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The wreck was discovered earlier this morning underground that hasn't been

disturbed for nearly a century.

It seems that this modern vehicle was somehow buried under the site before the

building was built and has remained there for a hundred years.

Now from here I can clearly see the TriStar Mitsubishi symbol of Mitsubishi

Motors on the vehicle. There's no question about it, this has got to be

strangest thing I've ever reported. Hopefully later in the day... Right,

got work to do. 39 minutes to event one.

She's late.

Seven minutes.

Don't sweat it.

There it is.

160 dB even.

It'll come.

Don't worry about it.

Jesus, I don't know.

I'm doing everything the same.

I get the sound null at 160 and it just stops there.

What's it been?

Two? Three months? Three.

Well, you know, I hate to say it, but that's why some people keep journals.

So they can repeat things when they need to and not waste time working

backwards.

It's all up here.

I'm sure everything's the same.

Hey, hurry it up, man. Just do any minute.

Christ, he's here.

Come on, man, just tell him there's no time left.

Paige. I was supposed to meet her an hour ago. Look, it's probably something

quite simple.

Yeah, right.

Tell him, man. Jesus, hurry it up. Oh, Christ.

Huh?

Sorry.

Did you say something? No, nothing.

Debate frequently.

You haven't tried that?

Uh -huh. It might just be a few DB out, like about ten.

10 dB off, you reckon.

Hey!

Where's he gone?

Who?

Logan. He was here just now.

Matt, the restaurant.

I waited for 40 minutes.

I know.

I got stuck.

Sorry.

Well, who's Logan?

Dunno. Some guy. Dropped around to see me now and then.

Stayed interested in my work.

Ten DB off.

I've been trading the bikes like you say as well. It's a constant.

I picked something up on the way. Cool.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't shout in my ear when I'm trying to work.

What a waste.

If she only knew she had 34 hours left, maybe she'd give up on that loser and

look elsewhere for a bit of satisfaction.

Like you, for instance.

Loser?

Yeah, the guy's a loser.

Well, he makes the discovery of the century, for Christ's sake, then gives

away. He didn't give it away.

The government took it away. Yeah, well, if he'd worked it right, he could have

made a bundle on the deal. No, man, the guy's a loser.

Ease off a bit. You're giving me the shits.

We're not even past event one yet, for Christ's sake.

Matt?

Yep? Matt, will you stop fiddling for just two seconds? Yeah, sure, just give

a... Figures have been won.

What did I tell you?

Wow.

That was very nice.

One for you.

And one for me. All right.

Sex for me tonight.

Maybe.

Well, I'm sure we can come up with something to celebrate.

If we put our heads together.

It's my birthday.

Oh.

Don't sweat it.

I don't care.

You've been pretty much totally absorbed in your work lately. It's not

surprising you would forget. Come on.

We go out a couple of times a week. I see you every few days. Yeah, but it's

like you're actually there, though, is it?

You've always got this look in your eyes like you're miles away.

Poor bugger.

Would you look at Logan Brown Restaurant for 15 minutes?

Don't know about you, but I signed on as an event maintenance operative.

Contract didn't say anything about being a bloody policeman.

I'm expecting someone if you don't mind.

I don't mind.

No, see, I'm waiting for someone and that's their seat.

Oh, some kind of date.

Frank, it's me.

What are you doing?

Someone might have seen.

You'll give yourself an ulcer.

You order?

I wasn't sure what you want.

So that's what you look like. That was me. The real me.

You're kind of cute.

Don't know why they slapped this hard bitch on me.

Do you know we haven't had sex for nearly three months?

No. Okay, when?

Angela's farewell party.

That was in March.

Are you sure? Yep.

I worked it out today when the patient at the hospital made a pass at me.

Were they cute?

He was 87 and I was wiping his arse at the time.

So how long do these last?

Well, about 12 hours. I usually go through about two or three a week.

Jesus. How do you get all those through?

