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Previously on
"Time After Time"...

Richard Knox,
the venture capitalist?

What are you doing with him?

Your sister has big plans.

She's going to sell me
to the highest bidder.

My name is
Agent Danielle Forbes,

and I work for the United States
Department of Defense.

We're destroying
everything at the lab,

but we need her laptop

because it contains
all her research.

Is there something wrong?

What the hell is this?

You have a security breach.

They're trying to steal
my research right now.

Wells, get the journal!

No!

Wells, go! Now!

I'm putting my trust in you,
showing you this,

I have to stop John.
I'll help you stop him.

One last chat.

I'm coming for you.

You open?

That's good enough for me.

Whiskey, please. Neat.

It's a little early.

Helps me think.

And I have quite a busy day
More sad news

as the amount of violent crimes in the city

continues to spike.

A woman was found strangled
in a guest room

of a downtown hotel
this morning.

Identified
as Dr. Brooke Monroe...

Sister of Griffin Monroe,

who was killed in a fire
in her townhouse last night.

A dual investigation
is currently under way.

In a recent statement
issued by police,

they are now questioning... You okay?

A number of the Monroe's
assistants and acquaintances,

but at this point in time,
no leads. Never better.

Meanwhile, investigators
are combing through the rubble

of the nowdestroyed
Monroe townhouse

to discover
the source of the fire.

They found Brooke's body.

She was strangled.

Why would John kill her?

She was his ally.

I ruined his plans,
so he lashed out.

And he'll do it again.

A colleague of mine
gave me access

to every public security camera
in the city.

This was taken 10 minutes ago.

Where did this take place?

Four blocks from the hotel

where Brooke Monroe's body
was found.

He could still be there.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Don't get me wrong.

I love this city.

I just got involved
with the wrong woman.

She lied to me, betrayed me.

I had to end it.

Yeah, I've had a few tears
of my own.

Best to just walk away.

Which I did.

I did...

Right into this wonderful
little establishment.

So, now what?

Well, it's not like
I have access to a time machine.

So I think I'll just
make the most of it here.

Besides, I'm not really one
for romantic relationships,

or even friendships,
for that matter.

Lone wolf?

Yes, exactly.

I just have this one last task,

and then my new life can begin.

Rather early to be
starting drinking, isn't it?

Just enjoying my freedom,
is all.

Freedom from what, may I ask?

Brooke, Project Utopia,

and until this very moment, you.

I'm sorry to interrupt.Rosie.

Another round
for our friend here.

Then let us toast each other,

like the friends we once were.

I'm afraid
that ship has sailed, John.

Very well.

Hey, stop right there!

Quick, grab him!

Where do you think you're going?

Nice try.

Well, I had to give it a go,
didn't I?

Of course.

Put him in the van.

Come to say goodbye, have you?

I'm sorry it's come down
to this, John.

I had a lot of chances
to kill you,

and I didn't.

Am I supposed to
thank you for that?

You could.

Goodbye, John.

So, is this it, is it?

No hug goodbye?

Is this really
how you're going to end it?

Well, it appears so.

It's my understanding
that the U.S. Government

will take good care of you.

And you'll just
run back to 1893,

and that will be that?

That's the plan.

I have a better idea.
Why don't you just kill me?

Get it over and done with.

No, I don't think so.

Go on, do it.

Do you really
want to go back to 1893,

and always know somewhere
in the back of your mind

that you left me
still out there?

Well, you won't be
out anywhere, John.

You'll be in a cold,
isolated little prison cell,

where you will spend
your remaining days.

And you know what?

I will sleep like a little lamb.

You're a coward.

Your words mean nothing, John.

I beat you.

And I didn't have to resort
to killing you.

So if there's a life lesson
for you to ponder,

for whatever life you have left,

let it be that good will always
triumph over evil.

And that is the last sentence

of the last chapter
of our little book.

Goodbye, my friend.

