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- [Quinn] What if you
could find brand new worlds

right here on Earth, where
anything is possible?

The same planet, different
dimension.

I found the gateway!

(dramatic music)
(electricity sizzles)

(air whooshing)

(Maximilian screams)

(portal sizzling)

(Wade screaming)
(Maximilian grunts)

(both screaming)

(Rembrandt thuds)

- Man, that trip was a trip!

- Professor, where's Quinn?

Wasn't he right behind you?

Didn't you see him in the void?

- Girl, I didn't see a thing,
I flew with my eyes closed.

- Well, what if he didn't make
it?

We have to go back.

- My dear child,

that portal opens on an
infinite number of universes.

- I don't care.

- There's no way of
controlling the journey back.

If he didn't make it, we
may never see him again.

- Please, Quinn.

Please don't let me lose you.

(portal rumbles)

Please.

(portal thunders)
(Quinn screams)

(Quinn thuds)

- That was close.

Hey, what's with the tears?

You hit your head or something?

- Yeah, maybe I should have it
examined.

(Rembrandt laughing)

- Home!

- [Maximilian] Yes, nothing
quite like it.

- 7:25, I can almost still make
it.

If I had a car that is.

You're gonna have to explain
this

to the insurance boys, Q-ball.

Gonna have to tell them
how my beautiful red sled

is on another plant where it's
stuck in a freaking iceberg.

They're never going to buy
that when I put in my claim.

- We'll worry about that later.
Mr. Brown.

Right now, we've got an anthem
to sing.

- Yeah, yeah right I gotta catch
a cab.

It's what a man without
a car is forced to do!

Don't you never do that again,
you hear?

7:25 and I'm out here
trying to catch me a cab.

Don't go no time.

Oh!

Hey!

Over here!

That's it, come on.

Right here, baby.

And here.

Yes!

(door slams)

Candlestick, my man, and step on
it.

(timer beeping)

- Hey guys, I'm going to call
home.

I'll catch up with you, okay?

- To tell you the truth, I'm
kind of sorry we're back.

I mean, think of all the
other worlds out there

and how much fun we'd have
exploring them.

It seems kinda dull to be back
home.

- Yeah.

Well you just remember that
tornado and be grateful.

- All the preset controls are
shorted.

I wonder why it brought us to
the park

instead of my basement
like it's supposed to.

- Perhaps that's what your
double was trying to explain.

If you advanced the timer,

you'll get unforeseen side
effects.

Good heavens!

Has that always been here?

- Who, Abe? Yeah.

- No, Lenin.

(dramatic music)

Nikolai Ilyich Ulyanov Lenin.

(dramatic music)

- It was Lincoln, professor.

Abraham Lincoln.

(dramatic music)

- [Operator] PT&T, we want you
back.

- Excuse me?

- [Operator] If you
switched from PT&T to PT&T2

we want you back,

and now thanks to our "Comrades
call Comrades" program

we can save you up to six rubles
a year

on long distance to the
motherland.

- PT&T?

What is this?

Look, I just want to make a
phone call.

- [Operator] Identify.

This is operator 934, identify.

This is operator 934,

you will state your
telephone permit number now.

You are in violation of section
33956

of the California penal code.

Your location has been traced.

Please remain with this unit

until a communication
security team arrives.

- Thanks, I'll check in later.

(dramatic music)

- Hey,

Pavill.

- Pavel.

- Yeah, well, whatever, could
you step on it a little?

(Pavel speaking in foreign
language)

Immigrants.

If you're gonna live in the land

you gotta learn the language.

Well do whatever you can, huh,
chief?

And while you're at it,

could you turn on the Jazz game?

You know, baseball-ski?

- Baseball.

Reds, Reds game?

- Yeah.

Baseball game, capice?

- Anthem.
(patriotic music)

- Anthem, what do you mean,
anthem?

I'm the anthem.

(patriotic music)

Wait a minute, that don't sound
right.

Must be playing a Canadian team.

(patriotic music)

- Friends of the State
will always be rewarded.

(crowd cheering)

But enemies must be purged from
the body!

