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My name is H.G. Wells.

My friend John is Jack the Ripper.

He's escaped from 1893
in my time machine,

and I'm the only one who can catch him.

I want the key and the time machine now.

Well, I can't oblige, John.

What if I told you that
George is really H.G. Wells?

I would say you've lost your damn mind.

H.G. Wells... he's in New York.

He came in his time machine.

You can stop this all from happening.

I'm Brooke. I'm a neuropathologist.

I'd be honored if you'd
join me for a drink.

You and I were always supposed to meet.

I am completely blinded
by you, Miss Walker.

♪ ♪

- No!
- [Gunshot]

Who's the guy?

I don't know, but I've
seen this man before.

- He was following me.
- Who are you?

I'm someone who's waited
a long time to meet you.

[Monitor beeping]

[Grunts]

[Rattling]

[Gas hissing]

I brought you something
to help clear your head.

Just apple juice. It's
organic, fresh pressed.

Your system must be in shock

after all the preservatives
they put in food these days.

[Cup clatters]

[Sighs] Well, that made a mess.

You'll regret this.

Regret drugging you?

After you tried to stab
me with a kitchen knife?

Who are you?

I'm someone who knows
you're Jack the Ripper.

And you escaped to 2017 in
H.G. Wells' time machine.

I also know that Mr.
Wells is being aided

by a distant relative... Vanessa Anders.

But you're all alone.

Something tells me
you could use a friend.

You have to trust me.

Trust you?

[Grunts]

[Sighs]

I'll come back when you're
feeling more yourself.

[Groans]

♪ ♪

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[Keyboard clacking]

♪ ♪

_

- [Computer beeps]
- _

♪ ♪

Woman: Hey there, big boy.

Click on it now.

- Show me how big you are.
- [Moaning]

Oh.

[Laughter]

Check out my live cam.

[Computer beeps]

- Good morning.
- Ah, y-yes it is. Uh...

Good morning. Uh...

What are you doing?

Attempting to master the
Internet and failing miserably.

I really enjoyed last night.

- We were almost killed.
- Right.

No, the part after that.

As did I.

It wasn't too forward, was it?

Because I forget you're from 1893,

and things were more formal back then.

And I didn't want to come across as...

I don't know how you used
to call it... a harlot.

Which you are not, I-I assure you.

Not to sound old-fashioned,
but I do struggle

with the ease with which men and women

give themselves to each other.

Sexual mores of today are
quite baffling as it's all...

it's all so very, uh...

- Casual?
- No.

It's routine.

Lacking in romance.

See, in my day, passion
and desire... they were...

they were the true result
of yearning for a woman.

The longing that fills you
head and clouds every thought

as you patiently await for
her to walk through the door

and say "Good morning."

♪ ♪

- Good morning, Jane.
- Good morning.

[Beep]

Good morning.

[Clears throat]

- Morning.
- Morning.

We have information about
the man who attacked you.

His name was Chad Holland.

He had a place in the Bronx,
lived alone, never married,

worked odd jobs, history of trouble,

but mostly petty crime.

But nothing to explain why
he was trying to kill me?

How he knows about me and John?

I take it John still hasn't called?

No. And it's way past his deadline.

I've known John for many years.

If he hasn't reached out,
then something's happened.

Maybe he had a run-in with Chad Holland.

Is there any way to access
Chad Holland's residence?

We can try. I'll drive you.

Great. I have some
business to deal with.

You'll let me know if
you find out anything.

[Door opens]

Honey. Have you been waiting long?

No, I just got here. Hi.

So where's Wells?

I was hoping to get a chance
to talk to him this morning.

He stepped out for a bit. He'll be back.

My head is still spinning.

I can't believe he's
the real H.G. Wells.

How long does he plan on staying?

I'm not sure.

It all depends on
finding John Stevenson.

It's crazy.

It's right out of some
science fiction story.

Written by H.G. Wells maybe.

A real working time machine.

Do you know how many people would
kill for something like that?

Are you sure it's secure here?

I trust my team, and I've
installed a security system

- that requires key-card access.
- Good.

So, uh, what about the war
veteran charity tonight?

- Should we cancel?
- No.

It's just the board members,
and they're all friends of mine.

And they're here to meet you.

Wait, you set this up for me?

- You are running for Senate.
- [Chuckles]

And a cocktail party
full potential donors

never hurt a campaign.

Babe, you didn't have to do that.

I insist.

I've been so distracted by H.G.

And tonight, you're my priority.

Come here.

♪ ♪

[Buzzer]

[Lock clicks]

H.G.: Thank you so much for you trouble.