He's caught.
He's actually caught.

He is.

What happens to him now?

Agent Forbes has contacts
within the government

who can make John
disappear forever.

I thought you'd be happy
to hear this.

I am.

It's just that
after everything...

That it could really be over.

I just don't have
a sense of closure.

That takes time.

And what does this mean for you?

Well, it means that,

it's time for me to say goodbye

and return to 1893.

I have some work I have to do.

I'm sure you two
have a lot to talk about.

Excuse me.

We both knew this moment
was inevitable.

Yeah.

Sucks it has to be today.

Yes, it does.

Every moment we've had

has been clouded
by doom and gloom.

And murder and mayhem.

Yeah.

Not a single date.

Excuse me?

We've never
gone out on a date...

Just a night out
where we had a little fun,

just the two of us.

What about tonight?

I can leave in the morning.

And you and I can have
one last evening together.

It'll be our first... And last.

But best date.

I have to work.

Why don't you meet me
at the museum?

We're having a cocktail party
for the exhibit.

Then afterwards,
you and I can have some dinner,

just the two of us.

It will be my pleasure,
Miss Walker.

Then it's a date, Mr. Wells.

Where are you taking me?

To a secure facility.

You're gonna spend the rest
of your life locked away

where you can never
hurt anyone ever again.

On what charges?

That's the best part.

We don't need any.

The National Defense
Authorization Act

allows the Federal Government
to hold

suspected domestic terrorists
indefinitely,

no questions asked.

And why would you do that?

Don't you know
how valuable I am?

I know all about your DNA
and its potential.

But it's much too dangerous
for this world,

and I'm gonna see to it

that you never see
the light of day again.

Settle in, Mr. Stevenson.

It's gonna be a long night.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, your suit just
got back from the tailor

for your date with Jane
tonight. Vanessa, thank you.

I... I didn't mean for you
to go through any trouble.

It's your last night with her.
It should be special.

How can I ever repay you

for everything
that you've done for me?

You already have. How?

In my time here,

the trouble that I've caused
has cost you so much.

But you've given me
the one thing

that was missing from my life.

Family?

Yep.

Now, be honest.

There must be some part of you

that's ready
for an empty ballroom

and some peace and quiet.

John Stevenson
was the man I wanted gone,

and you took care of him
for good.

However, I do wish you could
stay a little longer.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

I know.

I can't believe
this is already over.

It's not over...

Not until you put that on

and have an amazing night
with the woman you love.

Right.

Thank you.

Is security in place?-

as are the caterers
and the bar staff

and everything else you asked me

about a billion times already.

Why are you so nervous?

It's my first event
since I've been back.

All of our platinum donors
will be here,

and Kathleen Lewis
funded the exhibit.

I want to make sure
she has fun tonight.

What's going on
with your hot Brit?

Is he coming tonight?

Yeah.

So, what's the problem?

He's going back home,
to England.

You can always visit.

It's complicated.

It always is.

Does he know
how you feel about him?

I think so. You better make sure

before he takes off
and you lose your chance.

Look, work.

The DOD has access

to supermax prisons
all over the world.

Detainee operations agents are
on their way to pick up John.

Hold on.

It's better
if you don't know where he is.

The helicopter
should be here any minute.

Words cannot express

how relieved I am to hear that.

Enjoy your evening
at the museum, Mr. Wells.

Thank you, Agent Forbes.

Get him ready.
Change his restraints.

What's taking so long?

Name, please? George Wells.

Thank you, Mr. Wells.

Anything metal in your pockets?

No. I...

Unofficially named
the "Invader,"

the A36A Apache dive bomber

was the first
U.S. Army Air Force...

All right.

Good.

Kathleen.

We have half an hour
until we unveil the exhibit.

I'm so excited
this has all come together.

Excuse me.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Thank you.

Well, Vanessa got this for me,

but I feel
I'm a tad bit overdressed.

No.

