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We're cutting it close.
Two minutes left.

That's far enough.

You got the formula?

Got it right here.
Now where's our friend?

All in good time.

We did what you asked.
We brought you the ransom.

What more do you want?

Just step forward slowly,
set the formula on the box.

Then we'll release her.

- Flannigan's!
- Uh-oh!

I should have known this.

Only you would stoop so low

to send spies
into my organization

just to steal the secret sauce!

Don't play the
self-righteous burger monarch

with me, Hubert.

You stepped over the line

when you napalmed that
shipment of zany meal toys.

You're no angel.

Take this,
you pasty-faced goons!

There she is!

She looks hurt.
I'm going in after her!

Better make it quick.

Eat lead, you monarchical pukes!

Hey!

Three, two, one.

Next time you rustle
us up some jobs,

make sure you steer
clear of the burger joints.

How was I supposed to know we'd
end up in the middle of a fast food war?

Literally.

Talk about destroying
the competition.

That was one weird world.

Diana, are you okay?

What's wrong with her?

I don't know.

What if you found
a portal to a parallel universe?

What if you could slide into
a thousand different worlds

where it's the same year
and you're the same person,

but everything else
is different?

And what if you can't
find your way home?

Sliders.

Ah, no, no.
Don't, don't do that!

Sorry, I thought the light
might be bothering you.

No, um, let it all in.

The more the better.

What happened?
Where are we?

Well, we managed to get
you away from those clowns...

Thanks.

And barely made the slide.

But now we're in a
beautiful resort hotel.

Remmy and Mallory
are scoping the place out.

But so far,
it looks fairly normal.

Ah, some place normal!
That's a welcome change.

Last
chance to register for the Civil War.

Game starts in 10 minutes.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Hey, partner, how you doin'?

I sure did.

No need for jobs on this world

thanks to my well-to-do
duplicate's ATM account.

We're going to need a big
bankroll if we're staying here.

Looks like we've slid
into entertainment world.

Lots of things to spend it on.

Damn.

Unlucky in love, unlucky in
cosmic space disintegrators.

Someone should tell her it's not
the size of the score that counts.

Or maybe you should
just lay off of that beer

until after 10:00 a.m.

It's part of a complete
and balanced breakfast.

As far as I'm concerned,
we're on vacation.

Vacation?
That's not a bad idea.

Besides, when in Rome...

Well, let's hope
it doesn't come to that.

Come on.

Here you go.
I thought this might help.

How are you doing?

Better.

I just thought I'd gotten over
this little problem I have.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

Uh, no.

Unless you have a
cure for claustrophobia.

It's a little memento
left over from my childhood.

And those crazy burger
clowns locked you in that box.

Yes, a very small, dark box.

You know, imagine
a precocious little girl

who suddenly decides
she's going to close herself off

in her teacher's closet.

An experiment to see how
really dark, dark can be.

The only problem was

I locked myself in
for an entire weekend.

Oh!

It wasn't pretty.

How long was I gone for?

Almost two days.

You know, it was
so dark in that thing.

You know, just like the closet.

I mean, at one point I had no
idea how much time had passed.

I was convinced I was dead.

Look, I'm sorry. I do not want
to heap all this stuff on you.

You know, sometimes
I can be such a wimp.

It sounds really scary.

And you're not a wimp.

You've been sliding long enough,

things tend to pile up on you.

Diana, I really understand
the burden that you carry

and, well, you're
our resident scientist.

We turn to you for everything.

And still we're no closer to
finding Remmy's home world

or figuring out how to
even begin to find Colin.

And I'm sure it weighs
really heavily on your mind.

It does, every day.

Hey, look who's awake.

I knew that an army of evil corporate
clowns couldn't keep you down.

How's she doing?

Well, I'd say she's going to be
back on solid food in about a month.

Great.

Well, you're not going to
want to miss any of this.

I'm Mark Einman, President
of Einman Entertainment

and I would like
to extend to you

a personal invitation
to The Arcade,

the world's cutting edge,
state of the art

family entertainment center.

