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Mr. Piccolo.

Yes, sir?

Sir?

You going somewhere?

The brig, sir. We had a reactor shutdown--

and we're prepping for a restart.

Yes, I know.

What day is this?

Thursday, sir. October 28, 2032.

Did I do something wrong, sir?

You were born, Mr. Piccolo.

Sir?

Happy birthday.

Elvis.

Did I get the right guy?

Absolutely, sir.

They used to call him the king.

Captain to the bridge.

Nobody ever remembers my birthday.

Thank you, sir.

Carry on, Mr. Piccolo.

Yes, sir.

[Henderson] That should do it--

assuming the lowest-cost bidder knew

how to make a module for this old reactor.

At least that wasn't made by Dion industries.

Hold the chatter.

We're ready, sir.

Proceed.

Commence restart.

Powering up.

Magnetic containment is stable.

We're go for ignition.

Firing...

Now.

Wait a second.

We have fusion. Power is increasing.

Wait. I'm seeing something weird inside the bottle.

I don't see anything.

You are the science officer.

Do you have an order?

Yes, sir. Scram it!

Cut all fuel!

Scram it, Lonnie. Cut all fuel.

I'm trying. It's self-sustaining

it's a discontinuity.

It's a black hole inside the reactor.

Get out of there now!

Come on. Move it. Move it now!

Go! Go!

Get out of here!

Move, move!

What the hell is that?

It's a space-time discontinuity,

only we're inside it, captain.

Not for long. Emergency speed ahead.

We don't know what's on the other side.

We're about to find out.

Brace yourselves.

Sensors report we're back in normal waters.

Surface a w.S.K.R. Get us back in communications.

Aye, sir.

What about lieutenant Henderson

and her crew?

They got clear

and the reactor stabilized.

Captain, I'm picking up... Something.

¶ Do you want to dance and to hold my hand? ¶

¶ hold me, baby, I'm your man ¶

¶ oh baby, do you want to dance? ¶¶

well, at least we're not on Mars.

Well, it's not even a radio signal.

It's acoustic...

And it's coming from that.

¶ Baby ¶

¶ well do you want... ¶

I'll put a boarding party together.

Better wait.

I want a star shot off the w.S.K.R.

Tell us where the hell we are.

Already running, sir.

Computer calculates we're on bearing 1-2-0 degrees

at 55 kilometers off the coast of Miami.

October 28, 1962.

The day the Cuban missile crisis ended.

It's the biggest thing that ever happened on my birthday.

Missile crisis, sir?

The fall of 1962,

the Soviet union deployed nuclear missiles on Cuba,

just 90 miles off the United States.

The U.S. responded

by going to full alert, imposing a naval blockade

all around Cuba.

The world's at the brink of nuclear war.

How was it resolved?

October 28, '62.

Both leaders--president Kennedy, nikita khrushchev,

they negotiated a way out of the crisis.

Instigated a process of peacemaking

that lasted till the end of the cold war

30 years later.

Not in this time line, captain.

This isn't static we're hearing.

It's fallout radiation from a massive nuclear attack.

They've destroyed the planet.

Oh, my god.

¶ Do you want to dance? ¶

¶ do you do you do you ¶

¶ do you want to dance? ¶¶

over there.

They're dead.

Radiation sickness.

Even the St. Christopher medal's hot.

Look out!

My family!

My fa--my family.

We've got one, captain.

We found a survivor.

Want to get an EKG on him, stat.

Start a plasma transfusion through the bag

and remember, people, he's hot.

Did you I.D. Them?

Adam and Christine vancamp and their mother Ellen.

The survivor's the father--

commander Michael vancamp, U.S. Navy intelligence.

He was attached to headquarters, second fleet.

Well, he's probably got some answers then.

Don't.

Even the bag's a radiation hazard.

Sorry.

Dr. Perry.

Could you help him?

With this much radiation damage,

all I can do is prolong his agony.

I've advanced the w.S.K.R.S. Toward the mainland.

It's a nuclear wasteland.

What's that glow on the horizon?

Fires. The mainland is burning.