Everyone else
should've tried harder.

Well I must say, you look
spectacular, Miss Walker.

Thank you, Mr. Wells.

I'm glad you're here.

The planes
are absolutely amazing.

It's fascinating to see

how quickly
aeronautics progressed

from the 1890s to the 1940s.

I do wonder what
it would be like to fly.

Something tells me
that you're gonna find out.

But, let's pretend
I didn't say that.

Didn't realize
how difficult this would be.

I wish I could go with you.

I wish I could stay.

We both know
that's impossible, right?

Yes.

And it breaks my heart.

Well, no goodbyes.

We're not there yet.

I'm so sorry to interrupt.

I know this sounds silly,

but I was wondering
if I could get a few minutes

to walk through the exhibition
one last time

before we officially
throw open the doors.

Of course.

Please, let me take you.

No, of course.

We'll pick up where we left off.

I won't be long.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

What's with the tux?

Just, oldfashioned, I suppose.

It's a good look on you.

I'm actually here with someone.

So am I.

Or at least, I was.

We got into a fight.

We went outside
and never came back.

I'm sorry. That's terribly rude.

No, it's my fault.

I dragged him here.

My family financed
the aviation wing.

His dad was a garage mechanic.

A man out of his element.

I know something about that.

Sorry, would you excuse me
for a moment?

I know you.

You look different.

A little less, moustachey.

I'm Leon. I work with Jane. Yes.

You know
she's really into you, right?

I am very much into her as well.

So, what's the deal
with your friend?

Friend?

The other British guy
you showed up with...

Dark hair, brooding.

Is he single?

I mean,
you can't both be straight.

I'm afraid he had to leave town.

No. I just saw him a minute ago.

Where?

Yeah, he was looking for Jane.

I pointed him
to the World War I exhibit.

Where is that? It's that way.

Jane?

What's wrong?

Your friend Leon told me...

Excellent timing.

Aah!

No!

I'm sorry, H.G.,
for letting John escape.

It doesn't matter anymore,
does it?

Can you still take him away?

Now that
the police are involved,

John's gonna have to go
through the system.

They already suspect
that he's the Key Killer.

I'm sorry.

Why?

Why not kill me instead?

I believe I have.

She didn't deserve this.

No, she didn't.

I guess you should've killed me
when you had the chance.

You want me to stoop
to your level?

I never will.

Move it.

Hey.

I know there's nothing I can say

that will make you feel better,

but I'm here, okay?

Whatever you need.

John was right.

It's my fault.

Jane's blood's on my hands.

John is the one
who killed Jane, not you.

Don't blame yourself.

God, she didn't deserve this.

She had her entire life
before her.

I can't let John
take that away from her.

What are you gonna do? Fix this.

No, I thought you said
there was a reason

that we couldn't travel
back in time,

that it was
too dangerous. I don't care.

I'm not going to lose Jane.
I don't...

I've lost people too,

and I know the pain
that you're in.

But you can't break the rules

because the person you love
is gone.

John is in custody now.
Look, you don't understand.

It wasn't supposed to
happen like this.

I can fix it.

Everything that
you told Vanessa is true.

The software I developed

tracks the gravitational
energy fluctuations

caused by your time machine.

The more you travel,

the more you disrupt
the timeline.

All right.

I'll risk it.

Do you know how far back
you're gonna go?

Do you know
what you're gonna do?

Six hours.

That gives me plenty of time
to stop John.

You know that if you go back
to the same time repeatedly,

you'll tear the fabric of time.

I don't care. I'm going.H.G.

I can't let you do this.

Please, listen to us.

Then shoot me.

Step aside.

Damn it!

I thought you already left.

What are you doing here?
You're gonna be late.

Late? Yeah.

The donor event
starts in an hour.

The tux looks great on you.

I was supposed to come back
six hours.

Something went wrong.
I only have an hour.

What?

What are you talking about?