At The Arcade, you can
experience in absolute realism

any one of 30
role playing scenarios.

Re-live history
as a Civil War general,

hit the streets as a
hard-nosed detective,

be a hot fighter jock.

There are no limits
at The Arcade.

And for a limited time only,

California residents with
a valid driver's license

get $10 off their
family admissions pass.

Lisa Leopard,

Melina Mouse, what
do you think of that?

We'll be at the spa.

See you at The Arcade,

the funnest place in the world.

The people of this
world live to play.

They've developed some of the most
sophisticated kinds of entertainment

I've ever seen.

And I've seen a lot.

Yeah, call it extreme fun.

And this guy, Einman,

he seems to own most of it.

I mean he practically
rules this entire world.

We're here for
two and a half days.

So instead of running for our
lives from, uh, fill in the blank,

we think it's time
for a little R&R.

You up for it, Diana?

I don't know, it all
sounds like guy games.

And your point is?

Except for the Roman spa
he mentioned.

Huh, right about now, a hot
mineral bath sounds great.

Maggie, how about
those guy games?

No. I'm gonna,
I'm gonna...

I'm gonna do the spa with Diana.

Great. This is
gonna be great.

- See you later.
- See ya.

Boys will be boys.

Hey there, folks.

It's the last chance to sign up

for the Western Round-up,

so lasso your sweetie,

your hubby
or your little children

and get on over
to the Western Round-up.

Sign up in 10 minutes.

Hey.

Who the hell
are you, Huggy Bear?

I'm a hard-hitting detective
from the '70s.

And I'll have you know that
this was once all the rage.

I know.

I've seen my parents'
high school pictures.

Well, nothing personal,
but I'm rooting for the North.

I wanted to be a general,
one of Lee's command staff.

Yeah, well you're a private.

In this game, they make
you start at the bottom

and work your way up.

I know he's not real but I
was hoping I could meet Lee.

But as a private, I won't
get anywhere near him.

So, what are you,
a history buff?

Not always.

I hardly cracked a book
when I was a kid.

But habits change when you
find yourself stuck in a wheelchair.

Yeah, I know that story.

Nothing ever turns out
like you hope, right?

Back when my group, the
Spinning Tops, were hot,

these Hollywood big-wigs were
scoping me out for a TV show.

- No kidding?
- Yep. A cop show.

Nothing panned out.

That's the problem with
being flavor of the month.

It's only a matter of time
before you melt away.

Whoa!
You two look...

You better think about this.

Lovely.
Absolutely lovely.

Smart boy.

My, my, my.

Hi, I'm Fred.
You must be my partner.

Partner?

You did pick the '70s
buddy-cop scenario, didn't you?

Yeah, yeah.
Right, right.

Name's Rembrandt.

So, you played this before?

Practically every day.

Every day?

You're a newbie, aren't you?

Well, you stick with me.
I'll show you how it's done.

We can start by skipping
the orientation video.

It's a bunch of safety this,
safety that, blah, blah, blah.

Let's go, partner.

Wow, this looks real.
Are we outside?

No, this is an indoor arena.

The hologram projections only
work in an enclosed environment.

Then all of the people
are just holograms?

That's not a lot of fun.

They're much more
than projections.

They're highly sophisticated
interactive holograms

contained in a malleable
electrostatic force field.

In other words, if they
take a swing at you, duck.

And don't worry about the
bullets, they're harmless.

Now this baby's real.

This is our ride?

Oh, yeah.

Things just keep getting better.

Yeah.

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.

Now from what I understand,

we're on the trail of this young
girl that's been kidnapped, right?

So we check in with the Chief,

shake down our contacts
and track her down?

Yeah, something like that.

General Lee, I think you're
wrong to attack up the middle.

No, that's not it.

Begging the General's pardon,

I think General Longstreet
is right.

An attack up the middle
is a really bad idea.

Yeah, that's it.