We promise to be quick.

You're just yummy.
How did you know Chad?

Uh, we were friends. His
family asked us to come.

I didn't know he had any family.

Hell, I didn't know he had any friends.

Guy gave me the creeps.

[Lock clicks]

- Ah. You're too kind.
- [Chuckles]

I'm a sucker for a Brit.
My father was a Brit.

He came over after World War II.

There was more than one?

Thank you... so much.

We really appreciate this.

[Siren wails in distance]

♪ ♪

Chad was a little obsessed.

♪ ♪

He was following both of us.

How did he know that we would be here?

This would be easier if we
knew what we were looking for.

♪ ♪

Is that the same emblem?

It's the one I put in
my letter to Vanessa.

What is that?

It appears to be coordinates.

Hi there.

Don't suppose I could have my clothes?

[Footsteps approach]

Feeling better?

And will you behave yourself?

It's not my wish to keep
you locked up in here, John.

I did it out of necessity.

I want to us to learn
to trust each other.

Trust works both ways, Brooke.

[Beep]

May I? It's chilly in here.

So, where are we?

Uh, my basement lab, where I work.

So you were telling the
truth about being a doctor.

Biotechnology research.

Neurology, genetics, biochemistry.

My father was a scientist.

He inspired me to continue his research.

Fascinating.

Really?

I was afraid the Ripper
would find me boring.

Boring?

A little romp in the
bedroom, syringe to the neck,

awaken naked and tied
up in a laboratory...

Boring is the very least
of what you are, my darling.

So, what is all of this?

Gene therapy.

I'm working on ways to improve
human neurological function.

You're looking at your own DNA,

which is your genetic makeup.

Deoxyribonucleic acid.

They'd just begun to study it in my day.

So you want to analyze my brain?

You might not like what you find.

Oh, I doubt that,

John Leslie Stevenson.

Born 1863 in London
to Elizabeth Stevenson,

a street prostitute. No surprise there.

No father, but you
fought your way to Oxford

to the top of your class.

Esteemed surgeon by
day, killer by night.

How do you know so much about me?

[Chuckles] I know things about you

that you don't even know about yourself.

Like the fact that you have a son.

[Chuckles]

I can assure you I do not have a son.

Henry Ayers... born to Pauline Ayers,

a nurse you met in 1891 in Paris.

Do you remember her?

Impossible.

I want to conduct some tests.

Nothing too invasive.

A controlled environment
to study your psychopathy.

What do I get?

The time machine, of course.

Do you know where it is?

It's under lock and key,
courtesy of Vanessa Anders.

It's also where your
little friend, H.G. Wells,

has been staying since
he's been in New York.

I can get it for you.

Yes, if I submit to being your lab rat.

I want you to start thinking of me...

as a friend.

Just a friend?

With a little extra.

You know, there's a crazy killer
on every corner today, Brooke.

Why me?

Because there's only
one Jack the Ripper.

[Horns honking]

H.G.: Were you able to find out anything

about the coordinates
from Chad's apartment?

Yes and no.

The longitude and latitude takes us here

to a residential area of
Glen Cove, Long Island.

These next numbers appear to
be a date... September 15, 1980.

What about these numbers?

It's the time... 1:42 p.m.

So, Chad was trying to
get to the time machine

to go to Long Island on
a specific date and time.

- Why?
- He said he had to stop something.

In 1980?

Well, perhaps an event
occurred in the area,

something with significance.

From what I can find, the
day was rather uneventful.

I've searched the archives
of the local paper.

The biggest news was a bake
sale at the county courthouse.

We're missing something.

We know I'm important to Chad Holland...

as is John for that matter.

We still haven't heard from him.

There's a mystery afoot
that we're not aware of.

I have to go. It's all we have.

- You're going to 1980?
- Yes, to Glen Cove, is it?

How's my wardrobe?

Wait. I'm coming with you.

It isn't safe. I have
no idea what's in store.

I'm a historian. I know
the '80s. You don't.

Let me help you. I want to come.

♪ ♪

- You okay?
- Huh? Yeah, I'm excited.

This is not fear.

It's a little fear with excitement.

But I'm ready. Let's do this.

[Electricity crackles]

♪ ♪

[Exhales]

♪ ♪

Oh. [Chuckles]

[Gas hisses]

[Birds chirping]

So...

this is 1980.

Why would the coordinates bring
us to the middle of nowhere?

Do you hear that?

[Indistinct conversation]

It's coming from over there.

[Upbeat music playing]

Oh, here we are.

Looks like a party.

It's an impressive house.

It's a yuppie barbecue.