Well, get people four or five times that many.

Shoot small time.

So I guess you use them a lot?

Well, as often as I can manage without being caught.

How many you want?

Well, that depends.

You want to try one first? I can't believe you've never used a shelving

compound. I'd go nuts without them.

Look, your birth date. When were you born?

15th of July, 1962.

Not Frank's. Yours.

March.

See what I mean?

You're totally out of touch with your real self.

Can't be good for the soul.

I'm so trashed. I've got to work tomorrow and there's no one who can

me. Why don't you stay here?

This is not working, Matt.

Oh, shit.

Look, don't start this stuff now.

Wait until it's over, eh? It's not because I'm pissed.

Look, if you want to go home, I'll call you a taxi.

Let's talk about this tomorrow, eh?

Consorting, Frank.

Ask her about consorting.

What's it like?

Consorting is what it's all about, my friend.

You've met her? All the time.

She doesn't know who I am.

She's ten, totally gorgeous.

I don't ever remember being that innocent.

Don't tell me you've never thought about it.

Yeah. Then I think about what would happen if I got caught.

Well, there's an hour or two left in this one.

Give it a try.

Go on, put it on.

Put your hands where we can see them, Juno.

Juno, don't be stupid.

Barn, coming your way.

Barnes, you scum. If anyone takes me in, it's not going to be you.

Put that away Barnes, for Christ's sake.

Frank, you shit.

You set me up.

Pull yourself together Barnes.

You've got just over half an hour to get ready for our 19th century visit.

It's not my fault. Have you done it the way I did?

What do you think you're doing?

You put that back. I've got 15 hungry guests in that room today.

So you'll pick up your car in the morning?

Yeah.

Listen, Matt... Hey, let's talk about this in the morning. First thing, I

promise.

Okay.

Why don't you go home and crash out?

You'll be alright.

Night.

There goes the can.

Yes!

I'll log it in, yeah?

Mmm, be my guest.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Come on, off you go.

Off you go.

You better not be wasting my time now.

Derek, you evil little bastard.

You're gonna fling by your filthy neck.

By Christ, I hope you take a good time to die.

Get out of here. Go.

Keep the change.

Matt? Matt?

Bastard.

Excuse me, please.

Are you okay?

What have you done to yourself?

You might want to buckle up.

It's pretty tough on seatbelts these days.

Fair enough, too, if you've seen some of the nasty shit I've seen.

You'll have to report in at the desk.

There aren't many people around, so you shouldn't have to wait too long.

You don't understand a word I'm saying, do you?

No English?

Just wait here.

Okay.

Look, my shift doesn't start for another 20 minutes. Come with me.

John Carrick is a bloodthirsty son of the devil.

Gilliam's just a game to this man.

No one's safe while he's on the streets.

You see him.

Don't even think of approaching him.

Just let us know as soon as you can.

We'll deal with him.

This looks like some kind of bullet grave to me.

What have you been doing to get yourself shot?

Well, you might need a couple of stitches in that. I'll get you a doctor.

What is this place?

It's a hospital.

Where did you suddenly get your voice from?

I can see it's a hospital.

Paige, there's a phone call for you at the desk. Do you want me to get them to

call you back?

No thanks, Pip. I'll get it.

Someone will be with you soon, okay?

Hi, Paige McLean speaking.

Hi, it's me.

Where were you? I got up half an hour early so we could talk. And I was

like a bastard.

She thinks you're a nut.

You're obsessing over someone that thinks you're a total loser.

Do yourself a favor.

Forget her.

Are you telling me you blew me off for that contraption again? Look, we're

talking exceptional circumstances here.

Paige, just listen.

Hey, forget the bitch, okay?

She's not interested in you.

Look, you've got a lot of questions, right?

Well, I've got the answers.

Pip?

Have you seen my bag?

Event 7 is compromised.

Repeat, Event 7 is compromised.

