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Balance metric pressure at 057.

Metric pressure sustaining 057.

Releasing valves.

Prepare to load M.R.D.

Radioactivity meters
online, ready for exposure.

Docking hatch open and clear.

M.R.D. removed from containment.

Preparing to load.

Hold full exposure duration
at no more than ten seconds.

Nine, eight...

seven, six...

five, four...

three, two...

one.

M.R.D. in place.

Close hatch.

Turn handle left 45 degrees.

Lock it at high noon
to engage sequence.

Left 45, then right.

Left... right.

You just caused a
thermonuclear explosion,

wiped out the whole city.

Sorry, Jim.

I promise I'll get
it right on the day.

Jim: This is the day, Matty.

You want us to switch?

No, there's no time for
him to learn the meters.

I'll never understand
how you're able to solve

the most complex
mathematical equations,

but you can't
tell left from right.

It's a form of dyscalculia.

The parietal lobes of
my cerebral cortex...

Okay.

We have time for one more
practice run at this. Reset everything.

We've been at this
for 72 hours straight.

Only two more till we go live.

I'll get you some more coffee.

Coffee, amphetamines,
more coffee.

You're gonna kill yourself.

We are precious moments
from a topological anomaly.

Is that what I should tell
everyone at your funeral?

No.

You signed a
confidentiality agreement.

Jim Beale, project log.

Part one of the experiment.

Tentative results.

Opening a traversable wormhole
in the space-time continuum,

first ever recorded.

This tear that I will create
in the fabric of the universe

is powered by M.R.D.

Extremely volatile,
radioactive substance,

so, of course, all
precautions will be taken.

Possible dangers range from
manageable radiation leak to...

well, the universe
collapsing onto itself.

It's now 47 minutes until we
initiate the first part of the sequence...

opening one end of the wormhole.

Okay. He should be here.

I'm gonna give him
the Big Bang speech.

Oh, Jim, give him the fireworks.
That's what he's here for.

Now, once opened,
we should detect

a unique sequence of
particles sent through

from the other side,
a sequence so unique

that we will know that
we sent them to ourselves.

And I will have
proof of the findings

to show our venture
capitalist, Klaus Meisner.

And he will then provide
the necessary M.R.D.

for us to open the other end.

Let's see what I'm paying for.

Then we will send this
unique sequence of particles

back through to ourselves,

thereby proving that
the project is a success.

The Big Bang. We
have proven theories...

This isn't my ideal situation.

To have an investor be this kind
of major factor in an experiment.

But I only have enough
M.R.D. to open one end.

We are about to
embark on a journey

- that's going to take...
- Enough of the physics lesson.

Get on with the light show.

This whole thing is an
experiment in certainty.

I'm certain it will work.

Balance metric
pressure at 057.

Metric pressure
sustaining 057.

Releasing valves.

Docking hatch open and clear.

Prepare to load M.R.D.

M.R.D. removed from containment.

Hold full exposure no
longer than ten seconds.

Nine, eight...

seven, six...

five, four...

three, two...

one.

M.R.D. in place.

Close hatch.

Turn handle left 45 degrees.

Lock it at high noon.

Engage sequence.

Here we go.

Jim. Jim.

We thought you
were having a seizure.

- Did it work?
- Kept you from biting your tongue.

- No, the machine.
- The magnetic core melted.

- The regulator's blown.
- Where's Klaus?

He left when you
were unconscious.

You can only burn a candle
at both ends for so long.

You should go home
and get some sleep.

I sold my home to
pay you and Matty.

Maybe it was sabotage.

- Right.
- No, I'm serious.

Maybe it was
visitors from the future

who came back to
destroy our project

because it eventually leads
to some distant apocalypse.

It's a distinct possibility.

Guys.

Look what I found.

It's an exotic hybrid
of the dahlia genus.

There. Right there.
That black speck.

Could be a missing pixel.

- It's moving.
- Yeah. There it goes.

Jim: There.

- I think that was Matty.
- No, no, I saw someone.

I saw it before I blacked out.

It looked like a
person. Not Matty.

They went out the front.

Where did you just come from?

I should be asking you.
How did you do that?

- What?
- That.

How did you get here?

In a car. How did you get here?

You didn't just walk
through a wormhole?

You're making
me feel like I did.

I just met you.

Then why are you
acting like you know me?

I don't.

You left before you could see.

It was a success.

Didn't appear that
way to me, Mr. Beale.

If you just come
back into the lab.

You've wasted my money.
Now you're wasting my time.

I can prove to
you that it worked.

Look, I'm already late for
a previous engagement.

We made history tonight. I'm
sure whoever it is will understand.

"Whoever it is" is my wife.

She's already at the restaurant,

and I assure you, she
will not understand.

Why don't you and
your little friend join us

and we can discuss
this over dinner?