Oh.

- Is this your ball?
- Yes.

- Here we are.
- Thank you.

You talk funny.

I'm from England.

Vanessa, come inside.

Vanessa Maria Anders, now!

- Was that...
- Vanessa. Yes.

We're at her parents' house.

[Upbeat music playing]

What does Chad have to
do with Vanessa's family?

Why would he want to come here?

Well, the man wanted me dead,

and Vanessa and her
parents are my descendants.

Maybe they were his targets, too.

In 1980?

We'll have a look around,

- see what we find.
- Wait.

Let's make you a yuppie.

A yuppie? What's a yuppie?

A young urban professional
with an affluent lifestyle

they like to talk about endlessly.

- Sounds obnoxious.
- Ah, well, welcome to the '80s.

Reagan was president. Greed was good.

Fashion was awful.

It was a time of Spandex,
"Dynasty." I want my MTV.

- You want your what?
- It's a party.

Just say things like
"Madonna" and "Wall Street,"

and you'll fit right in.

Right, got it.

Well, hello there, you two.

I don't believe I've seen you

at one of the Anders' shindigs before.

Here, I thought I knew all of
Courtney and David's friends.

We just moved to the neighborhood.

I'm Angelina, and this
is my husband, Brad.

Oh, I'm Bethanny. [Chuckles]

My hubby's around here somewhere...

probably at the bar not
getting me a refill. [Chuckles]

Uh, you said you were new to the area?

Yes, we just bought
a place down the road.

On Wall Street.

Well, it's a shame you didn't
wait a little longer to buy.

All of this could've been yours.

The Anders' house is for sale?

Well, unofficially.

I hear David's company
is not doing well.

[Chuckles]

Oh, that's terrible.

May I refresh that for you?

Mm. Such a gentleman.

Amaretto sour.

I'll come with you, honey.

Griffin: I was really hoping
to get to know the guy.

- When will they be back?
- That's up to them.

They're controlling
the machine manually.

Ah. Now, do they come back at
the same time as when they left?

- How's that work?
- They travel in real time,

so as to not tear the
fabric of the timeline.

Is that like time-travel science or...?

Martin, where did they go?

Glen Cove, Long Island, 1980.

Show me.

I want to see the exact
location of Chad's coordinates.

Uh, you got it.

[Computer beeping]

♪ ♪

That's the backyard
of my childhood home.

Whoa.

Let me know the moment they get back.

[Door opens]

Don't look now, but I
think you're about to meet

another one of your family members.

- [Giggles]
- Oh.

[Chuckles]

Hello.

How old are you? I'm 3.

You're 3? Wow.

She likes you.

I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met.

I'm Courtney Anders.

You have such a lovely home.

Thank you. Are you
friends with my husband?

- As a matter of fact...
- We are friends with Bethanny.

She told us so much about you two.

[Chuckling] Oh, really.

What did that gossip have to say?

David, hon, you have a guest.

[Clears throat]

If you'll excuse me.

Welcome to our home. It
was very nice meeting you.

Lovely to meet you, as well.

Vanessa: Bye.

Oh, we mustn't interact so blatantly.

Remember, we cannot influence, obstruct,

or do anything that
can alter the timeline.

We must observe only.

You can't just barge in...

So why don't we observe that?

Wait here. I'll be right back.

Who's that man?

♪ ♪

Jane, that satchel.

It was in Chad's apartment.

Radical gene therapy fails when
the brain rejects the new DNA.

It doesn't want to change, but...

my father discovered a better method,

and I've perfected it.

And once this new DNA
is inside the brain,

you can manipulate the
chemistry in the brain

to control how people think?

You're catching on.

Do you want to study me or change me?

Don't you want to change?

Not in the least.

Oh. Think about it.

Your impulse to kill, that
blinding rage that consumes you.

Don't you want to control it just...

just a teensy bit?

Your son, Henry Ayers...
he was a doctor like you

before he died in Paris in 1918.

I wonder if he inherited
your killer instincts.

And aren't you curious?

If I cared at all, I would
have paid better attention

to the women I slept with.

♪ ♪

Why am I so important to you, Brooke?

Hm?

What are you not telling me?

I have the answers
to all your questions.

But you need to be patient.

Not a very patient man, Brooke.

You of all people should know that.

♪ ♪

No, stop.

♪ ♪

[Breathing heavily]

[Screams]

[Groans]

What the hell was that?

[Indistinct conversation]

That's the exact same satchel
we found in Chad's apartment.

And why was he arguing
with Vanessa's father?

We need to find out who he is.

I know just the person.

Bethanny!

