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The American Civil War.

Come on!

Fermo, Cesare. Fermo.

All right, men,
lets get out of here! You too!

Major, over here!

Help, Major.!

We need a doctor.

Hes beyond any hope this world
can give him now. Hess dead.

He cant be dead.

- He cant!
- Amplify his signal.

Im sorry, General,
but there is no signal.

That could only happen if he-

I wont accept it. Maybe theress been
a malfunction in the equipment.

Come on, Ray.
Lets check it out. Quickly.

Well?

Everythings working, General.

Dougs signal
is still coming in strong.

Theres nothing else it can be?

No.

Well, weve lost the trail.

The tracks disappear
into the stream.

This is as far as I go, Major.

If youre going the rest of the way,
yourre gonna have to do it alone.

- Im going back for my friend.
- Wait a minute!

You wouldnt stand a chance getting
through those Confederates alone.

You help me,
and Ill go back there with you...

- and well see that your friend
gets a decent burial.

Well, you with me?

All right.

But if Im gonna risk my life for you,
Idd like to know whatsss going on around here.

The man in black stole a wagon containing
150 kegs of gunpowder from us...

and those Rebs back there
wanna get their hands on it.

So we gotta get it back
or destroy it.

Weve gotta find out
where those tracks come out.

Ill try upstream.
You go downstream.

Here. You better put these on.
They might save your life.

Wait a minute, Major.
Im no soldier.

You think those clothes
make you a civilian?

You get caught on a battlefield,
youre a soldier. Look at those boys.

Do you think
theyre soldiers by choice?

Huh?

Here.

Get those on.
Well meet back here in 15 minutes.

Major, whats the name
of this place?

Gettysburg.

The Time Tunnel.

The odds were against
both of them surviving.

Weve known that
for a long time.

Well close down Tonyss channel.

By concentrating full power on Doug,
we may be able to save him.

- I wont let you do it.
- If you can think of anything we can do, Ann. Anything.

General, will you let me
try a power surge?

Perhaps the shock-

Well, it could work.

All right. Make the try.

Ill monitor.

Im afraid we cantt wait any longer.

General.!

It worked! Hes alive!

Hes comin around, Sergeant.

Corporal, you find Private Acton.

Tell him to get a horse, report
to Captain Vickers at the supply train.

He is to tell him that
we found the courier alive.

Yes, sir.

- Corporal!
- Yes, sir?

Id be obliged if youdd wait
until Iddd finished the instructions.

Yes, sir.

He is to tell him that
he doesnt have the money on him.

- Well, move!
- Yes, sir.

And be careful with them Yankee snipers!
Theyre usin real bullets!

Kids.

They oughta be home
shootin possum.

Here. Thisll make you feel better.

Youll be all right. Important thing is
you got through, Lieutenant.

- Lieutenant?
- Well, youre Lieutenant Andrews, aintt ya?

You were sent here to lead us
to a man named Michaels.

What do you remember?

Nothing.

No, wait.

There was an explosion.
I remember that.

I was running,
and there was an explosion.

Do you know me?
Have you seen me before?

No, sir.
Youre part of Longstreetss corps.

We got a message
to meet you here.

I may not be
this lieutenant at all.

Its not very likely.
There aintt no civilians around here...

two days of battle.

Well, here.

Brought this uniform for ya.

May not fit ya, but itll save you
from being shot as a spy.

Sergeant Maddox!

Sergeant Maddox!

Get down!

Michaelss dog.

Hes howlin for all the men
who are gonna die here.

Ive had enough of your crazy superstitions!
You understand me?

Yes, sir.

That Yankee major
who left the lieutenant for dead-

Hes lookin for Michaels too.

Well track him.

Like as not,
hell lead us right to him.

- Cover me, Corporal. Ill get the lieutenant.
- Yes, sir.

Lieutenant.
Lets ready to move out.

- Find anything?
- Not a sign of anything.

Michaels and that dog mustve
crossed over to the other side.

