoke. The
tourist doesn't exist. He's a myth.

Tell me more about this tourist.

Well, there's not much to tell, except
for Capone. Nobody's ever seen his face

and lived to tell the tale.

He breathed into town every six months.

Sits on old Scarface, then disappears.

Where does he hang out when he's in
town?

Well, I hear he has a fondness for
speakeasies.

How about a name?

I give tips, not lectures.

Pray the man.

You know I had you down for a
cheapskate?

I guess you can't always judge a man by
his shoes.

I guess you can.

In terms of speakeasies, I got the
Waterfront, the Ritzy, the Black Cat,

Tick -Tock Club.

Tick -Tockers and clock?

Yeah, name ring a bell?

Let's just say old habits tie hard.

You got an address?

I got them all.

Right here.

Must have a good memory.

I've developed it.

Capone's guys go through my office every
other day.

Just tells them I don't write anything
down.

Houston, we have a doppelganger.
December 7th, 1926, Chicago Sentinel.

Al Capone hosts Christmas party for city
orphanage. Ah, what a sweetheart.

Check out the smiling mug on Al's left.

Pascoe. How did he get there without us
knowing about it?

Somehow Mr.

Mistoffelees has managed to incorporate
himself into this time period.

You're saying Pascoe's supposed to be
there? In a word, yes.

We have no ripple. There is simply no
other explanation.

Well, we better find one.

Run a full history scan.

Let's see if Waldo pops up anywhere
else.

I

don't

think they're coming out of midnight
mass.

Come on, let's bust this joint.

This isn't about a bust.

We're after something much bigger than
one speakeasy.

My job is to take down Capone.

Now, if I have to do that one gin joint
at a time, that's what I'm going to do.

And tomorrow night, another one will pop
up.

Start using your head. You want to take
on someone like Capone, you have to

start thinking like him.

What kind of a crackpot philosophy is
that? Capone is a crook and a killer.

I'm not sinking to his level to catch
him.

That's the thin blue line you have to
walk, Elliot.

That's the job.

And now you're just a hot -headed kid
with a gun.

I sure could use a drink right now.

You know, for my nerves.

I've been shot at before tonight.

It's okay to be scared.

No one's untouchable.

Not even you.

They'll never let me pass that front
door.

Well, that's the first smart thing I've
heard you say all night.

There may be hope for you yet, Ness.

Oh, no.

Don't even ask.

What? You cleaned me out.

I want to borrow something else tonight.

I'm not so hard to find when you know
where to look.

Are you okay?

Other than the laser blaster sticking in
my side, I'm fine.

I've been entertaining Officer Hemmings
here with tales of my adventures.

It's been here before, Jack. I don't
know how, but he has.

It's his watch.

It's more than just a temporal
controller, isn't it, Pascoe?

That's what I like about you, Jack.

Your potential to see the big picture.

Bravo!

Bravo!

Why don't you fill me in on the blanks?
How far back in time have you journeyed?

Oh, come on, don't be shy.

Tell me.

A couple of hundred years.

Well, you've barely walked a mile in my
shoes.

Watched a megalodon shark rip the throat
out of a tyrannosaurus rex.

I've ridden with Hannibal as he crossed
the Alps.

Sat on the wall of Jericho as Joshua
stoned the gates.

Walked through the ashes of Hiroshima
and Nagasaki.

Okay?

I stood on the tip of Mount Everest just
five minutes before the world ends and

took in the last dying light.

It's not just a passport to the future.

It'll secure my place in history.

I'm going to secure you back in that
little white cell.

You're a nobody, Pascoe.

And you're going to die alone and
forgotten.

Oh, Jack.

And here I am.

You're a kindred spirit.

There's nothing between us, Pascoe.

Nothing. The watch.

Hemmings first.

Now.

It's all yours.

See you going down in a hail of gunfire,
Jack.

He broke my watch.

Well, what are you going to do about it?
The rest of you?