We just met.

- Another time, then.
- No. no, no, no.

We would love to join you and
your wife for dinner, wouldn't we?

- Abby.
- Abby.

Abby.

What's going on, Jim?

Start running preliminary
tests on the flower.

I'm gonna go to dinner
with the Meisners and Abby.

Okay.

Who's Abby?

Jim: What we've done is folded

on top of itself by
forming a tunnel, a shortcut

between one location in space-time
to another light-years away.

But in order to traverse a wormhole,
you have to have two openings.

What we did tonight
was open one end of it.

Where's the other end?

We have to do it
again to find out.

I'm not sure I follow.

The way it works is,

you need a transmitter
and a receiver.

Now, like a telephone...
I'm mixing metaphors here,

but you can't complete a call
without another phone involved.

We already have the receiver.

We got the call.

How much?

It's not capital I'm asking for.

No, for the whole project.

The research, the formulas, the
machine, everything. How much?

It's not for sale.

Then what do you
want, Mr. Beale?

- Another unit of M.R.D.
- And for that I get what, 10%?

We're talking about
dangerous radioisotopes,

enriched uranium, yellowcake,

the sort of thing
countries go to war over.

Not anymore, once
we have the ability

to answer the fundamental
questions of the universe.

But how will we make
money on our investment?

With all due respect,

we're not talking about
hover cars and x-ray goggles.

We're talking about an
epoch of human evolution.

Pardon my pedestrian
viewpoint, Mr. Beale,

but how do you
plan to market that?

Pardon my pedestrian viewpoint
for a moment, Ms. Meisner.

Do you know who
pioneered electricity?

Of course.

Thomas Edison.

I thought so, too.

Until I stumbled upon a
book about Nikola Tesla.

You see, Tesla was
working towards a way

to get everyone on
the planet safe, free,

limitless electricity,
and he would have,

except Edison did
everything in his power

to discredit him and
crush his reputation.

Mm.

Edison's company
developed a patent

for an inefficient current
you had to pay for.

Tesla wanted to
better the world.

And Edison forced us all
to have a monthly power bill

because he was envious
of a profound idea.

Now, I don't have
a horse in this race,

but I would put my money on Jim,

because he's Tesla,
and Edison was a dick.

I'll supply you with the M.R.D.

But I want to own
half the machine.

Can't do that.

Well, you see, my company
is in the enviable position

of being the sole
manufacturer of M.R.D.

So, best of luck.

Forty-nine percent.

And money for the repairs.

You have a week.

I won't sleep
till it's complete.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You want to share a cab?

Was I playing
the beard tonight?

Why do you ask?

Well, either you came
to the lab with Klaus

or you got there
through the wormhole.

I did arrive with Klaus.

But I'm leaving with you.

That kiss could've cost
me millions of dollars.

Would it have been worth it?

I'd have to do more research,
eliminate the variables.

Mm.

This is me.

You sure he won't mind?

He went home...

with his wife.

Drinks?

Black coffee for me.

KMC 0-14.

You like my dahlia?

Yeah. Where did you get it?

Sorry. I have to take this.

Chuck, what do you got?

What are you doing?

Uh, talking to you.

What time do you have
exactly to the second?

9:45:22, 23.

Come on, get on with it.

When did you and I first meet?

- What is this?
- Just tell me. It's important.

Uh, ten years ago at that karaoke bar
with the weird name. What's going on?

So, we've known
each other a long time.

- We trust each other?
- Yeah.

Stay away from that girl.
She's no good for you.

What?

Just don't tell her or anyone
else about the experiment.

We're onto something much
bigger than we imagined.

What are you doing here, Jim?

I went to the lab.
You guys were gone.

You should go back.
We'll meet you there.

No, no, no, you called. You said
something... We were onto something.

And what was this
stuff about Abby?

My head is killing me.

See?

I told you, you need to stop popping
those pills and get some sleep.

What did you mean earlier when
you were talking about Abby?

Let me get you some pills.

Chuck. Chuck, I figured
it out. It makes sense.

I finally see it now.

Fucking intense.

Matty, stop. You're
giving Jim a headache.

This isn't a headache. This is a
lightning storm between my temples.

Just tell me, what
did you mean earlier

when you were talking about...

How long was I out?

Huh? Oh, Jim, you're awake.

Um, you were unconscious
for approximately 8.5 hours.

Why didn't you wake me?

Your biological imperative requires a
minimum amount of dormancy per day

in order to properly function.

But you should lie back
down in case of another...

I just needed some
sleep. I got plenty.

Where'd you get that jacket?

Haven't you considered
the correlation

between your episodes
and the arrival of KMC 0-14?

KMC 0...

The serial number of the dahlia.

We have to wait for
Chuck to get back.

You and Chuck
meet me at the lab.

We have another
wormhole to open.