Cities, forests,

everything. There's going to be a nuclear winter,

and anyone who survives will freeze.

Anything on the airwaves?

No, not a thing.

Nobody's broadcasting.

I doubt they ever will.

I don't get it.

This never happened.

Soviet ships never crossed the blockade line.

Both sides met in negotiations.

Out of that came the nuclear test ban treaty.

Both sides never got close to nuclear war again.

So, what went wrong?

Well, maybe this is some sort of alternate reality.

No. Every time I run the numbers,

they say the same thing.

The singularity was unidimensional.

We're still in our own time line,

just 70 years earlier.

You mean,

if we get back, that war will be there,

it'll be part of history?

No. It means the fact that we're physically here

means that it never took place.

What do you mean?

Well, think about it.

Maybe the fact the world wasn't destroyed is because

we went back in time and prevented the war.

O.k. So, that means we were successful then.

Right?

Maybe it does, maybe not.

Maybe some other space-time version

of us was successful.

Are you saying that we could go

further back and maybe stop this war?

One of our lasers was out of phase long enough

to create a resonance

in the plasma core during ignition.

Meaning?

We generated our own micro black hole.

As long as containment holds,

it won't grow out of control.

But if if fluxes,

it could create another singularity

in which radiation could cut another portal.

Our movement through time should be proportional

to that portal's distance to the previous one.

And if containment doesn't hold?

We'll blow sky-high.

So, tell me.

Can you control this process well enough

for me to stake all our lives on it?

You think we have a choice?

There's always a choice, Hudson.

The trick is gathering enough information

to support that choice. Lieutenant.

Wh--where am I?

Aboard a submarine near Miami.

And my...

My family. Where is my family?

They aren't in any pain.

Doctor.

Commander, I apologize, but I have to ask.

How did this war get started?

Oh, god. I don't even know.

Things got out of control somehow

beyond the blockade.

Beyond the blockade?

Where?

Base command started yelling that a...

That a U.S. sub must be out of position

because it--it was firing on a--

on a Soviet ship

that hadn't crossed the line yet,

but we--we couldn't tell where.

And then the bombs started falling.

My family--

I tried to get my family out.

And...

The radiation just came ahead of us.

Um, excuse me.

Doctor Perry, where do you want this?

Not now, seaman.

What was that?

What was that?

This--this is--this-- this isn't a U.S. sub.

This isn't like anything I've ever seen before.

We are a United States submarine.

We're on loan to something like the United Nations,

but we're from 70 years in the future.

You can travel in time?

Then go back and stop this war.

You've got to rest.

No!

You go back!

You stop this war!

You do anything you can!

Blow up one of our subs if you have to!

You stop this war in time!

[Coughs]

Can't you do something for him?

I can't even hold his hand while he dies.

He's that radioactive,

just like everyone else on the planet.

[Beep]

Lieutenant Henderson.

Sir?

Energize reactor three.

We're going to give this a try.

Yes, sir.

Mr. O'Neill.

Sir, all systems go for restart.

W.s.k.r.s. Standing by.

Reactors on secure.

Commander, you have the conn.

Take us to condition one.

Aye, sir.

Condition one, condition one.

All hands, man your battle stations.

At 1/3, steady on course 0-0 degrees.

Restart three.

Henderson, restart three.

Firing!

O.k., we have flux.

Take cover!

It's coming.

All ahead full.

Energy-pulse weapons on stand by.

Commander, we have to hit it

just 2 degrees left of the portal.

Hard to port.

Steady on course 2-9-8.

We're in position, sir.

Fire on my Mark.

Now.

It's working.

It's working.

Emergency speed ahead. Go!

Surface a w.S.K.R.S.

On it's way.

Oh, man.

We're getting something. Lot of something.

I've got a date.

It's October 26, 1962.

We're two days back in time.

Yes.

[Beeping]

What the hell is that?

Sounds like an antiquated alert signal

from an old military frequency.

Decode it.

No need to.

They keep repeating it in the clear.

On speaker.

To all commands from looking glass.

I repeat--this is a national command authority alert

from c in c sac. Set defcon two.