If we covered the exits like I said... You can't have gone far.

Don't worry about it. My record is spotless.

I've never dropped an event. Not a single one.

Okay, listen.

You're going to start over.

A totally new beginning.

Not many people get a chance like this.

You said you had answers.

All right.

Go ahead.

What do you want to know?

Andy, Walter Pip speaking.

Hi, Peyton McLean, please.

Who can I say is calling?

Yeah, it's Matt.

Matt.

I'm sorry, Matt, but she can't take any calls right now.

Pip. Yeah?

Okay, thanks.

You travelled through time.

From 1893 to 2006 by accident.

You're the first time traveller in history.

No, never!

Can't be!

Hey!

You have to listen to me.

Go away.

I know what you're going through.

Believe me, I'm...

Paige!

Paige! Oh, God!

Paige! Matt!

I'm having a bad day.

I'm still hungover. I've had two bad car smashes through here already.

And somebody stole my bag.

Like, I really don't care. You've got to come with me. You won't believe what

happened.

Matt? What is this?

What's going on?

John?

John?

Here's to one kick -ass mother of an invention.

Would you call it an invention or a discovery?

Well, to be honest, it was more like an accident.

Well, perhaps accident is the wrong word. I knew I was onto something pretty

big. I first stumbled across it three months ago, about when we stopped having

sex. It was some sort of molecular displacement, anything to dissolve the

that controlled the consistency of matter.

Okay. Basically...

since then I've just been trying to recreate what I found.

Well, I guess what I want to say is that things are going to be different.

I promise.

Well... Do you want some

company tonight? I owe Pip a favour. I've got to go back to work.

Fair enough.

See you then, eh?

Congratulations. You did good.

Yeah, thanks.

Sid, you just walked right out in front of me, man. I didn't have time to stop.

Do you know any first aid?

No, mate.

He's alive.

That's fine.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Little prick, take it easy, will you?

You'll be there somewhere.

Well, I gotta go.

There's a reward, you know.

That's okay.

Heh.

Logan. You stupid little shit. What do you think? Just call it.

Tell us where he is, Matt.

Where are we going?

We're going back.

They'll let us through. They had to.

Barnes, leave it. It's under control, remember?

I'm not going back there.

You want to stay here and swing by your stupid neck?

Does somebody want to fill me in on what's going on? Just stay back and keep

your mouth shut.

Okay, here they come.

It's Carrick.

Well, you're not going to let him go back through.

He's a killer.

You can't be serious.

What if he kills somebody there?

Jesus, maybe he already has.

I've got no idea what you're dealing with here, boy.

You just let us do our job, everything will be fine.

From now on,

You have to keep your nose clean.

I hate this place.

It's not so bad when you get used to it.

You'll see.

Anyway, you don't have a choice.

John, don't fight it.

Make it work for you.

Evening.

Scarborough Terrace.

I told you to leave me alone.

I'm here to stop you from pissing your life away. Stop the cab. Keep going.

You mind your own business. Hey, so what do you want me to do, eh? I told you.

Scarborough Terrace, Mount Victoria. This man has no money.

John, I'm here to try and stop you from making a series of bad mistakes.

Your life was worthless in 1893. Now you have a clean slate.

Don't waste it, for Christ's sake. What the hell are you talking about?

The taxi driver takes you where you want to go.

You don't have any money, so he threatens to take you to the police.

And then you kill him with a pipe that's hidden under the front driver's seat.

That's it, mate.

You guys, out of my car.

You want to get out of my cab?

Or do you want me to help you out?

John, I'm just trying to...

Mind your own business.

Barnes is a prick,

but he's right.

It'll be too dangerous for you to go telling anyone about what you've seen

today. What? So now you're threatening me? I thought you were some kind of

friend.

It's bigger than me and Barnes.

Look, don't make a fuss.

It'll be all right.

Okay?

Paige needs you now.

You reckon?

More than ever.