If were lucky...

well be able to find
their trail before nightfall.

Come on.

- Major. Here are their tracks, all right.
- Good.

The Rebs oughta be
showing up any minute now.

Theyre lookin
for a courier with $2,000...

to negotiate with Michaels.

Fortunately for us...

that courier isnt gonna make it.

We got word that he was killed.

I want you to follow this trail
while its still light.

Ill give the Rebs 10 minutes.

If they dont show by then,
welll know they lost the scent.

Do you believe in... omens,
Lieutenant?

Theres some strange things
goin on here.

What do you mean?

Well, I cant explain it,
but I feel it.

Ive been in some battles before,
but... never like this.

What battles you been in,
Lieutenant?

I dont remember, Corporal.

Well, maybe youre
the lucky one after all.

Some things,
its better not to remember.

Them tracks are all over the place.

No tellin where they crossed.

The corporal and Ill take this bank.

Will you be good enough
to take the other side, Lieutenant?

Sure.

Sergeant, let me take
the other side.

I think I can hunt em out.

All right, Corporal.
Youre on your own.

And dont be no hero.

If you see anything, give us a yell.
You understand?

Yes, sir.

- Is he alone?
- As far as I know.

He stepped out a minute ago and looked
around and then went right back in.

- Im just wonderin..
- About what?

Why that dog
isnt settin up a racket.

Yeah, I know. Weird, isnt it?

- Well, at least hes chained.
- All right.

Cover me.

Im gonna try and take him alive.

All right, Michaels,
on your feet!

Theres no need
to break the door in, Major.

My house is yours.
Avanti, signor.

Oh. Scusi.

It is against his nature to sit by when
he considers his masters life threatened.

Zitto, Cesare. Basta. Basta.
Basta. Basta.

He fears the wrath will fall on him
if he disobeyed me.

Avanti, signor. Avanti.
Come in.

I suppose youve come
about the gunpowder.

You will surrender it, sir,
or Ill kill you where you stand.

But you have no need
for the gunpowder, Major.

You already have
sufficient supplies.

- Wine, gentlemen.
- You are under arrest.

War is only interesting when
the sides are evenly matched.

Dont you agree?

I was just setting down a principle
in my book The Art of War.

RReduced to essentials...

war is nothing more than a conflict
of one man against another.

Surely you wouldnt want
to take unfair advantage of an adversary?

For example...

you have an unfair advantage
of me now, Major.

Two against one.
Not a very gallant affair, is it?

But should the odds be changed-

Suddenly, the conflict
becomes more exciting.

The major has seen my point.
Perhaps you will too.

Mille grazie.

Instruments of death come
in such intriguing forms.

This weapon of yours
is very effective...

but do not underestimate
the rapier.

Just who are you?

Let us say
I am the superior here.

The major needs help.

All right.

But quid pro quo-
something for something.

Your major can provide me information
concerning this most interesting war.

How can you bargain
while a man is bleeding to death?

Only a stupid man does not
press the advantage when he has it.

Still, sometimes the advantage
is increased by delay.

Theres a cot in the storeroom.

Do what you can for him.

Ill try to stop the bleeding.

No. No, theres-

Theres no time for that.

Listen to me.

- Hes a madman. You know that, dontt you?
- Yes.

He must be stopped.

He must be stopped.

He will be stopped, Major.
I promise you that.

I-

I hate to die...

and not know...

whether the Union...
will ever-

The Union will survive, Major.

The Confederates
will be stopped here.

Theyll begin their retreat
to the South.

The final peace will come
at a small town called Appomattox.

Two equal weapons. Interesting.

Who are you?
Where did you come from?

Let us say I come
from another place, another time.

That box in there-

Impossible. Machiavelli
died four centuries ago.

Then you know me.

My works did outlive my era.

My rule in Florence.
History remembers me, huh?

Not as a ruler.

As a man of evil, of cunning.

As the most hated philosopher
of planned carnage in the history of mankind.