Set defcon two.

Authenticator delta-bravo-zulu-zulu.

Oh, my god.

Defcon two?

Second-stage alert.

All across america, missiles in silos are being fueled.

Bombers are taking off to hold in striking position

off the Soviet union.

It's the hair trigger for defcon one...

Full nuclear war.

According to our sensors,

it's all unfolding just the way history recorded it.

On Cuba, the missiles are coming on-line,

and there are at least 12 Soviet ships approaching the blockade.

And we think one of the U.S. subs

is about to open fire.

We don't know where.

The line is over 1,000 miles long.

Why don't we surface and order an end to the war?

If we try and change history,

like the hand of Providence reaching down,

it could lead anywhere,

might even panic somebody into starting this war.

If we get the U.S. subs' patrol assignments,

the communication codes,

we may be able to do something covertly.

So, Mr. Ford, I'll take seaquest out beyond the blockade.

You'll infiltrate a party ashore,

get the data we need.

Lucas will work your sensors.

Henderson will pilot for you.

Very good, sir, but if you don't mind,

I'd also like to take along piccolo.

We'll be needing transportation

and clothing that fit in.

What's piccolo got to do with that?

Mr. Piccolo?

Uh, well, sir, while we were searching the boat,

I kind of liberated the family's keys

and decontaminated them.

Old habits die hard, sir.

I thought they were appropriate in this case.

Mr. Piccolo, sometimes you frighten me,

but sometimes it's good to be frightened.

You launch in 10 minutes.

Good luck, everybody.

You know, I could persuade him to keep you here.

No. I'd rather be with you.

Come on!

Move out!

This is Todd Harris with the wyrt news.

Tensions increased today in the Cuban missile crisis

with reports that U.S. nuclear bombers

were dispersing to civilian air fields,

while in Moscow, the tass news agency published a statement

accusing the United States of acts of provocation

that might lead to nuclear war.

Meanwhile, the military...

This is it. Weird, isn't it,

a key from the future

opening a door from the past?

Has ordered an invasion force to be assembled.

Anyone know how we ought to look?

Uh, 1962.

1962, I think you're supposed to go topless.

Oh, o.K., maybe I got the wrong decade.

What are you doing?

Saw it in an old Marlon Brando film.

Maybe you ought to go for a more preppie look.

What do you mean, shave my head? What?

How did I end up getting the short end of the stick?

Look out! Somebody's coming.

Lucas?

Yeah.

Ohh! What the--hey.

Wait, wait, wait.

You're Christine.

You're Christine vancamp.

Yeah. Now that we know that, who are you?

Lucas wolenczak.

Oh, no kidding.

I'll be sure and tell the police.

Wait!

Get your hand--

ow!

Don't make me use this.

Calm down. Let me explain.

Explain what?

What will you tell her,

we're here from the future

to save all of mankind?

You're right.

You'll just have to take it easy, o.K.?

If you relax, we'll just kidnap you for a little while.

What?

Ow! Ow.

Good thinking, Lucas.

Only a genius could have thought of that.

Will you let me explain?

We wouldn't make you come with us

except you've seen us.

But if you promise to act naturally,

we won't tie you up.

Then in a couple hours, we'll set you free.

What do you say?

¶ I'm going to tell you a story ¶

¶ I'm gonna tell you about my town ¶

¶ I'm gonna tell you a big fat story, baby ¶

¶ I'll talk about my town ¶

¶ yeah, down by the river ¶¶

I can't believe this thing

doesn't even respond to voice commands.

Yeah, well, try reading a paper map for a change.

You want to guess where we are?

Oh, man. Classic convertible, great music--

I was born in the wrong era.

And the wrong country.

Wrong country?

Yeah.

Of course.

Look, you might as well confess.

You're not from geeksville, usa.

You are Russian spies, right?

You think we're Russian?

Of course you're Russian.

You picked out my dad's scuzziest outfit,

and your pal here barely even knows how to drive.

You're trying to pretend you're Jack kerouac

and going back on the road or something.

I bet that you don't even know

who won the world series this year, do you?