Well, here goes nothing.

Blue Bellies are coming!

All right.
Just move them down.

Fire.

Fire!

Fire!

Whoa, I need a bullet.

Why are you killing us?

This is no game.

Thank you.

You know, I, uh,

I kind of got the impression

that you would have
rather gone with Rembrandt.

You know, you
still can, you know.

I'm, uh, all right now.

Are you kidding me?

No, Diana, it's not that I
didn't want to go with you.

It's just...

It's just that I'm used
to hanging with the guys.

Mmm.

All right, you see,
I have this problem,

I've always had this problem

where I have more male
friends than female friends,

and it's not by choice.

It's just that, well, I guess
some women find me threatening.

Really?

You too?

No, absolutely not.

Let's just say I didn't know
what to make of you at first

but I wasn't threatened.

The problem is not with you.

The problem is with
people who are so insecure

that they feel
threatened by you.

You're okay, Captain Beckett.

I was thinking about
something that you said earlier,

what did you mean when you said

you were convinced
you were dead?

Oh, uh, well, I guess for me

death is no different than
being in that black box,

absolute nothingness.

You don't have a case
of classic claustrophobia.

You're afraid of
darkness and nothingness.

You're really
just afraid of death.

Hey, what's going on over there?

According to that tip that
you beat out of Ferret Face,

they should be holding her here.

All right, let's
play this real cool,

by the numbers, that way
nobody should get hurt.

- You dig?
- Yeah, whatever.

You know, I can't believe you
made me stop to get a search warrant.

Well, isn't that how it's done?

In real life, maybe.

Hey, hold it
right there, vermin!

Cover me, partner!

What the hell
was that all about?

I thought it was a bad guy.

Well, it wasn't.

Jeez!

Are you going to shoot
at everything that moves?

Well, no.

Good. See to it
that you don't, man.

Stick to the scenario.

We're cops.
Act like it.

Yeah, that means a lot coming
from a guy in a plaid leisure suit.

Who's the baddest dude around?

Downtown Brown.

Who can bring the bad guys down?

Downtown Brown.

Ah! Platform shoes, what
the devil were we thinking?

Freeze! Police!

Careful, man, you're
gonna hit the girl!

Let's go!

You gotta take it easy, fella.

You gotta learn
to pace yourself.

Yeah, pace yourself.

Hey, fella!
Hold it right there!

Nice and easy, okay?

Nobody's gonna hurt anybody.

He's street pizza.

You shot her!

But I got him, too.

Okay, watch out.

You're not supposed
to kill the victim.

She got in the way.

Besides, what
difference does it make?

She's not real.

That's not the point, man.
We just lost the game.

So, we hit the reset button.

Who cares about winning?

The object of the
game is to have fun.

Maybe I don't want to
play this game, anymore.

You are messing
with my groove, man.

You are messing with my groove.

You wanna get real, huh?

You wanna get real with me?

Bring it on, daddy!
Bring it on.

That's what I thought.

Play
doctor in an emergency room.

Emergency starts in 15 minutes.

Hey.

Didn't expect to find you here.

I'm sitting this war out.

I thought that's what
you were interested in.

I am.

But the people part,
not just the fighting part.

I guess I was hoping
to witness the most important

and solemn period
in our history.

I mean,
brother fighting brother,

the cruelty of slavery,
a nation torn apart.

I think some of these people
are missing the point.

Sorry, Private, but I
think we missed the point.

My stint as a hip, cool
detective turned into a blood bath.

My partner's motto was shoot
first and ask no questions.

It looks like these sophisticated
interactive experiences are just

overblown shoot-em-up type
video games.

Well, I for one
have had my fill.

I mean, why play the game?

We live this on a daily basis.

- And we get to do it for free.
- Yeah.

You kept the badge.

A souvenir.

You really wanted that
TV show gig, didn't you?

I thought I'd get a feel now
for what I missed then.

I didn't miss all that much.

Come on, let's find the others,
let's get the devil out of here.