You call it carnage, but I call it
the highest achievement of man.

Bella.!

Bravissimo, signore.

You really have gone too far now.

Much too far.

That was the last bottle
of my fine Italian wine.

My Orvieto!

Finito.

Im not acquainted with your weapons,
but I learn quickly.

- How did you get here?
- I wish I knew.

I had just returned to Florence
from the camp of Prince Borgia...

and was preparing to unpack
when I was seized with all my goods...

and whirled through a maelstrom
which left me here.

The Time Tunnel.

As luck would have it, I have fallen
into the most wonderful war.

An opportunity to see
the refinements of my theories.

Oh, if only the Romans
had had your equipment.

Thats incredible.

How could Machiavelli
have been switched through time?

We have the only operative
transfer mechanism.

Then his being there must have
something to do with the Time Tunnel.

See if you can get
a signal for him.

Theres our answer, General.

A one-in-a-million coincidence...

but his signal
is identical to Dougs.

Machiavelli somehow switched
through time on Dougs frequency?

General?

- Here are those pictures you ordered.
- Oh, good.

Now. First...

well sort out
all the pictures of cabins.

Sir, how long do battlefield cases
of amnesia persist?

Oh, Ive seen some boys
come out of it in hours...

and Ive seen others who
never regained their identity.

But weve got something much more important
than that to worry about at the moment.

- Machiavelli?
- Yes.

We sent him there.
Its our duty to get him out.

You think we can send him
back to his own time?

I dont know, General.
If his signal is interlocked with Dougss-

Well have to find some way
to separate their signals.

Ann, I want the date that Machiavelli returned
to Florence from the camp of Prince Borgia.

Ill get on it right away.
Those are checked. Here.

Thats Michaelsss dog, all right.

Hes got visitors.

Were gonna have to flush them out
before we can talk to him.

I think youll need this.

- You expect me to fight them?
- Unless you prefer to let them kill you.

Better cover the door as well.

Dont move!

Tony.

- What happened to you?
- Take his gun.

Well, whats the matter with you?
Dontt you recognize me?

You stay put...

or Ill kill you just like
you killed my corporal.

The other ones in there.
Hess dead, Immm afraid.

- Are you Michaels?
- Yes.

You have 150 kegs of gunpowder.
We want it.

- And you shall have it.
- Theres no money in this. No bargains.

The moneys not important.
Your side is the weaker side here.

Unless you have the firepower,
the battle will be most uninteresting.

The gunpowder is in a cave
above Wilsons Creek.

The foot of the suspension bridge.
I know the place.

But you-
I dont understand you.

- What do you get out of this?
- I?

I am merely an observer.
Nothing more.

A historian
in search of knowledge.

I want to know the disposition
of your forces.

You make this war sound like
some kind of mental exercise.

Precisely,
and of the highest order.

Nothing would make him happier
than to increase the slaughter on both sides.

And youd like nothing more than
to keep us from getting to that gunpowder.

It doesnt make any difference
whether the South gets it or not...

not in the long run.

You dont remember me, do you?

Im Douglas Phillips, and yourre
Tony ewman. We came here together.

Is that true, Lieutenant?
You know this man?

Ive never seen him before.

Ive never been a member
of the Union army.

Neither of us were.
You were injured in an explosion.

I thought you were killed.

He did have civilian clothes
on him when we first saw him...

like you did.

Dont you remember anything?
The Tunnel? General Kirk or Ann?

Well, youre not even
from this time.

Youre trying to save your own skin
with some cock-and-bull story.

All right. If youre not
Tony Newman, who are you?

My name is Andrews.

Im a courier, mister,
for General Longstreet.

Why, that courier was killed.
The major told me so before he died.

Now, wait a minute.

Did he say how much money
the courier was carrying?

- Yes. $2,000.
- Thats right.

You are a member of the troop
that ambushed me.

You took the $2,000!
You killed my corporal!

And, mister...

Im gonna kill you.

Theres really no sport
in killing an unarmed ad-

Cesare!