We have to wait for Chuck.

Hey, did you forget your keys?

Is this the residence
of Abby Ross?

She's not here.

This is Jim Beale.
I'm a friend of hers.

Hey, sleepyhead, looking for me?

Is there a man in your place?

I guess you buzzed
my neighbor by accident.

I need to see your flower.

Wow, classy. I am a lady.

You can at least
buy me breakfast first.

Do they even serve
breakfast here?

Two morning specials, Mike.

Your dahlia, where
did you get it?

It was a gift.

Exotic plants like that are hard to
come by. It's an expensive present.

Ahh.

It was from someone who
gave me everything I wanted

except a minute of his time.

Well, time is our
only real currency.

Hm.

Meeting you was the most
important part of my experiment.

Is that a fact?

Hm. No, it's not a fact.

I, uh, only meant to
say that your dahlia,

that may be important
to my research.

Mm-hmm.

Hit me again, Mike.

Or maybe not, I don't know.
Right now it's just a theory.

So, what's all this
fuss about my dahlia?

How do I know I
can really trust you?

The truth will set you free.

The ID number matches the one
that came through the wormhole.

But that's probably
just a coincidence.

You people don't
believe in coincidences.

Sure we do. Yeah.

Einstein himself said that they're
God's way of remaining anonymous.

So, your machine working
was total happenstance.

No. No, that was me. I did it.

I'm the one that came up
with the idea that made it work.

And what was that?

The rotation of the Earth.

The biggest obstacle
in opening a wormhole

is creating enough energy.

Not unlike the tremendous
amount of energy

that an entire planet
makes as it spins on its axis.

The power is there.

I didn't have to generate it.

I just thought of
a way to utilize it.

Kind of like us.

I mean, the energy's there.

We just got to think
of a way to use it.

Jim?

Are you okay?

Chuck.

You found me.

Technology's come a long way.

Not being found is hard.

I think we sent
this to ourselves.

Chuck...

you were right about the girl.

Jim: ...five, four...

three, two...

Chuck: Jim. Jim, Jim.

The pressure dropped
below 029. We have to abort.

All right, abort. It's that
damn bracket again.

We're gonna have to
reconfigure the output.

It might take a
while to recalibrate.

Chuck: Why don't
you take a break?

- Jim: I like your lighter.
- Take it, it's yours.

Needs fuel. Hand
me those matches.

So, my flower's really the same one
that came through your wormhole?

I'd have to run some
tests to know for sure.

What's my finder's fee?

What?

Abby: Okay, fine.

I'll settle for one
butterfly kiss.

It's a match, Jim.

Identical DNA match.

KMC 0-14, you're the
first organism to time-travel.

Yes, but in a
parallel-universe scenario,

we have to consider that
the Klaus Meisner Corporation

- may not have...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What did you just say?
- Parallel universe?

- We have to...
- No, no.

Klaus Meisner Corporation.

KMC 0-14. Klaus
Meisner Corporation 0-14.

They license exotic plants
and flowers for domestic use.

We have to take into account

the very distinct possibility

that these two plants
when they traversed...

Jim Beale.

I have Klaus Meisner for you.

Yeah, put him through.

Mr. Beale, you have
the dahlia in your possession.

Yes. Did she tell you that?

I want you in my office
to go over the contracts.

What's going on here?

You're about to get fucked.

Logic.

Rationale. Dignity.

All seem to disappear with
the scent of that perfume.

Good reason, common sense,
they just go by the wayside

'cause of the way her hair
breaks across her forehead

and frames her eyes.

The total reckless abandon

that you have absolutely
no control over, Mr. Beale.

Have a seat.

I prefer to stand when
I'm getting it from behind.

You watch your tone.

If you're gonna come at me,
you better come hard and fast

and be willing to go all the
way, because I never lose.

Klaus, listen.

You call me Mr. Meisner.

My best friends and associates
call me Klaus, but you, sir, are neither.

You are an employee.

I don't work for you.

The hard cost of
one unit of M.R.D.

Is five million,
give or take a little.

What for you is a small
fortune is for me negligible.

I've lost larger sums in
the cushions of my sofa.

But you need M.R.D.
for your machine to work.

Therefore you come to
me, hat in hand, begging.

Forty-nine percent of my
project hardly makes you my boss.

This is true, but you need tangible
proof that your prototype works,

evidence that you've actually
created a traversable wormhole.

And to do that,
you need to be able

to send the original specimen,
which is registered as KMC 0-14,

back through to the other side.

Now...

It just so happens that
I own all copyrights,

commercial and private,
for all KMC products,

which means...

this is your lucky day.

I'm willing to sell
to you those rights

for let's say, 50%
of your operation.

Now, if you put that together
with the 49% I already own...

Let's crunch the numbers,
that leaves you with...

one percent for your efforts.

