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Sorry it's come to this, K9, but you're a dangerous enemy,

and I have to destroy you.

-Destroy this, human.

Checkmate.

-You cheated.

-Cheating is a tactic employed to alter the odds

when one is in danger of defeat.

-Your point is?

-I was never in danger of deat.

[laughter]

-Hey, you wanna play?

-What, so you can wipe the floor with me?

I don't think so.

Not likely.

I've got my pride.

-Hey, what's with the former rainforest?

-There are police files and newspapers

Gryffen found in the basement, from when the mansion

was a police station fascinating.

Why are you wearing a rainbow?

-Don't judge my threads, man.

I've got a history assignment due on Friday.

The impact of music culture on criminal activity

in 1960s England.

-Groovy, baby.

Love the '60s.

-It's neato, peach pie, that this used to be a fuzz station.

And all my research is right here.

-The relevance of neatness, peachiness, or pies to fuzz

is unclear to this unit.

-It's '60s slang.

It's fun.

-Neato!

-What's with all these storms?

-Another one.

-Whoa, this is interesting.

In 1963, there was a Russian spy ring

working out of this district.

This station was the center of the investigation.

-But I thought the Russians were our friends?

-Your knowledge of history is sadly lacking.

-Like your personality.

-In the 1960s, the government considered the Russians

of any serious threat to this country.

There was great alarm about Russian spies.

-What's the cyberpedia have to say?

1963 was a time of considerable fear of war.

Nuclear--

-It's working.

It's working!

[shriek]

-Um--

-And she just disappeared?

-Yeah, into thin air.

-I was working on the quantum equalizer.

It was going so well.

And then that power surge, and--

-So where is she?

-The quantum equalizer maintains the balance

between space and time.

Its disruption could open a time stream.

-She's in a different time?

-Yes, yes.

Same place, but-- yes.

-When?

-If the equalizer wasn't stable, it could be any time.

-Uh, guys?

I don't think so.

STARKEY: 1963.

-One more, thanks, guv. That's it.

Hold it. -Lovely.

-That's enough, Snapper.

On you, boy.

Take hi mto the cells, lads.

-Can I help you?

-You're real.

What year is it?

-1963.

-I have to call the professor.

-What sort of gizmo would that be, then?

-It's a communications device.

-Ain't no communications device I ever saw.

We've been having problems with communications

of a Russian nature round here.

What's your name, girl?

-Laura, where have you been?

I've been looking all over for you.

-Darius? -William Pike.

My friends call me Bill.

This here is my sister, Laura.

She was riding in my cab with me this morning,

dropped off my fare, turned around, and she was gone.

She suffers from mental confusion.

Even our mom calls her an empty teabag in a family pot.

Know what I mean?

So I'll just be taking her home, then, yeah?

-Oi.

Why don't you two come along with me?

-The lightning surge destabilized the equalizer.

Jorjie's VR set then acted as a channel for the power.

-Sucking her into the portal. Darius, try again.

-Jorjie?

Jorjie, can you hear me?

-The time stream is still open.

We should be able to communicate.

-I'm going after her.

-I don't know how long the portal will remain open.

You need to find her immediately.

And you both need your vid com, so I can lock onto you

and transport you.

-Transport us?

-Make that three. -No, no.

I need someone here to help me operate the portal.

-But prof--

-Darius, I can't do it alone.

If you want to help save Jorjie, you need to be here.

-So, let's do it, professor.

-Starkey, if the portal closes completely,

I won't be able to reopen it.

You won't be able to get back.

You'll be stuck in 1963.

-So, let's do it, professor. -To the portal.

-How dare you cal me an empty teabag.

And what's all this Bill stuff?

-Yeah, I keep telling you, it's my name.

William Pike.

What's all that Darius stuff?

-You're really not him.

-Hey, now you're getting the idea.

-Hey, don't get your knickers in a knot.

You're a kid.

They'll call your parents, and they'll sort it out.

It's no big deal.

Is it?

-You have no idea.

-Morning.

Hm.

Blimey!

-Neato to meet you, peach fuzz.

-He's new here.

I'll contact Jorjie.

-Oh.

What?

Right.

I'm going to have to ask you to accompany me inside.

-Exit strategy?

-Exit strategy.

Thank you. -Oi!

Stop!

Another one.

Right.

You've got some explaining to do, mate.

-You can't just accost me.

This is not communist Russia.

-Yeah.

And we're going to keep it that way.

-Hey, why don't you just take a load off?