Closed?
What's that all about?

You see them anywhere?

They said that they
would meet us here by 2:00.

That was 10 minutes ago.

We'll just check
the old registration log.

And... voila.

It shows
the visitors' registration.

It also shows the session
ended and the visitors logged out.

But according to this, Diana
and Maggie were never there.

Wait a minute.
That's not right.

We were with them
when they registered.

I'm only reading what it says.

Excuse me.

This is a restricted area. Is there
something I can help you with?

Ah, maybe there is. We're
looking for two friends of ours

who signed up for your spa.

I'm Mr. Flint,
the general manager.

Are your friends
listed in the registration?

No.

Then there's no way they
could have been in there.

No, no, no.
We, we saw them go in.

Well, you must be mistaken.

Now if you'll kindly
stay clear of this area

or I'll have to have
security remove you.

And enjoy your stay
here at The Arcade,

the funnest place in the world.

Something funny about that guy.

You think?

Come on, maybe there's a
service entrance to that spa.

Nobody home.

- They were here.
- Flint was lying.

The question is why?

We need to find somebody
who'll be straight with us.

Give us some information
about this place.

I've got a radical idea.

I'll bet we can get some
answers from those holograms.

That's not a radical idea,
that's a crazy one.

They aren't real people. They're
some kind of computer projection.

I know, but during my simulation

I could swear one was
trying to communicate with me.

He said something that
really spooked me.

He said,
"This is no game."

Come to think of it

I've got an informant on
the streets of New York.

Maybe he can cough up some info.

It's worth a shot, I suppose.

Just leave the partner at home.

Right on, right on.

Come on, Ferret Face,
come on out of your hole.

Diana?

Diana, what are you doing here?

We thought you were at the spa?

You talking to me?

Yeah, I'm talking to you, baby.

Who are you talking to?

I'm talking to this man right here
who wants to take me out on a date.

Now, will you let me
do my business?

No way, baby.
He's the heat.

Hey, wait a minute.
Hey, Diana, wait.

Wait a minute, he's just a
projection. He can't hurt me.

Diana!

Oh, no.

Hey, hey, excuse me.

Hey, hey, buddy,
you remember me?

You spoke to me earlier
today, just before...

Just before you died.

People keep killing me, why?

I need your help.

I have died a thousand times.

You can't die.

You're a computer program.

I have felt lead fragments five
score times tear through my body.

Walked to the light,

only to have it ripped
from me time and again.

But you're not real.

You're a projection.

You'll live again.

Only to die again.

No, not this time.
True release is near.

Soon I will be free.

Great.

Second wave
coming. Yanks on the left flank!

Now what?

Come on, boys, let's
get us some Johnny Reb!

Maggie?

Knew the spa
wasn't your speed but...

Maggie!

Maggie!

What the hell?

It wasn't her.
It was a projection.

One of those holograms?

Yeah, I had a similar run-in with
Diana over in the New York arena.

Come on.

Are you sure
that wasn't really her?

Not unless she's turned
her current profession

into the world's
oldest profession.

No, look, I accidentally shot her and
she turned off right before my very eyes.

Come on. There's
another exit over there.

Why would these people want to
use images of Maggie and Diana?

Man, I don't know.
But I'm gonna find out.

I ran into that
union soldier again.

I couldn't get much out of him. All
he said was, "I died a thousand times."

Wonder what he meant by that?

Well, I'm no expert

but I guess they mean that they use the
same computer simulations over and over.

I mean, you could say that
these things die a thousand times.

I've killed a thousand times.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Remember when I told you I read a lot
when I was confined to that wheelchair?

- Yes.
- That's not all I did.

I played a lot of video games.
A lot of shoot-em-up type stuff.

I would spend hours
staring into a TV screen,

mindlessly blasting
anything that moved.

It never occurred to me that I
was blowing away images of people.

Thousands of people without
giving it a second thought.

Sounds like my ex-partner.
"Drop-em-dead" Fred.