The mastiff will tear Doug apart!

Have you made the adjustment
for the time reversal?

My time setting is
January 3, 151...

the date we lifted Machiavelli
out of Florence.

I tried to separate
his signal from Dougs...

but I dont know what may happen
when we activate.

- Lock in on the mastiff!.
- Im locked in and tracking it.

Back! Back off!.

- We did it! We did it!
- Hes not out of danger yet.

Tonys on his way.
Can you get Doug out of there?

Well, if we move Doug,
what about Tony?

Well hold the fix and try
to get Tony out later.

Somethings happened
to our power.

- How long will it take to repair it?
- I dont know, General.

Ill check it.

Now, listen to me!
Just let me explain.

Thats all I ask.

All right.

Do you know how old
that corporal was? He was 16.

And that justifies
your killing me?

I dont need any justification!
Yourre the enemy!

Im the only friend you have.

All right, so that explosion
took your memory...

and watching that boy die
made you mad.

I dont blame you.

But if you kill me, you kill your only link
with the past or your future.

Take that gun out... carefully.

Tony, use your head.
Ive had this gun all along.

If I wanted to kill you,
I couldve killed you from the rock.

I said take it out!

Now throw it over there.

- None of this makes any sense to you at all, does it?
- None of it.

Look.

If Michaels carries out his plans...

this is gonna be the bloodiest
battleground in the entire Civil War.

Get up.

Now, were gonna join
the sergeant.

You give me the slightest excuse,
and Ill kill you.

Is that clear?

Lets go. Come on!

I have a report
from the generating station.

Itll take eight hours
to bring the power up to peak.

Eight hours?

You know, that sergeant mentioned
something about a suspension bridge.

Here.

This mustve been the one
he was talking about.

Let me see.

Yes. There it is.

Ann, find the coordinates of that bridge
and feed them into the console.

Well have our fix preset
by the time they approach it.

Then well retrieve Tony and Doug
when they reach it?

No.

No, we wont.

I will not leave
Machiavelli on the field.

Well send him back to his own time
as we did the mastiff. Hess far too dangerous.

He cant change
what happened at Gettysburg.

Im not gonna take any chances.
Itss our duty to get him out of there.

All right. I understand
how you feel, General.

Even if were willing
to risk Dougss life...

- we dont have power enough.
- Welll find supplementary power.

You saw the explosion
that followed the transfer of the dog.

Itll take three times that power
to transfer a human. We cantt do it.

- You have a better suggestion?
- No.

If we overload our circuits that much,
theres no telling what will happen.

- General, Im against it.
- Imm sorry, Ray.

This is the one time
I have to overrule you.

I want that programming done
as quickly as possible.

When its complete, notify me.
Please.

Ill make the changes, General...

but heaven help Tony and Doug
if youre wrong.

You think Im wrong too?

I dont know.

We have a responsibility here...

not only to science,
but to humanity as well.

They ride like the Horsemen
of the Apocalypse...

bringing death closer
with every stride.

Do you have that feeling
of tight excitement within you, Sergeant?

That fascination
with impending death?

You sure do run off
at the mouth, dont you?

Union cavalry, sir.
Theyre attacking our supply train.

Its a fortunate circumstance,
Lieutenant...

that this type of artillery was
nonexistent in ancient times...

else the Romans would not
have conquered so easily.

But the use of firearms prevents men
from displaying personal valor.

Dont you agree?

Well need at least two of those wagons
to move the gunpowder.

They may never survive
the attack, sir.

Theres a wagon and horses
at the cave.

Ill try to get another wagon
and an escort.

Weve got to get that gunpowder through.
Thatss the most important thing right now.

Tony, dont go.
Youlll never make it.

Sergeant, you guard the prisoner.

If he tries to escape, kill him.

Michaels. Were moving up
into higher ground.

Whyd you do it?
What do you want with me?

Youre gonna have to trust me.

What I told you before
was the truth.

Were gonna have to find a landmark
and wait to be picked up.