Believe me. Who the hell are you anyway?

you go to the game tonight, mate.

This'll be fine.

Just put in here.

Okay, mate. That'll be $10 for... Shit!

Ahhhh!

You're awake.

I'm sorry I hit you.

I didn't have any choice.

Can you breathe okay?

It's for your own good.

You'll see.

Little horse!

Know what you are?

Parasite. Give a guy a little head and what's his is yours, right? I never

you for anything, you wanker. What about all the free shit I gave you? It's just

one big free ride for you, isn't it?

Tommy, you're a loser.

Oh, shit.

What's your problem, shit for brains?

Nothing. I'm just waiting for my wife.

Maybe you want to wait somewhere else.

A total no -show.

I don't think I've ever been on an op that required so much intervention.

You don't have to do this.

It's an extreme measure.

Usually reserved for the bigger jobs.

Partner, let me show you how the big boys do it.

You're not going to give us any trouble tonight, are you, Tommy?

Try another one of those.

Tip!

Wanker.

There's good in you, John.

I know there is.

When this is over, we'll get you some professional help.

Remember what I told you about the

taxi driver?

It was true.

You would have killed him if I hadn't have stepped in.

If you were free to roam the streets tonight, By morning tomorrow, another

people would be dead.

So, I don't know.

Maybe you don't agree right now.

But I kind of figure I'm doing you a favor.

40 seconds. What are you doing in there?

30 seconds.

We'll be right back.

Events 14 and 15 clear.

Give me that.

Anybody think you're happy in your work there, Barnes?

You're too soft.

If we did things your way, we would have dropped events all over the place.

I can teach you a few things. You just watch and learn.

Right. Reckon the Bureau would have something to say about your methods.

Yeah, maybe.

And they might have something to say about one of their agents losing a

too. I won't tell.

Just let me do my job, my way, stay out of my hair.

Paige!

Look, something really freaky's going on.

Matt, it's 5am.

Those bastards!

They're not even going to give you a chance.

John?

Do you mind?

It's not like you've got anything I haven't seen before.

Matt?

Well, it is kind of weird. I mean, we were an item until yesterday.

Funny. I wouldn't have known.

I can't look at what it does. It's not like anything I've ever seen before.

Here he is.

Better late than never.

Yesterday morning.

You took off before I could get that wound to the old centre properly.

How did you know where I live?

Oh, my God, my wallet.

Where did you find it?

In the hospital.

Oh, look, you're soaked.

Can I get you a towel?

Well, it's a relief to get my wallet back.

It's creepy to think there's somebody out there carrying all your personal

around with all your details and things. You're very beautiful.

I've, um... I've got to get ready for work.

Can I call you a taxi?

Who are we to go?

Well... Is it something I said?

It's okay. I appreciate you bringing my wallet back.

It was very kind of you to try... I want you to go now, please.

Look, just give me a chance. Hey, you heard what she said.

Paige, go upstairs.

You filthy little whore.

How dare you stand there and abuse me in my own home? Do you think returning

somebody's wallet suddenly makes them obligated to you in some way? You've got

some nerve.

It's him.

He's the one I was telling you about.

John, stop right there.

Get away from me.

Think about what you're doing.

You should be out by now. Something's not right. Give him another minute.

We've got a compromised event.

I can feel it.

That's enough.

What? You want to deprive yourself of a future now?

Everybody stay right where you are.

Will the real John Carrick step forward?

Nothing personal, babe.

You just happen to be... Event 16.

You're gone, Logan.

Christ. I might have known.

Look, Frank. My name's not Frank.

You ever try a shelving compound, Logan? Or whatever your name is? They're

illegal.

Yeah, right.

Like you haven't done a little consorting on the side.

Try that on.

Come on, hurry it up.

Let's see who you really are.

Whoa, a lot of consorting on the side.

You bloody hypocrite.

Jesus. What the hell is this? Sorry, Matt.