-Aren't you worried?

-Me? No.

All I'm good here was a few old parking tickets.

[clattering]

-Let go of my jacket.

-You, come with me.

-See?

Nothing to worry about.

Just tell him who you really are,

and where to reach your folks, and you'll be out of here, too.

I'll be waiting.

-You can wipe that smile off your face, traitor.

You're on your way to the interrogation room.

Then to jail for a very long time.

Miles Barrington Smythe.

-There's nothing in here, prof. -Keep searching.

That photo of Jorjie is deeply disturbing.

-Give her a break.

She had just traveled through time.

-No, I mean the fact that it exists.

It shows how from the moment they arrive,

they're impacting the world aruond them.

-It's just a photo.

-To begin with, yes.

But the longer they're there, the greater the chance that

they'll affect something really significant.

-Like what? -Like anything.

The present as we know it is a result

of what's happened in the past.

If the past has been changed, then so too has the present.

-Uh-- -What?

-That's my great grandpa.

-Well, I'll be.

-Will you, indeed, constable?

-The suspect is in the interrogation

room, as requested, sir.

-Well? -Ah.

-This is Agent Barker from MI6.

-Afternoon, squire.

-Afternoon to you, too.

It's not every day we capture the spy

responsible for leaking our nation's secrets.

-Whatever you're talking about, sir, I can explain everything.

-Yes. You will.

-Your great grandfather?

Are you sure?

-It's him.

But he was never a spy.

What's it mean?

-It means the past has been changed.

And if he did indeed end up in prison,

he may never have met your great grandmother.

Who would have never given birth to your grandfather, who would

have never married your grandmother, who would have

never given birth to your father?

-Who would have been hard pressed to have had me.

I shouldn't exist.

-But you do, which is the greatest possible evidence

that everything worked out fine.

There's no need to panic--

-Professor! -Darius?

Help me.

-This couldn't possibly be any worse.

-Gryffen.

I need to see Jorjie.

-Can you get a fix on Jorjie?

-Two thermal images perceived.

Confirm one to be Jorjie's heat signature

in the cell approximately 14.2 meters away.

-OK.

Let's grab her and get our butts back through that portal.

-Agreed.

Rapid transport of butts imperative.

-Professor, we're nearly ready.

-I can't believe you let this happen, Gryffen.

-It was a coincidental anomaly.

We'll get them back. -You're sure?

STARKEY: Professor.

-Reasonably sure.

-Professor, are you there?

-Yes.

I am.

Do you have visual?

-Yes.

We found Jorjie, and we'll be ready to transport

in about 10 minutes.

-That's brilliant.

However, there's, um, one small complication.

If you don't save Darius' grandfather,

Darius will disappear forever.

He won't exist.

-His great grandfather? -Yes.

It really is the most fascinating temporal conundrum.

-I agree, professor.

A most interesting example of Einstein's principal of--

-If I could interrupt?

Oh, yes, of course.

Um, so, you must help this fellow, Bill, escape,

and then get yourselves back here so that you don't

do anymore damage to the timeline.

-That's it, professor?

Just bust two people out of jail and travel back through time.

Anything else?

-Nothing else?

-No. -Nope.

That's it.

Oh, and, uh, Starkey?

Darius' existence depends on it.

-Got it, professor.

-Freaky, man.

-Could say that.

Got it.

-Well, I'll be.

It really is a mechanical dog.

-You came for me.

Thank you.

-Darius would have, too.

But the professor needed him. -Right.

-And speaking of Darius--

-You haven't seen a bloke named Bill around at all?

-They took him to an interrogation room.

-Right.

Next stop, interrogation room.

We'll explain on the way.

-We'll rap so that you can get your head around it.

-He's enjoying the '60s.

-Please, stand clear.

-I say, thanks awful.

-You're welcome.

-If I can be of any assistance, I

happen to know where the interrogation room is.

-Excellent.

-What a jolly clever little mechanical dog.

-This unit does not appreciate patting.

This unit is not a dog.

This unit is a cybernetic construction

containing quantum consciousness.

I am capable of logical deduction.

-We need to give the portal all the power we can.

-How?

-The same way it powered up before.

Light.

The electrical surge will run directly to the STM.

All we need is someone to hold the antenna out the window.

-Someone?

-It's perfectly safe.

The antenna dish will protect you.

Plus, I have these.

You know how my agoraphobia is.

Just the idea of sticking my head out that window--

think of the children.

-Now, the rooms are up the stairs.

-We need a distraction.