Uh, Paris lasers.

See?

I mean, you're not even a very good spy.

It is kind of a shame

that you didn't grow up in the U.S.

'Cause with a little bit of help,

you could be kind of handsome.

Really?

Yeah, actually.

¶ Because I love that dirty water ¶

¶ ooh ooh ¶

¶ bouncin' around ¶¶

Lucas?

Wolenczak?

Yes, sir.

We're near the naval base.

Bring the sensor pack.

O.k.

Oh, my god.

You guys really are spies, aren't you?

Believe me. It's not what it looks like.

Yeah. Right.

Come on.

We can set up camp over here.

It will give us a line of sight

right to their antennas.

Wait. We might have trouble.

I think we're being followed.

It's me. It's 1962.

What are you talking about, commander?

You fit in.

Hell I do. I'm black.

We've gone back before the civil rights laws.

I don't understand.

In Florida in 1962,

a black man couldn't even drink

from the same fountain as whites.

He sure as hell couldn't ride around

in a car like that with a white woman,

and you knew it.

What was I supposed to do?

He kidnapped me.

Hey, what are you guys doing here?

You freedom rioters?

I'm commander Jonathan Devin Ford, United States Navy.

I don't care what some intellectual

who can't park his bike straight calls you, boy.

You're just one thing to me.

Hey, wait.

Wait. What the hell are you guys doing?

I didn't want them hurt.

I wanted to get away from them.

Then step aside.

Now!

Here!

There's more coming!

Fall back to the car. Move it!

Come on!

They're catching up.

Why did you do that to them?

They'll be fine. Just keep running.

Halt!

United States marines. Throw down your weapons.

Christine, run for it.

I don't want anybody hurt. Put down your weapons.

Sergeant, arrest these people!

They're Soviet agents.

Sir. Yes, sir.

No. No wait. Well, i'm--

wait. You're making a big mistake.

There's going to be another war.

We can stop it. Listen to me!

Come on. Let's move it.

Christine, are you o.K.?

Did they do anything to you?

Come on, dad.

Don't get yourself all worried.

I'm fine.

The groceries were strewn all over the boat.

The sheriff was getting phone calls

saying you were driving through town with a negro.

Hey, they're people, just like we are,

and nobody hurt me.

You know your problem, Christine?

You think everybody's got a good heart, just like you.

Commander?

Yeah.

The search team just found the men on the beach.

They're just beginning to regain consciousness.

Now, they say that this group

stunned them with some sort of cattle prod.

You should have a look, sir.

What do you have?

Well...

Looks like, uh...

Some kind of detonator...

And weapons, though I'm not quite sure what they fire,

and radio detection gear.

Get lieutenant commander trask in here.

I want to start this interrogation.

I want to start it now.

Captain?

Yes?

We're approaching the blockade line.

What do you got, fredricks?

The U.S. subs are lying on the bottom,

listening on passive sonar.

Not even our w.S.K.R.S.

Are going to be able to detect all of them.

How soon before the first Soviet freighter

approaches the blockade line?

Three hours.

They're spread out too far to protect.

How stupid do you think I am?

I'm not buying a single thing you say?

Will you let us explain?

There is a U.S. sub out there

about to start world war III

because it thinks the Russians

have crossed the line.

No.

No.

You're Soviet agents.

You were on an infiltration mission.

Now you're trying to spread disinformation.

You want the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth?

I'm commander Jonathan Devin Ford, United States Navy,

and this is my shore party.

If we seem strange

and claim to know the future,

it's because we are from the future, the year 2032.

No wonder they had a woman on their combat team.

They're out of their minds.

No. We can prove it.

Just take a p.A.L. Apart,

or fire a pulse gun out to sea.

And have it blow up in our faces?

Is that your idea of revenge?

Please, you've got to believe us.

Any second now, there's going to be a nuclear war.

We know because we found your boat two days in the future.

You were there, dying of radiation exposure,

and the rest of your family was already dead.

Your son Adam's radiation reading was so hot,

we couldn't even touch his St. Christopher's medal.