And most of the people
on this world.

Come on.

Oops.

You caught me.

What?

Well, Mr. Einman doesn't
like us maintenance guys

to be seen by the visitors.

Kind of spoils the illusion,
if ya know what I mean.

He's for real.

All right, listen, my partner and I want
to ask you a few technical questions

about how this place operates.

Oh, I can't do that.
That's against policy.

Under no circumstances
are employees ever to show

the inner workings
of the park to the visitors.

I'm Detective John Shaft, this
is my partner here, Private Dick.

We're on a special
assignment to investigate

a number of unexplained
disappearances.

Now, we can be your
worst nightmare. You dig?

- Let's go.
- Okay.

You guys will check this out
with my supervisors, won't you?

I mean, just to be sure. Those middle
managers can be real bone-crunchers.

Thought this was the
funnest place in the world, Hal.

For the visitors
maybe. Not to the employees.

Einman runs this place
with an iron fist.

What's behind the door?

I don't know.
It's restricted.

Okay, you got kids, Hal?

Oh, you betcha.
I got Hal Jr.

He's a peach. He's president of
the Thespian Club over at the school.

And then there's Juana. She
wants to study welding some day.

I love them both.

We have us
a situation here, Hal.

A conspiracy that would rock the
foundation of this very company.

It could bring down Einman,

his entertainment empire and
everything that he stands for.

Now, would you want that
for your kids' future?

A future without Lisa Leopard?

Holy moly!

Hey, what is this?

The waiting room from hell.

You hear rumors about
this sort of thing, but...

What do you mean "rumors"?

Well, people disappearing,
stored in strange rooms.

I mean, that flap over the
Euro-Arcade was on all the papers

but no one bought into it.

Everybody figured it was
just a publicity stunt

being that the park had
laid an egg and all. But this...

Wow-ee.
This is scary stuff.

I found her.

It's okay, it's okay,
you're safe now.

Oh, I just had
the strangest dream.

It felt so real.

Oh, you shot me.

I died.

Where's Maggie?

I haven't found her yet.

Come on.

Look, what happened?

I remember.

One of the technicians told
me while they were prepping us

that the skill level of most of
the game players eventually

progressed faster
than the games themselves.

The computer game designers
needed to replicate human reaction

but they couldn't
figure out how.

So they decided to
integrate real human hosts

to drive each simulation,
each hologram.

So, what's happening now?

He just died.

You mean the hologram that
he's attached to just died.

No, he just died.

His brain does,
but only for a second.

Then he's brought back and
he's re-set for the next game.

Each host has up to a thousand uses
before its system becomes fried and...

insanity sets in.

They experience their
own death a thousand times.

This place is hell.

She's not here.

There must be 50 other rooms
like this, you know.

Your friend could be
in any one of them.

Hal, there was a young woman
in the Civil War simulation.

Maybe you've seen her?

Sure I have.

She was the reason I was
tweaking on the holo-projector.

There were no
female union soldiers.

I thought there was
a glitch in the system.

I had no idea there were,
there were bodies behind it.

Well, leave it to Maggie to
give a computer a hard time.

She must have been trying
to communicate with us.

- Mr. Flint.
- Yes, sir.

What is going on here?

I don't know, sir.

You don't know.

Look...

Those people are obviously
park visitors, not employees.

They've gained access
to the holo-hosts.

They don't belong there.

Yes, sir.

I'll get on it right away.

Yes, you should have
gotten on it earlier.

Security, this is Mr. Einman.

There are intruders
in siphoning room B.

Send a team there immediately.

Shoot to kill.

We've gotta find Maggie.

This place is gonna be
crawling with guards any minute.

I saw her hologram
on the battlefield.

When you reset the game
we'll go in and find her.

Maybe she can tell us
where she is.

No, when I saw Diana's
hologram, it didn't know me.

Wait a minute. You said you
remember my shooting you.

Oh, I remember
the whole incident.

I just couldn't do
anything about it.