I didn't mean it to play out this way.

Bastard!

John?

Who was that guy?

He looks exactly like me, though. That older, right?

I'm sorry.

You just got to see your own death.

I hear it's not a pleasant experience.

Okay. You wanted an 1893, and now, thanks to these clowns, 2006.

There's only one option left.

I'm sending you to the future in my place.

You'll be fine, I promise.

No, I can't.

Listen to me. I can't go through this again. Listen to me.

There's a cure for your condition in the future.

I'll tell you exactly what to do.

Don't use it unless you have to.

They take some getting used to.

I'm counting on you to give me back my past.

You don't have to make the same mistakes I made.

Can't you come with me?

I wish.

Only one John Carrick can go through.

Go see this guy when you get there. He can help you.

Where are you taking it?

It'll take you a little while to adjust, but it's not an unpleasant life.

What do you mean? He's going to shove us through the portal into 1893 and

deactivate it.

Not unpleasant, my ass. You have got to be kidding.

For Christ's sake, I'm doing you a favour.

You're not even supposed to be alive. I'm supposed to be grateful, huh?

You arsehole.

Thank you.

Hey, we got a runner.

Guy with the bandaged arm. Did he go by you? Didn't see anybody.

Nah.

Got you, you prick.

Shit.

Do you have the slightest idea what you've done?

You've nothing to fear.

He's not a bad guy, really.

I ought to know. You're bloody joking.

Come on, Paige, it's okay.

The guy's a murderer.

He should be locked up. That's the way society works, isn't it?

Bury the people that scare them.

All he needs is a little help.

And for Christ's sake, a little understanding. You're as crazy as he is.

You've sentenced me to years of torment. Years of waiting for that psycho to

come visiting. Constable, get these people out of here. Okay, let's go.

Come on.

Everything will be fine. You'll see.

Matt, you're not seriously going to do this, are you?

So dangerous.

Look, Carrick went. If he can make it, so can I.

I don't know what's waiting for you at the other end.

Wait for me at the lab, okay?

Don't let anyone in until I come back.

your destination please state your destination

you lucky bastard no one's filing any charges against you you're free to go

Hey, Jilly Jilly.

You miss me?

You didn't piss on the beat again, did you?

Hey, hang on.

Jilly, Jilly.

Jilly.

Jilly, dinner's ready.

Jilly?

I don't think she's hungry.

Did you think about me?

Yes, I've thought about you.

I've agonized about this moment for 22 years.

And now I'm almost glad you're here.

You shit!

22 years of self -defense training.

Bastard. Dial.

Police.

22 years of wasted money.

I thought it was all under control, but it's not.

We have to smash the prototype.

Look, we smash the prototype, then the technology will never be developed.

That's right, that's the idea. Well, how's Matt supposed to get back if

nowhere to time travel from the future?

Come on, Paige.

I don't want to hurt you.

I mean, give me a break. I helped save your life. Police, please.

That thing should never have been invented in the first place.

The place is going up, Paige, with or without you in it. Come on.

You shouldn't have come here, boy. You bastard. Show a little appreciation.

She's had 20 extra years.

Shit.

Move.

You're that cop from 1893.

I left behind everything that was dear to me.

Chased that scum from one century to another. And now you're going around

killing people so you can blame him?

It is a little ironic, I'll grant you, but necessary nonetheless.

Where is it?

Look, I'm sorry.

It has to be done.

Here, stay in here till I come for you.

They took me inside and told me how much things had changed.

My future self had held on to the portal so I'd have a way to get home, but he'd

done the smart thing and kept it a secret.

So we've got all that to look forward to.

Well, no.

That's the thing.

It's completely up to us. We've got a fresh start.

God, back to square one?

It seems such a waste.

Such incredible technology and no one will ever know.

It'll be cool.

Yeah, sure.

I've heard that before.

No, really.

It'll be cool.

What, it'll be worth a billion or three?