If you think trying to scare me

by going through my family's going to work,

you're very wrong.

Get them out of here.

Ship them up to the Pentagon.

That's why Christine was on the boat today,

because you told your family to run

if a nuclear war breaks out,

but they won't run.

They'll wait for you.

The radiation will hit them

before you get there.

You'll all die together.

Give it up! It's not going to work.

My son doesn't even have a St. Christopher's medal.

Wait! How do you think we got the keys?

Wait!

So, is that what they told you?

Pretty much, when they said anything at all.

Hey, hey, hey.

Now, sweetheart,

you don't let them scare you now.

They're just lying, o.K.?

How can you be so sure?

Let me tell you something.

When they shot those guys at that beach,

I had never seen anything like that

in my whole entire life.

Christine, you've read a lot of books,

and I know you have some strange ideas--

Ginsberg, burroughs, and baez, o.K.?

These people are not a problem.

Commander?

Your wife's on the line.

She just heard the news.

O.k.

All right?

O.k.

Yeah, Ellen?

I just heard. Is Christine o.K.?

Yeah. She's fine. She's right here.

She's pretty excited.

You want to talk to her?

Hi, mom.

Oh, baby.

When they first told me, I was so scared.

Were they really communists?

Yeah. It sort of looks that way, Ellen,

but everything's under control now.

How's Adam taking it?

Oh, you know, first all this stuff about Cuba,

and now this.

Look, I know it's silly, but while I was out,

I bought him a St. Christopher's medal.

I thought it might calm him down.

What?

I bought him a St. Christopher's medal.

Did anybody see you do it? When did you do it?

Just about 10 minutes ago. Why?

All right, this is important. Do exactly as I say.

If anything happens-- if anything happens, Ellen,

you take Adam, and you head straight out to sea.

You hear me?

And, Ellen, no matter what,

do not wait for me, not even for Christine.

You got that?

Mike, you're scaring me.

What is happening?

Please just do as I say.

I will call you as soon as I can.

O.k.

Dad, what's wrong?

Christine, these are your keys, right?

No.

No. I have my keys right here.

All right, Christine...

You stay here.

Dad?

Oh, my god.

Any word from Ford?

I'm trying, but they must be out of range.

A freighter is picking up speed.

How soon before it reaches the blockade?

Less than an hour.

How fast can we run in these waters

without being detected by their sensors?

60, 65 knots.

Should I arm a specter?

Absolutely not. They get one look at that,

and we will start world war III.

Ahead 1/3!

Mr. O'Neill, energize lasers, low power.

Aye, sir.

Destination, sir?

That Russian freighter right there.

Target their propeller shaft.

Want to see if we can seize their engines.

A little luck, turn around and limp home.

Aye, sir.

Target locked.

Low power on your command, sir.

Fire.

They blew the engine.

Whoo!

Yeah!

Keep it down!

I want somebody in that seat now!

Fredricks, report.

Something bearing astern.

Sounds like a hull rising from the bottom.

Damn it. Give me a visual.

On screen.

Sir, that's a skipjack class nuclear attack sub.

They are over the line, sir.

Why did they wait?

Thermoclines at 200 meters were masking their sensors.

They couldn't hear that freighter

until we banged up the props.

The sound's drawing them in.

Did we just start world war III?

I want commander Ford on-line.

Mr. O'Neill, sound general quarters.

Aye, sir.

General quarters, general quarters.

All hands, man your battle stations.

What the hell was that?

That was the biggest explosion

I've ever seen in my life.

You tried one of their weapons?

Yeah, I did.

Trask, this is a much more dangerous situation than I thought.

Stand them up.

You had me scared there for a minute.

Thought you were going pointy-headed on me.

I am.

Christine, uncuff them.

Tell me what you need.

The U.S. submarine is accelerating to 30 knots.

Torpedo doors are opening.

Stand by counter measures. Steady on course 2-2-0.

Launch warning. Torpedoes in the water--

type Mark 14, high-explosive.

He's firing on the freighter.

Fire intercepts.

Intercepts away.

Interception.

I've got active sonar.

U.S. sub trying to lock us up, sir.