They've got these inhibitors.

In order for the
projection to work,

they have to nullify
the host's personality

so it can be manipulated
by the main computer.

So, without
the personality inhibitor

maybe Maggie can
communicate with us.

Like that Union
soldier that you saw.

Listen, can these
inhibitors be turned off?

I can cut off power to select
areas of the system, yeah.

Okay, this is what
we're going to do.

We're going to shut down
that inhibitor gizmo,

find Maggie on the battlefield.

With any luck, she'll be able to
tell us where they stashed her.

It's going to be tough with all
those rent-a-cops running around.

Einman's got himself an army.

Well, then we'll just
call in the cavalry.

Take cover.

Stay here.
I got an idea.

General Lee!

We got Blue Bellies
encroaching on the left flank, sir.

They're using real bullets!

What's wrong? The reality
too much for you to handle?

I'm getting my money back.

Almost there.
Just a few more minutes.

Here comes Maggie.

Good thing they can't hurt her.

Of course they can, Mallory.

When you're hooked up to
that machine you feel it all.

You feel the pain, you feel
the bullets, and you do die.

Look, we can't let her
go through that again.

There's no telling how
much damage she's suffered.

Remmy, how much longer?

All done.

It'll take the PI's
a few minutes to wear off.

We're almost there.
Just a few more minutes.

Then we can't let those
guys get a shot on her.

What's going on?

Come on, let's get them, boys!

This isn't over yet.

Are we gonna let them get away
with all that they've done to us?

No!

How long are you gonna
keep dying

for no real reason other than
someone else's pleasure?

Huh?

Our bullets can't touch them.
They have no effect.

But we have our arms,
and our bayonets

and our rifles to use as clubs.

And I know
you're tired of this mess,

and I know you don't want
to fight anymore,

but we have one reason to fight,

probably the only
real reason to fight.

And that's for your freedom!

So, for freedom and justice,

charge!

Remember, they can't hurt you.
They're only projections!

I don't suppose turning off
those personality inhibitors

would make those
hologram bullets real.

I'm afraid not, these
guys are shooting blanks.

Yeah, well, I'm not.

We've been betrayed.

Yeah!

You should have seen
yourself leading that charge.

I should have had a camera.

How do you feel?

Okay, I guess. I'm just
not quite all here yet.

Yeah, you've got that right.

What the hell is going on here?

You shut this simulation down.

- Clear the arena.
- Yes, sir.

Game over, man.

As we used to say in the '70s,

you are busted, sucker.

Mr. Einman used a worldwide network
of vacation resorts to hijack his victims.

Of course, I had no idea this
terrible activity was going on.

Uh, I'm a family man.

Well, if it isn't
Stonewall Beckett.

- You were fantastic.
- What about me?

I lead a pretty mean charge.

Oh, yeah, I saw,

and gray is
definitely your color.

Sir, if we can
please have a statement here.

This changes very little.

People will just find
another way to get their kicks.

Don't you understand?

We're all warriors underneath.

It's just part of the ancient
animal we all carry inside of us.

There'll always be a need
for the kind of work I do.

The kind of service I provide.

You know, Einman...

I once worked in this greasy spoon
diner in the town where I grew up.

The old man there was a lousy
cook but he had a booming business.

And he once told me why.

He said, "Kid, if you
serve up nothing but slop,

"eventually people will
develop a taste for it.

"They won't want
anything else."

Think about it.

Well,

I've had my share of
rest for one lifetime.

I've had my share of lifetimes.

What do you think
of the dark now?

Maggie, I've seen it.

What are you talking about?
What did you see?

A light, a bright light
at the end of it all.

I've experienced
life beyond the cosmos

and now I've experienced
life after death.

There is a life after this one.

I guess I had to die
to realize that.

I'm not afraid of
the dark anymore.

We still have
a little over a day here.

Then let's eat.

Stopping bad guys
makes me hungry.

Great, who's for burgers?

Wait, what?
What did I say?