The name of the game, Mr. Ness, is
firepower.

Trust me, you're outgunned.

We should destroy his watch right now.

If we even scratch this thing, Pascoe
will kill Elliot and us and change

forever.

We have to stop playing this game on his
terms.

I'm open to suggestions.

Pascoe left me at Capone's while he went
to take care of some business.

He met us later at Union Station.

Did you have that laser blaster with him
when he left you?

No. Then you must have a base here.

Yeah, well, he doesn't want Capone to
know that. One of his men tailed Pascoe.

He ended up eviscerated.

Did Capone get the location?

I think so.

Then we need to trick Big Allen to
talking.

Yeah, well, how are we going to do that?

What?

I got it. So you're the last broad I
thought would come walking through that

door? The tourist sent me.

What? First he kidnaps you, now you work
for him?

I don't buy it.

We may have started off on the wrong
foot, but how long can a woman resist

kind of power?

How about women are attracted to you
like flypaper?

You broads are all the same. You act all
independent until you sink your claws

into some fat cat.

Well, I guess that's why they call us
the weaker sex.

What happened?

We got rumbled at the TikTok by Elliot
and Ness.

Kids fix you worse than a cheap meal.

The tourist wants me to take him out.
That can be arranged.

I don't know what he wants. He just told
me to get you and meet him.

Meet him where?

Didn't Eddie tell you the location?

Yeah.

But what's in it for me?

He said if you help him out of this jam,
he'll never come back to Chicago again.

Well, take my car.

Vito, wake up. We're going to the clock
shop, corner of Racine and Division.

What's the matter with you? You got wax
in your ears?

Sorry, I gave Vito the night off.

You got a lot to learn about women, Al.

Get in.

Hey. Gene, better get in here pronto.
We've got serious trouble.

What'd you find?

The question is, what didn't I find?

PASCO's everywhere.

It's got to be some sort of computer
virus.

PASCO's the virus.

I mean, look, there he is on the deck of
the Titanic.

And in the crowd of the Hindenburg
explosion at Chernobyl.

On a hill at Lockerbie, Scotland. Oh, my
God.

This guy may excel like a shut -in.

We've got to get people to every one of
those dates and nail them. No, no, no,

no, no. We can't. It's too late.

Don't you see?

Pascoe isn't altering our history.

He's created it.

All these tragedies have already
happened. We can't change that.

The only history we can affect is the
present. We have to start focusing on

finding the 13 -year -old Pascoe.

Where did Pascoe get that pocket watch?

Knowing him?

Probably King Tut's yard sale.

That's not his car.

This must be the back of Pascoe's shop.

Well, I ain't ringing his doorbell.

They can't take a hint, can they?

Don't you hate it when company shows up
uninvited?

Oh, it's always a pleasure to see you,
Jack.

What about me?

Where's Ness?

Well, if I told you he was dead, you'd
try and take me back. So why don't I

leave it as he's alive and well?

And what games pass go.

Either way, you're going to end up back
in that little white cell.

Hemmings, take him back to the TEC.

I'll find that.

Gladly.

No dame pulls a gun on Al Capone and
lives to tell about it.

Really?

There's a first time for everything.

Oh, no, Jack.

It's just beginning.

Let go, Logan!

Not until we're standing in the TEC.

Where's Pascoe?

Somewhere in time.

Found Ness here in the trunk, bound and
gagged. Well, Ness, looks like you

finally get to take in Capone.

For what?

You two kidnapped and assaulted him.
He's actually innocent for once.

But I'll get him.

Someday.

I know you will.

So you got any advice for a hot -headed
kid, Logan?

Yeah.

You ever want to really nail Capone?

Just remember three little letters.

IRS.

Trust him.

You hear this, Capone?

Nobody's untouchable.

Good job, Logan.

You got Hemmings back in one piece.

If it makes you feel any better, you're
right about Pascoe.

He is different.

No, he's not. He's nothing.

I'm going to catch him if it takes me.