- Picked up?
- I could explain it to you.

But in your condition,
I dont expect you to believe me.

Weve got to stop Michaels,
and wevve got to destroy the powder.

You know, you almost
had me there for a minute.

It would be easier for you to get at
that gunpowder through me, wouldnt it?

Are you all right?

Dont make the mistake
of doubting it.

Come on.

I would say you have
Just about outlived your usefulness.

Wouldnt you, Sergeant?
After all...

you couldnt possibly
help us to move the gunpowder.

And you walk with only
the greatest difficulty.

You would impair our mobility.

A good field commander
always destroys those things...

which are detrimental
to his cause.

Thats just common sense,
isntt it?

Im a better man than you...
half dead.

Then I suggest
you prove that, Sergeant.

Otherwise, I intend to kill you.

You see, Ive always had
the advantage.

Your prisoner almost succeeded in telling
you the truth. I am indeed Machiavelli-

a man in a time long past his own
and, therefore, already dead.

Ah!

They smashed us to pieces
and swept on.

Like a whirlwind scattering
death in its wake, eh?

Tell me, Lieutenant...

does not your mind quicken
in the presence of such destruction?

- What happened to him?
- Oh, poor fellow.

Felled by a final fusillade.

But he was quite helpless
at the end.

The battlefield is a place for strength,
not weakness. Dont you agree?

The officers who commanded
this train are dead...

the sergeants dead...

and Im a very tired man, Michaels...

worn right down to the bone.

Ive got no time
for whatever game it is yourre playing.

I want the gunpowder from you
and nothing more.

Now lead me to it.

No. Carry the conduit
down to the terminal pole.

- Were running out of time, Ray.
- Werre almost through here, General.

All right. Thats it.

Now close it up.

A special power supply from Hoover Dam
is hooked in, General.

It should be enough to handle
our power reversal.

- Well run a test of the circuits.
- Good.

The timing is gonna be critical...

if we can separate Dougs signal
and send Machiavelli back in time.

How long will it take you
to test the circuits?

A few minutes. No more.

I owe you an apology, Woody.

Well, lets say it was the strain
of the moment.

- Then you think Im right?
- No.

But somebodys got to make the decisions,
and I respect you for doing it.

The apologys accepted.

Ill run the test and stand by
for your signal. And I wish us luck.

Amen to that.

The powder is hidden by that screen
of brush, and the wagons over there.

An interesting thought,
is it not?

Yankee,
load this onto the wagon.

Beware. He will outwit you.

Now youre faced
with the commanderss decision-

whether to sacrifice your friend
to destroy a larger evil.

All right,
this has to be done, Tony.

Im gonna get by you
one way or the other.

Now, youd better get out of here
while you can.

Put that down.

I said put it down!

Excellent. Now you are both even.

- Whats happened?
- Hess trying to kill us.

You have the advantage. Kill him,
and you can destroy the powder.

Thats not gonna work this time,
Machiavelli.

You forget yourself.
I am Machiavelli.

You cannot kill me.
Therefore, Im indestructible.

No, were not going to kill you,
Machiavelli.

No. Were going to tie you up
and put you in that cave.

One of the bloodiest battles
of all time is about to take place...

and we are personally going
to see to it that you miss it.

I think not.

Youve deprived me
of the lieutenantss aid...

but a good field commander
always has alternatives.

Stand back!

Stand to your posts, everyone!
Stand to your posts!

Theyre in the path
of the explosion!

If that powder goes,
theyll be killed.!

- Switch them quick! Weve only got seconds!
- Itlll be a miracle.

Cant you get them under control?

Stabilize them.
Ann, refine your locator.

Im doing the best I can, General.

Were getting an interfering impulse.
Wevve lost eeem.

Ive got Doug and Tony again.

Lets try this way.

Oriental.

Sure is.

Mongolian.

Those were Mongols
back there.

If my memory serves me right...

this is the emblem
of the great Khans.

Genghis Khan?