Now, if you want to
finish this experiment

that leads to the
invention of time travel,

then you, Mr. Beale,
work for me.

You are an employee.

So, you slipped up.

Had a moment of weakness.

I have to admit, she's
an incredible piece of ass.

But you and I both know
you're not gonna walk away

from the find of the century

because of whose name's
gonna end up in the textbooks.

Like our little friend
said, you're Tesla,

and I'm quite content being
just another Edison of the world.

Jim Beale.

Project log, final entry before
zero hour of the experiment.

A piercing sound has been cutting
through every synapse of my brain

ever since I opened the
first end of the wormhole.

It's finally ceased.

Hopefully for good.

Klaus Meisner has
me on the ropes.

He knew that I needed a
correlative between side "a"

and side "b" to prove
that the machine works.

Otherwise, it's just a
bunch of blinking lights.

I mean, if I send the dahlia back to
myself, then he owns my machine.

Wait, what are you doing?

I'm taking it back
to its rightful owner.

The one variable
in this is Abby.

And I need her to be a constant.

So if the fate of my
machine is predetermined,

it has to be because of her
that the dahlia goes through.

She has to be the one to
put it through the wormhole.

If she brings it to the lab, if
she comes there with Klaus...

that is very
fucking unfortunate,

but at least I will know.

Jim.

- I really wasn't expecting you.
- You don't have to invite me in.

Good. It's a bit of a mess
in there at the moment.

The gun is to my head.

But I'm sure as shit not
gonna pull the trigger myself.

This is yours.

You get to decide what happens.

In two days, I'm gonna
start the machine,

and I'll open the wormhole.

But now it's up to you
what goes through it.

You have to make the choice.

Mr. Meisner, would you
be so kind as to wait here

while I escort Ms.
Ross and her dahlia

to the lab floor?

So, this is the
way it's gonna be?

It's the way it has to be.

The way it is.

It only seems that way now,

but eventually you will
see it in a different light.

We had our time together.

Goodbye, Jim.

Put these on.

Wouldn't want
you to miss a thing.

Five, four...

three, two...

one.

M.R.D. in place.

Jim: Close hatch.

Turn handle left 45 degrees.

Lock it at high noon.

Engage sequence.

Commence graviton resonance.

You may own the dahlia,
but you don't own me.

Do you have a light?

Matches?

Two sticks I can rub together?

Yeah.

Recognize that?

Should I?

It's yours.

It is now. Thanks.

What you and Klaus are doing
is wrong, and it has to stop.

- Excuse me?
- I know what you're up to,

and I'm not gonna
let it happen again.

That's none of your business.

It'll be my business if
you and I get involved.

Does this technique
usually work for you?

Or have you been cooped
up in the lab too long,

- you've forgotten how to flirt?
- Listen, I'm onto you.

I should have known that someone
as intelligent and as beautiful

as you are, I should have known
there had to be some kind of catch.

There is a catch.
It's a big one.

Where did you just come from?

I should be asking you.
How did you do that?

- What?
- That.

How did you get here? You didn't
just walk through a wormhole?

You're making
me feel like I did.

I just met you.

Then why are you
acting like you know me?

I don't.

- Tell me, Matty, again where it was.
- It was exactly right here.

You and I both
almost stepped on it.

I didn't. I didn't see it when I
came in. I would've seen it, Matty.

When I was on the stairs, I came
here, and I almost tripped on it.

Jim? I thought you
were at dinner with Klaus.

I am.

Let's try this.

That's my phone.

Now, call it with yours.

It went to voice-mail.

Right. Try it again.

It's ringing.

Chuck, what do you got?

- What are you doing?
- Uh, talking to you.

What time do you have
exactly to the second?

What? 9:45:22, 23.
Come on, get on with it.

It could be an imposter.

Ask him something
only you and I know.

Uh, when did you
and I first meet?

What is this?

Just tell me. It's important.

Uh, ten years ago
at that karaoke bar

with the weird name.
What's going on?

Ten years ago at the karaoke
bar with the weird name?

I didn't know that.

Chuck, you there?

Now, tell me not to trust Abby
Ross. She's just using me.

What? No.

You're my best friend.
I will understand.

So, we've been
friends a long time.

- We trust each other? - Yeah.

Stay away from that girl.
She's no good for you.

What?

Just don't tell her or anyone
else about the experiment.

We're onto something much
bigger than we imagined.

- So, that happened.
- What is it?

Matty, you ever been to
a Native American orgy?

- No.
- It's fucking intense.

I don't get it.

If I'm doing my math correctly,
then there is a good chance

that I'm on my
way here right now.

- How do you know?
- 'Cause it's what I did before.

I'm telling you, this is
where I'm coming next.

We don't know that for sure.

We need to keep you
isolated from the world

as much as possible to avoid
any collisions of causality.