K9?

[screaming]

[crash]

-Allow me.

I say, there's been a jolly awful crash.

-Wait a minute.

I know you. -Oh, dear.

-Let's go.

-Let me ask again.

-How did Russian documents come to be in your care?

-I don't know.

I keep telling you, I'm not a spy.

-Yet there they were.

What were you planning to do with him?

-Do with them?

They're Russian-- do I look like a Russian?

I want my lawyer.

I have my rights.

I want my lawyer.

-No, you don't have any rights.

Spies have no rights.

And you are a spy.

No one's going to ride to your rescue.

-We're here to rescue you.

-What the--

-I don't know who you think you are,

but I'll personally see to it you join your friend here

in prison for a very long time.

-Does he remind you of anyone?

-Chill, baby.

-Very well.

But you're in the middle of a police station,

in the middle of a city.

You imagine you can all just disappear?

-That's the plan.

-Darius!

-Prof, what's happening to me?

-Everything's under control, my boy.

He's coming back to us.

The others must be succeeding.

Action stations!

-You'll need this for the professor to lock onto you.

Professor, we're ready to go.

Professor?

Professor?

-A problem? -No way.

We'll be busting out of here in a minute.

Or two. Professor?

-How is it out there, June?

-How do you think it is?

It's an electrical storm!

-Marvelous!

-The thers should be contacting us at any moment.

-All is well, all is--

-Prof, I--

-Not well.

-Professor!

-Well, I gave the old blighter the slip.

Gave good chase, though.

What's the plan?

-Starkey!

Starkey!

June, we need that power surge, now!

-Are you sure this is going to work?

-The statistical likelihood of lightning

striking the same-- Starkey!

Starkey, are you there?

-We're here.

-The portal's powered up.

-Just a second, professor.

OK, mate, that's your cue.

You're out of here.

-You want me to do a runner?

Where am I going to go?

-Anywhere.

-Well, I'm not spending the rest of my life running and hiding.

What about my family?

What about their reputation?

Naw, I'm staying to prove my innocence.

-Except, of course, he's guilty.

And he will be going to prison.

-Starkey, what's happened?

We've lost Darius again.

-Small glitch.

-The portal's very unstable.

You've only got a minute or two.

-Understood, professor.

-You're innocent, you know you are.

-Yeah, but I've got to prove my innocence.

-And no less, the evidence would tend to prove otherwise.

-That evidene doesn't prove anything.

It can't. He's not a spy!

-Well, I'm afraid he's guilty until proven innocent.

-Logical option for resolving problem-- prove innocence.

-Really?

And how will you do that?

-Language is Russian.

There is also a coded message.

Code based on basic mathematical equation.

-Basic?

Russian spy codes are hardly basic.

-It's the details of a spy network located in this area.

-Just like in the newspaper story.

-Exactly. A spy network.

Proof positive Mr. Pike is guilty.

I've wasted enough time.

-Manners.

This unit is still reading.

This message is to a spy, instructing

him to use his government employee

card to access information.

William Pike is not a government employee.

-Then it couldn't be his.

-I'm innocent.

I told you.

-Very well.

-This document should reveal the name of the real spy.

It should only take me to-- imminent detonation.

Get down!

-Why?

[boom]

-That's why.

-Rigged self destruct.

Typical Russian trick.

-Hard to believe it could get the jump on you.

GRYFFEN: Starkey.

Starkey.

You've less than one minute.

-OK, professor, we're all set.

-Ah-- what can I say?

You guys just saved my life.

Next cab ride's on me.

Free of charge.

Seriously.

-You can owe us.

-We'll say hi to your great grandson for you.

-It's been groovy, baby.

-How much longer have they got? -Seconds.

-Professor?

-Darius!

Welcome back, dear boy.

-From where?

-There's no time to explain.

-We're losing power.

-We haven't got anymore to give it.

-Preliminary scan of world situation

suggests no significant changes.

-That's a shame.

-Tempting as it may be to change the world by changing the past,

it creates far too many problems.

-Looks like we're stuck with changing it from here.

-Hm.

-That was very close, comrade.

-You took your sweet time setting off that self destruct.

The mechanical dog almost announced my name.

-Hm.

I was interested to see its capabilities.

-Perhaps next time I pass material to you,

you'll take better care of it?

-I needed to hide it quickly, and the cab

was most convenient.

-Fortunately, I made a copy.

-Your efforts, as always, are appreciated.

On day soon, may Britain have the kind

of society we enjoy in our country.

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