(crowd applauds)

The so-called, Imperialist
American Underground

is being crushed even as we
speak.

It is simply a matter
of time before the last

of their kind are wiped
from the face of our land.

(crowd cheering)

- Quinn, there's something
I gotta tell you.

- I know.

We never made it home.

(light music)

(Pavel speaking in foreign
language)

- What?

(Pavel speaking in foreign
language)

Oh, I got you.

Yeah, you want some moola for
the toll.

(Pavel chuckles)

(Pavel speaking in foreign
language)

(dramatic music)

(alarm blares)

(soldiers chattering angrily)
(rifles clicking)

(alarm blaring)

Y'all need exact change, is that
it?

(dramatic music)

(guns clicking)
(soldiers shouting)

(glass shatters)

- This place gives me a creeps.

When can we leave?

- When the timer recharges
itself.

- And when will that be?

- Maybe soon, maybe never.

(intense music)

(dog barking)

- No chance the gadget can be
fixed?

- Maybe with the right tools
and a little bit of luck.

- Well if we get the right time,

I hope you'll let me sit in.

I'd love to take a peek under
the hood.

(guns blasting)

(dramatic music)

- Look, I ain't heard nothing
about no American Underground.

I mean, is that a band?

Some kind of club?

You tell me, 'cause I don't
know.

- You are a very foolish man,
Mr. Brown.

Lying to us has the
gravest of consequences.

- I'm telling you the truth.

I'm not lying.

- Let's begin with your alias.

- Alias?

- There is no Rembrandt
Brown in our computer files.

A man by that name was killed 12
years ago

in the Detroit uprising.

You have obviously taken on his
identity

for nefarious
counter-revolutionary purposes.

- Okay, look, I can explain
everything.

You see, I'm not really from
this Earth.

No, look, I'm telling you the
truth.

I was driving alone,
minding my own business,

when this crazy genius, he zaps
me into this big black hole.

The next thing I knew my car had
slammed

right into a giant iceberg.

Oh.

- You would admit to handing
this to the taxi driver?

- Yeah.

So?

- Listen carefully, friend,

if you cooperate I'll fight
for you with the high command.

- Wait a minute.

Say that again.

- What?

- "I'll fight for you."

(fingers snap)

I knew I recognized you.

Ross J. Kelley,

the shyster lawyer from TV.
(laughs)

I've seen your mug a thousand
times.

You're always telling people
how you're gonna get 'em

a trillion bucks if they
had an accident on the job,

like that big moose construction
worker

that had an anvil drop on his
head.

"Ross J. Kelley got me a
million bucks." (laughs)

It's you.

- He knows you, your name,
your civilian profession, how?

- I don't know.

- [Shadowy Colonel] We
have been infiltrated.

- What are you looking at?

All that stuff is wrong,
I've never been on TV.

- Subterfuge performed by a
master.

He's flaunting he's inside
knowledge to unnerve us.

This man is highly skilled
and extremely dangerous.

He must be tried and disposed
of as quickly as possible.

- Quickly, yes, I have
connections.

And I know just the thing.
(sirens blaring)

We have determined your
allegiance

with fascist enemies of the
state.

Therefore I hand over
jurisdiction of your situation

to "The People's Court,"

where you will be tried and
sentenced.

(crowds chattering)
(sirens blaring)

- This is an outrage!

What are you charging me with?

What have I done?

I haven't done anything.

Let go of me!

(people shouting)

(sirens blaring)

- [Soldier] Ready, aim!

(gun blasts)
(woman sobbing)

- We must find Rembrandt.

I don't imagine he went down
about too big at the ballpark.

- Yeah, we can maroon him here
forever,

he'll never get home.

(woman screaming)
(soldiers shouting)

- Anyone fancy a kielbasa?

- Professor, how could you
eat at a time like this?

- My stomach has no political
preferences.

Sausage.

- Sausage, $1.

- $1.

Do you have anything that goes
with it?

- I do.

Careful comrade.

(dramatic music)

- Guys.

Guys!

Guys!
- What's going on?

- It's the damned phone company.

- What?

- I disobeyed their commands
and now they're after me.