But my being here hasn't
effected any real change yet.

That we know about.

We have to make sure that the
machine doesn't fall into the wrong hands.

Uncover the conspiracy
before it's too late.

What are you now,
a secret agent?

You're a scientist, and
as a man of science,

you need to step back, breathe,

and take a moment to
properly analyze the data.

Jim: Fine.

Let me stay here and observe this
strange new habitat I've encountered.

Oh.

What is this?

It's a remote control.

In our time, we use it
to operate the television.

Oh, wow.

In the future, we control
the TV with our minds.

Matty: Oh, right.

You're only five
days ahead of us.

This isn't a game.

You're now part of
the experiment, Jim,

the same as the dahlia.

That means we have to
study you the same way,

follow the process.

I need you to go step by step

and tell us exactly
how you did it.

What did it feel like?

The wormhole
opened. I jumped in.

I don't know why
you're being so obtuse.

Because we're wasting time
sitting around here yapping about it.

We must take
action. I got duped.

We have to strike back.

We can't do anything until we
fully understand what happened.

We are messing with the
primal forces of nature here.

The primal forces of nature are
telling me I have to take a piss.

What are you doing here, Jim?

I went to the lab.
You guys were gone.

You should go back.
We'll meet you there.

No, no, no, you called. You said
something... We were onto something.

And what was this stuff
about Abby? And you were...

My head is killing me.

See? I told you, you need
to stop popping those pills

and get some sleep.

What did you mean earlier when
you were talking about Abby?

Let me get you some pills.

Stay in here. Don't come out,

no matter what you
hear. Give me the aspirin.

Chuck, I get it
now. It makes sense.

I finally see it now.
Fucking intense.

Matty, stop. You're
giving Jim a headache.

No, this isn't a headache.

This, this is a lightning
storm between my temples.

What were you saying earlier?

When we were on the phone, you
said something about not trusting Abby

and then we were
onto something bigger.

No, no, no.

- No, no, no, no.
- Matty.

- This is far too much to calculate.
- You have to keep it together.

- Matty, look at me.
- You can't... No, no.

Look at me. Sing the pi song.

Jim.

Shit.

Time travel made
that guy a real asshole.

The drink offer is rescinded.

Okay.

But what about
coffee? Does that count?

I never had a chance
to finish my coffee.

What do you want, Jim?

Look, I know I left
without saying goodbye,

but if you let me back
up, I just want a chance

to apologize for leaving
the way that I did.

So, let's hear it.

It better be good if you want
to see what's underneath.

I know what's
underneath... trouble.

Do I really have to
explain how this works?

You grovel at my feet.

And then...

I came here with a plan.

There's so much
that I want to say.

I don't know where to start.

There's certain tribes in the Amazon
where women use shamanistic ritual

to control their men by
driving them to insanity.

Are you a shaman?

No, I'm just a girl.

I'm sorry.

I'll take it.

- Ow!
- Ow!

Is this the residence
of Abby Ross?

She's not here.

This is Jim Beale.
I'm a friend of hers.

Hey, sleepyhead, looking for me?

Is there a man in your place?

I guess you buzzed
my neighbor by accident.

- I need to see your flower.
- Wow, classy. I am a lady.

You can at least
buy me breakfast first.

Jim: The biggest obstacle
in opening a wormhole

is creating enough energy.

Not unlike the tremendous
amount of energy

that an entire planet
makes as it spins on its axis.

The power is there.

I just thought of
a way to utilize it.

Double or nothing
if I hit it again.

I'll take those odds.

The booze just hit me.
Not much of a drinker.

Give me that.

Ready?

Not being found is hard.

Especially when
there's two of you.

That's not me, 'cause
I'm sitting right here.

He might as well
be some other guy.

But it's not. That is
you a week younger.

But from now on, she's
only gonna be with me.

How can you know that?

Because that's what
I'm about to make sure of.

Whoa, Jim. Jim!

This isn't some
relationship problem.

It's a little bigger
than you and that girl.

Not to me. Not anymore.

You can't go around changing the
past because you got your feelings hurt.

This is not the past for you.

I'm not changing
anyone's past but my own.

No matter what happens to that
guy, I'm still gonna feel this way, right?

I have no idea. You're the
first person to ever do this.

Well, then the only way
that I know how to fix my past

is by taking
control of my future.

What about the fact that she's
using you to get to the machine?

She's not. She's using him.

And that puts me in a fantastic
position to turn it all around.

Jim?

You okay?

Chuck. You found me.

Technology's come a long
way. Not being found is hard.

You taste like ash.

Who's that?

Just ignore it. They'll go away.

Will they?

They will.

It's Klaus.

Then definitely ignore it.

Doesn't he know I'm here?

I don't care if he knows or not.