Torpedo tubes are opening, second bank.

Sensors read radiation is consistent

with torpedoes type Mark 45--nuclear.

What?

He's never heard anything like our intercepts.

He's so frightened,

he's going to start this world war all on his own.

All right, nobody move!

This is a matter of national security.

I'll explain my actions later,

but this is my call.

Seaquest, this is Alpha team.

Do you read? Over.

Mr. Piccolo, where are you?

Base communications center.

Listen up. We're under attack by a U.S. submarine

at 27 degrees north, 70 degrees west.

We need to know the identity and authentication codes

of that sub now.

That would be the striker.

That puts it 30 miles outside its patrol quarter.

Authentication code zulu delta X-ray 1-2-9.

Energize hydrophone.

Launch warning. Torpedo in the water--

Mark 45 nuclear,

bearing 1-0-0 and closing.

Hard to starboard!

Fire intercepts!

We're going down! Dive! Dive!

We have a dive! Intercepts away!

Scratch one, sir. Got it before it could arm.

He's coming about for another attack.

Mr. O'Neill, the hydrophone.

Aye, sir.

USS striker, USS striker,

this is a message from national command authority--

zulu delta X-ray 1-2-9er.

Cease fire. You are out of position.

I repeat. You are out of position.

I've got an object detaching from its sail,

floating upwards.

Unknown submarine, state your identity.

I do not recognize your sonar signature

or your capabilities.

[Vancamp] The object's got to be a war-warning buoy.

At defcon two, that's all they need to drop the bombs.

Mr. O'Neill, target that buoy.

USS striker, you are not authorized

to know my identity or my capabilities.

Authenticate my order or you will be destroyed.

Unknown submarine, your order is authenticated and accepted,

but I've released a war-warning buoy.

Can you disable it? Over.

Buoy's at 50 meters and rising.

Mr. O'Neill, fire.

The Russian ship is in the way.

Darwin can do it.

What?

Darwin dagwood's friend.

Darwin help.

Go for it.

There's a large float heading towards the surface.

Can you stop it before it makes a noise?

No problem. Darwin fast.

Buoy at 20 meters and rising.

It's starting to transmit.

Transmission aborted.

He did it. It's off the air.

Yeah! Yeah!

Unidentified submarine, sonar indicates my buoy is destroyed.

I don't know how you did it, but thank you.

We try to be useful.

Striker, what are your intentions?

My inertial guidance system is malfunctioning.

I'm returning to the base for repairs.

Thank you and good day.

Sir, contact is going about consistent

with a return to the mainland.

The Russian ship has broken off

and is making 3 knots toward the open sea.

Does that mean we won?

Yes, dagwood. We won.

Come on. This thing's got to go faster.

Let's go!

I'm getting strange resonances in reactor three.

I think the singularity is becoming unstable.

Mr. O'Neill, warn commander Ford.

Aye, sir.

[P.a.l. Chirps]

Commander Ford, reactor three is becoming unstable.

Hang on. We're almost there.

We're leaving you in a whole lot of trouble.

It's trouble we can live with.

There is one thing

that I still want to do.

Oh, man, Lucas, am I sorry,

but we have got to go.

Go.

Here.

Come see me, o.K.?

Will you come visit me in the future?

Yes, I will.

Come on.

Come on!

Bye.

Move it, ensign.

All right, people! Let's go! Move it!

Henderson, energize number three.

Powering up.

This is it, guys.

Cathodes are down to 12%.

O.k., we've got containment.

Ignition!

Here it comes.

All right, let's go for it.

Starboard 8 degrees,

on my Mark.

Fire.

I've got a time signal.

Happy birthday, Tony. It's ueo greenwich time.

We're home.

You should be happy. You did a fine job.

Thank you, sir,

but I'm not quite sure that it's finished yet.

I'd like to request some permission to leave, captain.

Can I help you, sir?

Tell me where I can find miss vancamp.

Right over there.

Thank you.

Yes? Do I know you?

My name is Lucas...

Lucas wolenczak.

Do you remember?

Christine.

I always knew you would come.

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