(dramatic music)

- All right, just stay cool,
we'll get out of this somehow.

Come on.

- [Maximilian] Thank you.

- Quickly, comrades, come with
me.

- Come on.

(people shouting)

(sirens blaring)

(dramatic music)

(helicopter whirs)

- Wade Wells, oh god, it is you.

Thank liberty you're still
alive.

The Soviets announced your
capture three days ago.

- [Man] We'll go to
the north, you go west.

- [Man] Right.

- [Woman] Faster!

- We have to keep moving.

Feel good to be home, commander?

(dramatic music)

(metal clangs)

(rifles clicking)

(rebels chattering)

- Wade?

(dramatic music)

Welcome to the revolution.

(dramatic music)

(Quinn grunts)

- A bad dream?

- I was down in my basement.

My mother came looking for me.

No matter what I did she
couldn't see me.

She's lost dad.

Now me.

- You're not lost, you're just
misplaced.

Don't worry, you'll see your
mother again.

- Wilkins will see you now.

- Get any rest, gentlemen?

- Oh, yes!

I always sleep well with
my arms tied above my head,

you blithering idiot.

- I understand your resentment,

but we had to take precaution.

Your appearance here is highly
suspicious, to say the least.

- It's not everyday someone
comes to us

claiming to be from a parallel
Earth.

- But they believe us now.

- Oh, they do?

And when did you become our
resident expert, Ms. Wells?

Outside they wouldn't
believe a word that I said.

- Commander Wade Wells is a
great leader

of the revolution on our world.

- Wild, huh?

- Soviets captured her four days
ago.

She's being held at the
NoCal Federal Penitentiary.

It's a converted college campus

now used solely for high
profile political prisoners.

And it's run by former
professor, now Citizen General,

Maximilian Arturo.

- Always the leader of men,

no matter what the
circumstances.

- What finally convinced you
that our Wade wasn't, well,

your Wade?

- Wade Wells is my commanding
officer and my lover.

The two may look identical,

but I can surely tell the
difference.

(machine beeps)

The rebellion is near defeat.

Too much money and
power on the other side.

Too many upstanding citizens
bought off or grown complacent.

Freedom is a forgotten luxury.

- And for whom do you fight?

- For the idealist who
created this country.

And we've been at it a long
time.

Wilkins here flew for the
airlines.

I was a surgeon.

There was no way to go
back to our old lives.

- It's liberty or death for all
of us.

- Okay, you don't have to answer
me,

but what was that all about?

"I can tell the difference."

- What do you care?

We're buds, right?

- The United States a conquered
nation.

How on Earth could that have
happened?

- It all began in the '50s
when we lost the Korean War.

The Sino-Soviet Empire swept the
globe.

First into China, then
Europe, South America.

We were economically isolated
from the rest of the world.

Their assets and technology grew

while ours shrank and finally
collapsed.

- Why that's the domino theory.

In reality in our universe

it was the Soviet union that
collapsed.

The Berlin Wall was pulled down

and Communism is virtually
extinct.

- Sounds like a dream, doesn't
it?

- We're on the wrong planet, my
friend.

* Comrade, comrade get on down *

* Get that grain right into town
*

* Serve the state to feed the
people *

- At ease, private.

* Get that grain right into town
*

* I gotta serve the state
to feed the people *

* The individual is evil *

* Comrade, comrade get on down *

* Get that grain right into town
*

* Serve the state to feed the
people *

* 'Cause the individual is evil
*

* Comrade, comrade *

- This is a joke, right?

- No.

This is prime time.

- It's pledge week on, comrades,
on PBS,

so pick up your phone
and pledge your support

for public television or else.

We know who you are.

- [Doug Llewelyn] This is the
plaintiff Pavel Kurlienko.

He says he was shocked when
the defendants slipped up

and handed him a counterfeit
bill.

And this is the defendant,
alias Rembrandt Brown.

He's accused-
- Oh my God!

Quinn, professor, get back here
quick!

- This is the case of the
Rat Caught in the Trap.

Now the plaintiff did his civic
duty

by heroically detaining
his insidious passenger

long enough for the authorities
to arrive.