Nothing.

Um, I'm sorry.

I thought you'd be
at the museum by now.

Look, just listen to me.

John is going to escape.

He's locked up
in the back of the van.

I've got a man guarding him.

Trust me, he escapes.

Wait, what are you telling me?

There's only one way
you could know that.

Would you just... just stop him?

Todd, is everything okay
in there?

Todd?

Forbes?

Forbes?

I was invited
by Jane Walker. Woman: Excuse me, sir!

Sir, excuse me. I'm sorry.
I have to get through.

Additional security
in the lobby,

man in black tuxedo.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, sir.
Hold on right there.

You don't understand. I have to get
through. I understand, sir. I'm sorry.

I need to just verify your
name, first, on the list.

No, I needed to stay home.

Where are you going?

Hold on, sir. Out back.

I need a smoke.

Just another minute.

Kathleen.

We have half an hour
until we unveil the exhibit.

I'm so excited
this has all come together.

Why don't I bring you in
before we open the doors,

so you can take a little time
for yourself?

I would love that.

Great.

This is ridiculous. Just hold on.
We're working on it.

I can assure you.
My name is on the list.

I know him. He's fine.

Hi. You look different,
a little less moustachey.

Jane?

Jane Walker?

Hey, you're not
supposed to be in here.

Where's Jane?

Where is she? Whoa, slow down.

She was with a blond woman.
Where are they? Maybe Jane's walking her

through
the World War II exhibit,

down that way. Alert security.

She's in danger.

Someone here
is going to kill her.

What?

John, John, no, no, no.

Excellent timing.

You don't have to do this.

Well, actually, Jane,
I disagree.

No, you can have me, John.

Here I am. Let her go. No, no, no.

I think this is a fitting end
to our little story.

Aah!

No!

No, no, no, no, no, no. Jane.

God.

Okay, okay.

Hold it, hold it.

I told you
I would destroy you, Wells.

And now I've done it.

Now tell me...

how does it feel?

What are you doing?

Get off of him!

His suit...

Where are you going? Out back.

I need a smoke.

Of course.

What are you doing here?

I know what you're up to.

I registered
a massive distortion

in the energy signature.

It happens every time

the fourth dimension
is breached.

You went back to save Jane,
didn't you?

Yes, I failed.

I didn't go back
as far as I needed.

Something went wrong.
Because you can't do this.

You'll rip
an even bigger hole in time,

and who knows
where you'll even end up?

I will use the same tear
in the timeline

that I've already created.

No further damage will be done.

You already tried that.
It didn't work.

Yes, but now I know how to get
to Jane before John does.

I know how
he accesses the museum.

The man in the navy suit...
He's the key.

An hour's all I need.

Agent Forbes, we have had
this argument before.

You will not win it.

Thissays I will.

You shoot me now,

I will never be able
to return to 1893.

So tear or no tear,

the entire timeline
will be altered

in ways neither of us
can imagine.

Are you willing
to take that risk?

Please H.G., don't do this!

Hi, H.G.
I've been looking for you.

I... I'm in a terrible hurry,
Vanessa.

Is that blood on your hands?
What happened?

Sorry, not now.
I have to get to the museum.

George Wells.

Thank you, Mr. Wells.

I have no metal in my pockets.

Are you serious?

Do you know what I could do
with six grand?

You needed
something appropriate to wear.

No, I needed to stay home.

I'm so sorry to interrupt,
but I need to thank you.

Your family's created such a fine
collection of aviation exhibits.

Thank you.

Are you a fan
of mechanical engineering,

by any chance? I grew
up in a repair shop.

There is a fullyrestored
P47 engine

in the World War II exhibit.

2,800 horsepower
and 18 cylinders...

It's just incredible.

You know, I could give you
a private tour.

Yeah.

Yes, that would...
You should do that.

Now.

Excuse me.

How lovely of you to save me the
trouble of looking for you.