[Gasps] Oh, my God. It's
my two new best friends.

Did you forget my amaretto sour?

I'm afraid so.

Bethanny, who is that guy over there?

Oh, him?

He's married.

Oh. And so am I.

[Chuckles] To me.

I'm just having a little fun.

What else can you
tell us about that guy?

His name is Robert.

Uh, 30s, grew up here,
married five years.

They travel a lot.

Beautiful wife, but
she's cheating on him.

Can't really blame her, though.

He's a bit odd.

No divorce yet, but I give
them another... two months max.

My God. Imagine the possibilities

if you use your memory
for something significant.

And his last name?

Holland.

Does he have a child?

Yeah, a little boy.

Chad.

[Gasps] Oh, there's Jennifer.

Look at that horrendous perm.

Hey, Jenny!

Hi!

[Chuckles]

So Chad's father is
connected to the Anders.

- But how?
- And why now?

Why is today so important to Chad?

[Door opens]

♪ ♪

Come with me, this way.

♪ ♪

Come on.

I think he needs another
8 milligrams of Zofran.

Please watch him.

[Door opens]

Some sort of experiment?

Eh.

Tell me... does you weapon
administer a form of anesthesia?

Don't worry about it. [Gun clicks]

My word.

Sure she's okay alone with him?

- [Grunts]
- Aaah!

[Grunting]

♪ ♪

Good God, man!

[Grunting]

[Straining]

♪ ♪

[Breathes heavily]

Stop. [Gun cocks]

[Sighs] Don't do this, John.

- I can help you.
- I don't need your help.

If you want to help
somebody, help yourself

'cause you, my dear, are
as mad as a bag of ferrets.

This is a real gun.

Well, you've made it quite
clear you need my alive.

Goodbye, love.

♪ ♪

David: It was stupid for
you to come to my house.

Robert: I have the files
for all the drug research.

- Do you want them or not?
- Let me see.

You have no idea what I
went through to get these.

So do we have a deal?

Is this everything on Project Utopia?

That's what you asked for, isn't it?

Amazing. Can you be implicated?

I'm not stupid.

I covered my tracks.

Get these drugs on
the marketplace first.

He'll never be able to
prove they were stolen.

I'm gonna make so much money.

Speaking of money, where's mine?

I wasn't expecting you to
just show up here today.

This is all the cash I had in the house.

This isn't what we talked about.

- We had an agreement.
- Yes, I know.

And I will get you
the rest of the money.

No, you don't get this
until I get all the money.

Don't be unreasonable.
This will bring the money.

- You know who I am.
- I thought I did.

Let me know when you have the money.

[Grunting]

♪ ♪

[Wrench clangs]

[Breathing heavily]

[Gasps]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Grunts]

[Thud]

David?

What are you doing back here?

[Door creaks]

Go!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- [Electricity crackles]
- Go, go. Get out of here.

♪ ♪

We should have done
something back there.

Vanessa's father killed Chad's father.

You know as well as I do
we cannot change history.

The consequences would be too great.

Do you think Vanessa has
any idea what her father did?

I'm betting she doesn't.

So how were the '80s?

- Um...
- Um...

Hair... lots of hair.

Okay. Well, Vanessa wants
to see you guys ASAP.

Right, thank you, Martin.

Need anything else from me tonight?

No, we're all set.

All righty, then. See you tomorrow.

What are we gonna tell Vanessa?

Well, the truth. She
has a right to know.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Well, regardless, Vanessa
and I made an agreement

to be truthful to one another.

Right, but sometimes
the truth can be hurtful.

- But perhaps necessary.
- Wait.

Before we say anything to Vanessa,

why don't we find out a
little more on Robert Holland,

Project Utopia, and how
it connects to Anders?

[Indistinct conversation]

And there was the second one.

Excuse me.

Let's talk.

So, I understand you
went to my childhood home.

Yes, uh, coordinates from Chad
Holland's apartment led us there.

Did you see me?

Yes, we... we met briefly.
You don't remember?

- No, I was only 3.
- [Chuckles]

You were an adorable child.

Did you see my parents?

David and Courtney.

Yes. They were having a garden party.

They were very gracious.

You know, I can't believe it.

What connection does my
family have to Chad Holland?

Uh, we don't know.

Unfortunately, it was a dead end.

Well, at least you got to see my parents

and meet some more of your family.

We did overhear your
father talk about his work.

A Project Utopia?

Utopia?

I don't know of any Project Utopia.

I don't even know why
he would use the word.

I found it odd myself. I
was hoping you might know.

- Does raise an eyebrow.
- Yes, it does.