The defendant dubiously claims
that he is not of this Earth,

and therefore shouldn't be
expected

to abide by the laws of
civilization.

- [Rusty] All the parties and
witnesses

raise your right hand to be
sworn please.

Do you and each of you solemnly
swear

that the testimony you may give

in the cause now pending before
this court

shall be the truth, the whole
truth,

and nothing but the
truth, so help you God?

- I do.

- I do.

- [Bailiff] Thank you, all rise,
please.

- You may be seated.

I know you've been sworn and
I have read the complaint.

Sir, please take off your hat.

Thank you.

Sir, you say the defendant is
a treacherous terrorist pig?

- It's true, Commissar Wapner.

He gives me, he gives me this.

- Did you give him this?

- [Rembrandt] Yes, sir, I did.

- [Judge Wapner] You
know it's the trademark

of the underground resistance,
don't you?

- But I can explain.

- Explain?

What possible defense do you
have to this?

- Sir, I am a fan of "The
People's Court."

- That has nothing to do with
this.

It's completely irrelevant.

- You see this Earth is
not my Earth, you dig?

I mean, it looks like
it, it smells like it,

but it is definitely not my
Earth.

Now this guy, Q-ball-

- Q-ball?
- Right.

He's got this gizmo
which sucked up my Caddie

into a wormhole.

- I've heard enough!

I've heard enough.

- I'm not finished, sir.

- You are finished, sir.

Rembrandt Brown, I find
you guilty of treason.

And I sentence you to 15
years in the Alaskan Gulag,

without the possibility of
parole.

(gavel bands)

- 15 years!
- 15 years.

- Don't you mean $15?

- Now the defendant is on
his way out of the courtroom.

Mr. Brown, if I can ask
you a quick question.

Obviously, Commissar Wapner
didn't believe

a thing you had to say.

How's that make you feel?

- How do you think I feel, fool?

I am never watching this show
again.

Small claims my (beep).

- Well, thank you very much,

Right now,

Officer Burrell has a few
confessions you must sign.

Rusty, get this man out of here.

And with that, we will
bring this case to a close.

The litigants for our next case

are now on their way into the
courtroom.

- Your friend and our commander

are being kept at the same
facility until tomorrow.

Commander Wells is about
to be shipped to Moscow

for a very public execution.

- Then we're going to
have to move quickly.

- What did you have in mind?

- A raid.

- Look, kid,

don't you think we would
have already done that

if it were at all possible?

- Yes, but you're forgetting
the warden here is on our side.

(gate squeals)

- What if they don't believe me?

What if I'm still at the office?

- You're a double work
banker's hours, professor,

just play your part and
everything'll be fine.

- Okay.
- I hope.

- You hope? He hopes?

Some revolution.

(crowd chattering)
(doors slamming)

- Come on, come on!

Let's go, people, this is our
last chance.

(group chattering loudly)

- Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I could be at home right now,

drinking saki and watching
"Jeopardy."

- Yeah, I know it's
Tournament of Champions week.

I miss it too.

- If they discover he's an
imposter, hit the ground
running.

And don't be shy about using
this.

- [Man] All right, let's
go, people, let's move!

Come on, come on.

Let's go, move!

- You do know that if we fail
tonight,

the entire West Coast
Uprising will be extinguished.

Everything finished.

(dramatic music)

- Then we won't fail.

(truck rumbles)

- Citizen General, sir,
what are you doing here?

- Since when have I had to
explain

my movements to you, soldier?

- My apologizes, sir.

I was, well, surprised
to see you at this hour.

- I will overlook your
impotence this time.

Now open the gate.

- But what are these trucks
doing here?

I have no authorization.

- This is a surprise
defense readiness test.

Of course you haven't
been informed about it.

You think if the rebels were to
attack

that they would let you
know that they were coming?

(all laughing)

You will open the gate.

You will maintain strict radio
silence.

No one in that facilities is
to know that we're coming.

Is that understood?

- Understood, sir.

But I will need a hand
print and identification

before allowing your team to
pass.

Policy, sir.

Your own, in fact.

