All language subtitles for timecop_s01e05_rocket_science

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.