Well, tell him. Tell him everything
is going according to plan.

- What are you talking about?
- Answer it.

I want to hear what you
two have to say to each other.

Fine.

I can't invite you in,
Klaus. Jim Beale is here,

and he's about to fuck
the shit out of me again.

Well, what are you waiting for?

I just cut off my only
source of income for you,

so better make it worth it.

So you do work for him.

He was funding my research.

You're working on a
time-travel project for him.

- It's not for him.
- So why is he paying you for it?

You know, for a brilliant
man, you really are quite dim.

Please, enlighten me.

Don't make me say it.

Come on, the truth will
set you free, remember?

'Cause I was
fucking him, all right?

Yeah, he paid my
bills and my rent,

and whatever else I needed.

So then, why me?

It ended for me the
night you and I first met,

but it wasn't official
until right now.

So you jump at the first
guy who comes along?

I mean, you must have had ulterior
motives to fuck me like you did.

You are being a
childish asshole.

And you're right.

I was using you.

I was using you for my research.

A ploy to steal my ideas
for your nefarious scheme.

So, what is it?

Let's get all the
cards on the table.

It's... it's not done yet.

Waiting for my next move, huh?

Well, you're making it.

You want to see
what I'm working on?

I'll be down at the pub
drinking this day off.

Working in
secret for two years

in a hidden lab on
the outskirts of the city.

John Bane's prototype had
become the stuff of legend.

They say he invented
a time machine.

But what no one knew was that
only moments before I met him,

it had actually worked.

Do you have a light?

I knew everything
there was to know

about John Bane the physicist,

but I never imagined I would
get to know John Bane the man.

A science fiction novel.

More of a novella at this point.

Your hero, John Bane,
that's supposed to be me.

There was an article about
you that inspired the idea, yeah.

But once I met you...

Do you know who I am?

John, a physicist
named John Bane.

The whole story got
a lot more involved.

That's why it's not done yet.

I wanted to see
how it played out.

Yeah, but it's not actually me.

It's just a version of me.

It doesn't have my
memories or feelings.

That's unfortunate.

If we only had time.

Time to get closer.

I'm just a girl.

The girl of my dreams.

We could have a
chance of something real.

I led myself to
believe in serendipity.

But the cosmos had a cruel way
of making me believe otherwise.

As the day of the final
experiment grew near,

I wondered if we
had a future together.

Or would fate keep us apart?

What happens from
here on out is up to me.

That's why I'm here
with you right now.

But you can't change fate.

It's like trying to make
the sun set with your mind.

Who's to say I can't?

See that?

That right there... I did that.

Tell me I didn't.

Scientists and
their God complex.

I'm supposed to
be the smoker here.

- Are you okay?
- Chuck: Jim, are you okay?

- Jim? - It's not Jim.

It's Abby. There's
something wrong with Jim.

He's coughing up
blood, and he's...

he's been having seizures,
and I don't know what to do.

Can you please...
can you please come?

He won't let me take him
to the hospital. I'm just...

- Abby, Abby. - Yeah?

Don't do anything until I
get there. Don't call anyone.

Don't do anything.

- I'm coming. - Okay.

Wait, what are you doing?

Uh... Tell Jim Prime I'm
taking this to a specialist

for more intensive examination.

Where's the other one?

Chuck took it to an examinist
for further specialization.

Must be who called.

Wait, what are you doing?

I'm taking it back
to its rightful owner.

Wormhole.

Such a weird word
when you think about it.

Right now
he's experiencing

what can only be described
as a kind of temporal feedback.

It seems that two beings
of the same consciousness

cannot exist in
the same universe.

This must be nature's way
of correcting the anomaly.

That's your diagnosis?
Temporal feedback?

That makes the most
sense given what we know.

Okay, Dr. Chuck, if you're
such an expert on space cancer,

then what should
we expect from here?

If the rate of deterioration
stays in sync with 0-14,

terminus... that's
what we call...

I get it. What?

He has about 48
hours, give or take.

Then his vital organs
will disintegrate

until his biological
functions shut down.

He's been chosen for extinction.

You have one hell
of a bedside manner.

I'm a physicist, not an M.D.

How am I supposed
to believe any of this?

Now's your chance.

This is your proof right here.

But please handle with care.

The fate of the
universe is in your hands.

Jim.

I really wasn't expecting you.

You might want to hide in the
other room in case he comes in.

He won't. He thinks
Klaus is in here.

No need to tell
me who's in there.

- I have my theory.
- And what is that?

I'm not giving any
more theories to you.

It's not why I came here.
It's not what I want from this.

And what do you want from this?

To ignore the facts, give
you the benefit of the doubt.

All of the observable evidence

leads to the inevitable
conclusion that you are playing me.

But I refuse to accept it.

I barely know you.

But something happened in
those brief hours we spent together.