- I have no need of you to
explain my own policies, sir.

- Left hand, sir.

(machine beeps)

- [Machine] Imprint
identification complete.

Maximilian Arturo, Citizen
General, People's Army,

Western Sector.

- Forgive the formality,
sir, I was only following-

- That's all right, soldier,
just tell me your name,

I'll see you're commended.

- But you know my name, sir.

Lieutenant Karpov.

You selected me for this post.

- Yes, of course I know you,
Karpov.

Of course I do.

But since you're
pretending not to know me,

I'm pretending not to know you.
(laughs)

Joke, Karpov.

Now listen, ignore all
warning bells and alarms.

This test must be as realistic
as we can possibly make it.

I'm counting on you, lieutenant.

Or should I say, captain?

(trucks rumbling)

(phone dial rattles)

- Put me through to the home
of Citizen General Arturo.

(dramatic music)

(gate rattles)

- Food coming through for the
staff of "People's Court."

(suspenseful music)

(tray rattles)

- What the hell is this, dog
food?

- Bon appetit. (laughs)

(guns clicking)

- Open the cage.

(guard grunts)

- [Man] Get in the cell.

- I never thought I'd be
happy to see you guys.

Where's the girl?

- She's

off looking for herself.

- Oh.

Huh?
- We'll explain later.

Come on.

- [Man] All right, people, let's
move.

Move, move, move, move, move.

- Citizen General is home in
bed.

(alarm blaring)

- Trouble, get those trucks over
here now!

We're on our way.

- Wait, what about Wade?

- She'll be okay, she's in the
other building with Wilkins,

now move!

(rebels shouting)

- [Woman] I'll take the
front, you guys cover my back.

(guns blasting)
(alarms blaring)

- Run, run, go!

(guns blasting)
(dramatic music)

(gun whacks)

(punches thud)

- Wade!

Wade!

(dramatic music)

(guns blasting)

(glass shatters)

(explosion booms)
(soldier screams)

Come on, come on!

(dramatic music)

- Move!

(guns blasting)

(light shatters)

(dramatic music)
(guns blasting)

(trucks rumbling)

- [Doc] Hold on, we're almost
there!

(dramatic music)

(guns blasting)

(barricade cracks)

(dramatic music)

(rocket booms)

- Let's go!

- Woo, we made it!

It's over.

We can all try to get home now.

Wade.

Oh, god, Wade.

No, no, no, no!

Stop the truck!

Stop!

Stop the truck!

Over here.

Gently, gently, okay.

(dramatic music)

Somebody help!

Oh god.
(tires screech)

- Give me some room.

Step back!

- I don't think she's breathing.

Oh!

(somber music)

- Quinn?

(somber music)

What's going on?

What's happening?

- Wade.

- Don't look.

Trust me, I'm gonna get you
home.

(somber music)

- [PA Announcer] Prepare to
evacuate.

Attention, all personnel,
prepare to evacuate immediately.

* Amazing grace *

* How sweet the sound *

* That saved a wretch like me *

* I once was lost *

* But now I'm found *

* Twas blind *

* But now I see *

- [Man] How's Commander Wells?

- [Man] Commander's dead,
the revolution lives on.

- All right, close her up.

- I sure hope your
computations are correct.

- Mr. Mallory, this may come
as a complete surprise to you,

but in the ancient days before
computers

we had to do our mathematics
the old fashioned way.

Ever seen one of these?

It's called a slide rule.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
doubt you.

So with these calculations-

- I believe that we can improve
our chances of getting home

if we return to the exact
spot where we arrived.

- Golden Gate Park.

- [Man] Ammo's almost fully
loaded.

- Come on, people.
- Come on, move!

- This raid has given us a
tremendous shot in the arm.

We will spread across the
country

and it may give others the
spirit to keep fighting.

- Thanks to what you've
told us of your world,

we know they can be defeated.

You've given us hope back.

Good luck, I hope you make it
home.

- Thanks.

- We have no way to verify
the condition of the timer.

Assuming the professor's
calculations are correct,

and allowing for minimal
deviation-

- Will you quit talking like a
brain

and say something that a
normal man can understand?