I know why you're here, John.

But this time around,

the fight stays
between you and me.

This time?

How did you know I'd come here?

You're more predictable
than you think, John.

Or perhaps you've gotten
a preview of things to come,

a glimpse into the future.

I see there's blood
on your tuxedo.

Tell me...

how long did it take

for Jane to bleed out last time?

George Wells...
I've already checked in.

Jane!

H.G., what's wrong?

We have to leave, now. What happened?

We have to leave right now.
I can't just leave.

Look, Jane, please.

John is here,
and he intends to kill you.

What?

Are you bleeding?

Look, this isn't my blood.
It's yours.

John murdered you. What are you
talking about?

He killed you,
and I've come back to save you.

You traveled back in time?

We have to hurry.

Run! Run! Run!

Come on.

He's dead.

We've got to get out of here.
Let's go!

Okay, keep me updated.

That was my contact at NYPD.

The coroner just
removed John's body.

The investigation's ongoing.

The museum has security cameras.

There could be footage
of what happened.

It's all been taken care of.

None of this can be traced back
to any of you.

Trust me.

It's truly over.

And now you can return to 1893.

Now?

Yes, she's right.

The sooner the better.

On my return home,
I shall destroy the machine.

It was an honor to meet you.

Thank you, Agent Forbes.

Jane, show Agent Forbes out.

She'll be fine.

I'm sorry for what
you had to do, Vanessa.

If you killed John,

it would change
everything that you are.

I couldn't let that happen.

Thank you.

You don't have to thank me.

We're family.

So what will you do now?

I don't know.

Sitting on the beach with
a cocktail and a good book

sounds nice.

Do you know any good authors?

Well, the one
I'm most familiar with

hasn't written much lately.

I have a feeling
that's going to change.

Thank you.

No. Thank you.

So, this is it.

My final voyage.

I thought about
getting you something, but...

all I could hear
was your voice in my head.

Bringing back a gift

could potentially change
the course of history.

It's a shame.

I wouldn't mind a keepsake.

Or a computer.

So, that's what I got for you.

I have nothing as amazing
for you.

You've given me so much more
than you know.

When I met you,

I had no idea
where my life was going.

I was scattered.

You were not scattered.

Okay.

Wrong word.

I was lost.

I didn't know what I wanted
my life to be like.

And now you do?

I may not know what I want,

but I know how to look for it

and find it.

And you've given me that.

I'm glad.

Sadly, all I know
is what I don't want.

And that's leaving you.

I don't know
why time and destiny

brought us together,

but I am so happy it did.

If it meant anything less

than the destruction
of the universe itself,

I would never leave you.

I love you too much.

I love you, too.

I always will.

It's been an absolute pleasure,
Miss Walker.

Jane?

We now turn to a report
on our military's use

of a groundbreaking
geneenhancement program

known as Project Utopia.

On the front lines

of what some are already
calling World War III,

the U.S. launched an attack
against Axis forces

with great success,

thanks to
the scientific breakthroughs

of Stevenson Industries.

Founded by Dr. John Stevenson,

the company has led
the war on terrorism

since first introducing

its revolutionary
geneenhancement therapy

years ago.

The Department of Defense

credits Stevenson Industries'
advanced work

as the core reason
for winning the war.

Dr. Stevenson recently opened

a brandnew facility in New York,

and was gracious enough
to give us a tour.

John.

No, no, but you were dead.

You forget
how special I am, H.G.

I'm a medical miracle.

How did you know
I would be here?

Well, I wasn't sure you'd come.

But I kept this place
under watch just in case.

Where's Vanessa?

Vanessa?

Vanessa.

Name doesn't ring a bell.

Vanessa...

Yes.

Vanessa Anders...
The woman who shot me.

She's dead.

No.

And Jane?

Now, there's a name I remember.

Please, John.

She's not dead.

There are some things
worse than death, H.G.

Wouldn't you agree?