It was how you looked at me.

Like how you're
looking at me now.

Is the pain worse
when he's close by?

Yeah.

Proximity to him
must be a factor.

The best course of action
is to get you out of town

as far as possible to alleviate
the effects of the feedback.

You mean prolong the inevitable.

So, here it is. My act of faith.

The gun is to my head.

I'm sure as shit not gonna
pull the trigger myself.

This is yours.

You get to decide what happens.

In two days, I'm gonna
start the machine,

and I'm gonna open the wormhole.

But it's now up to you
what goes through it.

Chuck, I want you to take your
friend and get the fuck out of here.

- Okay.
- Abby.

You lied to me.

Not about me and you.

Me and you is all
totally based on bullshit.

If you could just
see my logic on this.

Don't.

There's an
explanation for all of it.

Not for how I feel.

I'm not even sure who
I'm talking to right now,

but whatever Jim you are,

I want you to get the
hell out of my house

before I contract this
psychotic disease.

I don't think that temporal
feedback is contagious.

No.

Matty? Where's Jim Prime?

I need you to slip away
and meet me at our place.

Tell him that you left your
reading glasses at home.

He knows you're
useless without them.

Then break them and tell him
you have to go get your other pair.

Just do it, and...

...bring D-29B.

Dextro 29 boost. Still in beta.

It's a hybrid synthesis of
adrenal epinephrine secretions.

- Oh, yeah.
- It won't keep you alive.

But when you take it, you
won't know you're dying.

I'm dying. I'm dying, yes.

Yeah, okay. All
right, what to do?

What to do? What
to do? I'm dying.

Dying. Death, dead, 48 hours.

Forty eight hours. We have to prevent
that, don't we? We do. We should.

I say we don't do anything.

Don't open the other
end of the wormhole.

- Then it's like it never happened.
- Have you considered...

I'm here. It happened.
Yes... yes, it did.

- But have you considered...
- Yes, it did.

No, we roll up our sleeves.
We find a workable solution,

to explain the
absence of paradoxes...

We have to get one
of you out of here.

Let's come clean with Jim
Prime. He can go, and you can live.

He's not gonna do it
if he knows he will die.

Would you? No, you wouldn't.

I wouldn't. I've
been... I mean, I did.

- I'm here, so...
- There is the notion...

Maybe it should be me that goes.

And make things worse?

- The theory...
- Are you joking?

Is he joking? Make things worse?

I have less than two days to live.
I lost the rights to my life's work.

My girlfriend, she hates me, so
how could it possibly get any worse?

Parallel dimensions.

Parallel dimensions.

There exists not
one singular universe,

but an infinite number
of possibilities coinciding

simultaneously and eternally,

every conceivable version of
every being persisting forward

in a concurrent reality.

Your time-space excursion
was not to the past

of your present universe.

On the contrary, it was simply

a migration from
your plane of existence

to the one adjacent.

You're operating
independently of yourself

in an alternate timeline.

- No.
- But...

That's still hypothetical
at this point.

And, of course, I
already thought of that.

But being here,
seeing it for myself,

everything played
out exactly the same.

But your journal
accounted for...

What journal?

Where did you get this?

It was in your coat
pocket when you traversed.

And you've had
this the whole time?

I was processing
it as a data set.

- It's not my handwriting.
- You were both so busy.

- This is her book.
- Whose book?

Abby's.

- It was alarmingly accurate.
- Matty?

This is a made-up
story, a work of fiction,

and an incomplete one at that.

Okay, enough theorizing.

All right? The machine
should be up and running.

How much more of this
go juice do you have?

Enough.

All right, I'm pulling the
trigger on our best option.

Klaus only paid for
one unit of M.R.D.

We can't do this again.

If I go back through
the wormhole

knowing what I know
now to that first day...

we won't have to
do this ever again.

I can take over from here.

Where have you been?

Uh, our mass spectrometer
was on the fritz.

I wanted to take 0-14 over to
the institute for final evaluation.

- How's it doing?
- Clean bill of health.

But they're gonna
keep it tonight

so that they can run it through
the liquid scintillation counter.

Okay, as long as they
don't know what it's for.

They think it's a sample.

We're almost online.

You want to do a practice run?

Absolutely.

Oh, and, Chuck,

dahlia 2.0 is also gone for now,

so we have to send something
else through the wormhole.

I think I can find
a replacement.

Balance metric pressure at 057.

Metric
pressure sustaining 057.

Releasing valves.

Docking hatch open and clear.

Chuck: Radioactivity
meters online.

Ready for exposure.

Prepare to load M.R.D.

M.R.D. removed from containment.

Preparing to load.

Keep full exposure duration
no more than ten seconds.

Nine, eight...

seven...

Insertion of M.R.D. commencing.

...five, four...

three, two...

one.