Now, are you getting
us out of here or what?

- Just keep your fingers
crossed.

- Oh, sure.

- Stop!

You are in violation of curfew.

Show me your papers now!

- I don't have time for this.

(guard grunts)

(whistle screeches)

- [Guard] There they are!

(sirens blaring)
(dramatic music)

- [Quinn] Okay, here goes
nothing.

- Go!
(dramatic music)

We not gonna make it.

(dramatic music)

- Oh, man.
- Quinn!

- Oh man, we not gonna make it.

(timer beeps)
- Yes!

- They coming, they coming!

- More power, Mr. Mallory!

- Quinn, Quinn!

- [Rembrandt] Come on, man, they
coming!

(portal whooshes)
(crowd shouting)

- [Maximilian] Geronimo!

(Quinn yells)

(dramatic music)

(wormhole whooshing)

(all grunting)

(all laughing)

- [Rembrandt] Thank god!

(all laughing)

(light music)

(homeless man snores)

- Good to see you again, man.

Let's go.

- Taxi!

Right here!

(tires screech)

Great.

(Rembrandt gasps)

- What is it, Rembrandt, what's
wrong?

- That's the guy that turned me
in.

- You okay, my friend?

- Don't you know me?

- Yes.

Yes, I do know you!

- Yeah, I'm getting out.

- Spinning Tops.

You is Crying Man, no?

- Why, yes, my good fellow.

Yeah, I am the Crying Man.

- You great.

Have all your records.

Big price on black market for
Tops.

- Yeah, that settles it, we
home.

Yes, sir.

(tires screech)

- [Maximilian] Thank you, my
good fellow.

Rembrandt.

- [Rembrandt] Hey, here you go,
Pavill!

(Pavel replying in foreign
language)

Yeah, arrivederci.
(door slams)

(suspenseful music)

- This gate has been
squeaking since I was 12.

(suspenseful music)

(gate squeaks)

(Rembrandt and Wade laugh)

- Yes!

- Quinn.

Thank God.

I was so worried.

Honestly, I nearly called the
police.

You spend so much time
in that damn basement

I never know when you're home or
not.

Where have you been?

- Well, it's a long story.

- Perhaps you and your friends

would care to share it over
dinner.

I'm making your favorite.

- So where are we going
tomorrow?

Just kidding.

- So, Crying Man, you ever
think about singing gospel?

- Girl, I haven't sung
like that in 20 years.

Maybe I still do in some places,
huh?

- So what do we do with this
thing?

- You know, I never thought to
hear myself say such a thing,

but I believe we should
consider destroying it.

Einstein regretted that
he had given the world

the atom bomb.

Oppenheimer, when he
saw the first explosion,

quoted the Hindu scripture,

"I am become Shiva, God,
the destroyer of worlds."

- But think of the benefits.

There are bound to be worlds
that have outlawed war

or cured cancer.

- And worlds where they have
perfected war

and develop new cancers.

- Maybe that's why we
should keep it a secret.

If I found a that was paradise
I don't think I tell anybody.

- Well, I'd like to propose a
toast

to wherever you live.

- [Rembrandt] And whatever your
struggle.

- To the revolution.

- And to the end of a journey.

(glasses clink)
- [Rembrandt] Here, here.

I'm so glad to be back

I almost don't even
miss my car. (chuckles)

(dramatic music)

- Hey,

did I miss anything?

(dramatic music)

- Hello,

dad.

- What's the matter, son?

You look like you've seen a
ghost.

(dramatic music)

(glass shatters)

(dramatic music)

* Crying like a man *

* Cry like a man *

* As hard as I can *

* As I can *

* If you had a heart *

* Maybe you'd start *

* To understand *

(light soul music)

* You're breaking my heart here
*

* Cry like a man *

* Wait a minute *

* I'm feelin' tears
comin' outta this eye *

* Cry like a man *

* Oh *

* And a tear fallin' from my
other eye *

* Cry like a man *

* Brothers, somebody *

* Somebody hand me a
handkerchief *

* Please *

* Cry like man *

(logo squeaks)

(upbeat music)