You know, I keep all
of my father's research

on digital files.

I'll look into it as
soon as the party's over.

Of course.

[Footsteps depart]

You did the right thing.

[Indistinct conversation]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Water running]

[Indistinct conversation]

Can I help you?

Yes. Yes, you can actually.

I'm looking for the party.

You got to go back outside
and check in with security.

Okay, thank you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Piano playing]

This one's a keeper. You
need to get him more involved.

Excuse me, ma'am.
Someone is asking for you.

I'll be right back.

Brooke.

What a surprise. I didn't
know you were coming.

Sorry to barge in without an invitation.

Well, you're always welcome.
I wish I saw more of you.

Me, too. Is my brother around?

Yes, he's right over here.

Griffin.

Your sister's here.

- We'll talk later.
- Okay.

Brooke.

What the hell are you doing here?

We need to talk.

Why are you here? I've
been trying to reach you.

John escaped.

What happened? You were
supposed to keep him locked up.

Well, now he's gone, and he
knows where the time machine is.

- He's coming here?
- I don't know.

Maybe.

That's not our only problem.

Wells traveled back to Glen Cove 1980.

- Did he find out about Utopia?
- I don't know.

When need to secure
the time machine... now.

You want to take it now in
the middle of a fundraiser.

If Wells finds out Robert Holland

sold our father's
research to David Anders,

- it's all over.
- [Exhales]

We need to move.

What is Project Utopia
besides an ironic joke on me?

It was worth killing for. That we know.

But who did Chad's father
steal it from? Who invented it?

It must involve me
somehow. Chad knew that.

So did Chad want the time machine

to go back to 1980 to stop
his father from being killed?

What else could it be?

"Robert L. Holland,

"survived by wife, Mary,
and six-month-old son, Chad,

"died September 16, 1980,

"as a result of injuries sustained

"in an accidental
fall outside his home."

The Anders covered it up.

He made it look like an accident.

And Vanessa has no
idea about any of this.

Explains why her parents
were so charitable.

Can imagine the guilt
was eating them alive.

[Indistinct conversation]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Project Utopia...

so far, I've found a spiritual
retreat in New Mexico,

an alt-rock band, and
an African charity.

In our search for answers, all
we've gotten are more questions.

I really have made a
mess of my invention.

Time travel was meant for
research and observation.

I wanted to better the
world, not destroy it.

Whatever is happening,
we'll figure it out.

- How do you do that?
- Do what?

Fix me with just a kiss.

I know this woman.

There's a document
specialist at the museum.

She can help find anything.

I bet she could help
find Project Utopia.

Can you contact her?

I have her number on my
phone. Let me go get it.

♪ ♪

[Distant radio chatter]

♪ ♪

Well, hello, Miss Walker.

Don't you look lovely.

What are you doing here?

Well, you know me.

I hate to miss a party.

You want the time machine.

You know me so well.

But as I'm sure you're aware,
it's behind lock and key.

So, tell me, Jane.

How many people do I have to
hurt to get into that room?

None.

Because I have the key right here.

Marvelous.

[Grunts]

It's John!

He's here!

We have a breach.

[Screams]

Somebody help!

Help! Help!

- Are you okay?
- It's John. He's here.

- The time machine.
- Yes.

Thank you.

Hey. Everything okay?

Have you seen Griffin?

Uh, he was just here.

Ms. Anders.

A word, please?

Excuse me.

[Beep, lock clicks]

[Grunts]

I know you.

[Grunting]

♪ ♪

John Stevenson is in the house.

I know. Get everybody out.

- Seal the exits.
- Will do.

He's here for the time machine.

[Grunting]

♪ ♪

[Straining]

[Gasps]

[Buzzer]

Break it down.

[Thudding]

♪ ♪

[Gunshot]

♪ ♪

Griffin. Oh, no.

Griff, honey? Griffin, sweetheart.

Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

Are you okay?

I'm fine. It's just a scratch.

My doctor is on the way.

What happened?

There was an intruder,

and your brother tried to stop him.

[Winces]

- Why don't I take a look at that?
- Yeah.

I have to go check in with Doug.

- I'll only be a moment.
- Okay.

Thank you.

Griffin: [Groans]

So he got away.

And the time machine?

Wells was able to bring it back.

Remotely?

Yes, he's got it wired
up to computers now.

But it was empty.

John got away.

Where did he go?

♪ ♪

March 30, 1918...

does that date mean anything to you?

No, what are the coordinates?

Latitude 48.856 north.

Longitude 2.3522 east.

I don't understand.

Why would John go there?

♪ ♪

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[Clock ticking]

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