M.R.D. in place.

Close hatch.

Jim. Jim, Jim.

The pressure dropped below 029.

We have to abort.

All right, abort. It's that
damn bracket again.

We're gonna have to
reconfigure the output.

I know how to fix it.

It might take a while to recalibrate.
Why don't you take a break?

I don't take breaks.

What about that stack
of readouts in your office?

Have you gone through those yet?

Oh.

I see what you're doing.

You do?

You want me to sleep.

You're onto me.

Fine.

I'll leave you be to
work on that for a bit.

But I'm not napping.

Okay, Jim, get ready.

Matty, close the docking hatch.

Handle left 45 degrees.

Slide forward,

then lock at high noon
and engage sequence.

Chuck, I don't, uh...

Matty, let's go.

The left and right...

Matty, he could come
back any second.

The left and right,
they're not, um...

The left and right...

Matty, you've done
it a thousand times.

Do it now.

You're still chasing
after her, huh?

I never realize that's
what I'm doing... until I do it.

The power to cross the
universe in an instant.

The impossible dream
becomes possible.

All the unbelievable things
you could accomplish,

the eternal questions
you could answer.

And you just want to get laid.

- You'd do the same if it were you.
- You're probably right.

The machine still works.

But the M.R.D. is gone.

We could try to find the money.

Thirty six hours?
I don't see how.

What about Klaus?

You have seen the future.

Could buy some stocks,
play the over-under on a game.

You didn't happen to catch
the news before you left?

It's over.

I'm done with the past.

If this is goodbye...

...least I could do
is buy you dinner.

Okay.

We'll let Jim Prime
keep on without a clue,

at least until you're gone.

Yeah. Where's Matty?

He was devastated
by what he did.

Didn't want to face you.

This is you.

I mean him.

I should take this.

Go ahead and order.
I'll be right back.

It's not done yet.

Chuck told me everything.

Chuck is an asshole.

I want to hear it from you.

Why did you really go
through the wormhole?

Because my heart was broken.

And you blame me?

Abby, the only one
to blame here is me.

I did it to myself.

I'm willing to let technology
take some of the fall here.

So, I understand the only way

to get the other Jim
into the wormhole

is to show up tomorrow
with the dahlia and Klaus.

That is one scenario, yeah.

One that I would
prefer not to repeat.

But if it would
save your life...

It wouldn't, because
we're about five million shy

of there even being a wormhole.

I can get the money.

No.

Any questions
about the menu?

Can you please give us a minute?

But it would be for us.

Then we can have
more time together.

Look! I'm not gonna
let you do that.

It's my choice, not yours.

Then it'll be your choice.

Take me as far as you can.

Checking in?

Yes.

Name, please.

James Beale.

Seems you are already
staying with us, Mr. Beale.

What?

Right.

I forgot my key card.

May I get a replacement, please?

Of course.

There exists not
one singular universe,

but an infinite number
of possibilities coinciding

simultaneously and eternally.

Every conceivable version of
every being persisting forward

in a concurrent reality.
Your time-space excursion

was not to the past of
your present universe.

On the contrary, it was simply

a migration from
your plane of existence

to the one adjacent.

John Bane's time-space
excursion was not to his own past.

Little did he realize he
had traveled to the past

of a parallel universe...

A timeline so
similar to his own,

he had simply
overlooked the differences.

An infinite number
of possibilities,

an infinite number of choices,

an infinite number of outcomes.

Take me to The Grand Hotel.

Mr. Meisner, would
you be so kind

as to wait here while I
escort Ms. Ross and her dahlia

to the lab floor?

Is this really what you want?

Isn't there usually
champagne at these things?

I could kill a whole
bottle right now.

Oh, so, this is the
way it's gonna be.

It's the way it has to be.

The way it is.

It only seems that way now,

but eventually you'll
see it in a different light.

So that's it, then?
It meant nothing.

Put these on. I don't
want you to miss a thing.

Jim: Turn handle
left 45 degrees.

Slide forward.

Lock it at high noon.

Engage sequence.

I'm not interested,
so don't even try.

It may not look like it,
but I'm actually working.

Do you know who I am?

Should I?

Oh, my God.

You look just like him.

Who?

John.

A physicist named John Bane.

What a coincidence.
I'm a physicist.

They say he invented
a time machine.

Did he?

No one knows.

Anyways, he died in a lab
explosion before I got to interview him.

Really?

That's too bad.

The fire destroyed
all of his work.

It's sad, really.

To be so close
to controlling time,

and then poof...
gone in an instant.

Time is a great teacher

that eventually kills
all of its students.

I like that one.
That's a good one.

You have any more?

Yeah. Have a drink with me.

I'll tell you all about my
time-travel experiment.

Mine would make for
a much better story.

Your story is better?

Is that a fact?

No, just a theory.