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What do you have?

Something in the water, sir.
10 degrees off the port bow.

Bring us 10 degrees to port.
Reduce speed to half ahead.

Aye, sir.

And man the deck guns.
Just in case.

Yes, Captain.

Ma'am, right this way.

Thank you.

This way, ma'am.
Thank you.

There you go, sir.

Ah!

Tickets, please.

I'm just kidding!

"Tickets, please." I've been
waiting years to say that.

Welcome aboard.
I'm Captain Thompson.

Captain Thompson, listen.
We're very grateful.

Very lucky is more like it.

How did you get out here?

We were out fishing.
Sprung a leak.

A big one.

Captain, where are we bound for?

Bound for trouble if we sit dead
in these waters much longer.

Prepare to get underway.

Now, if you have any needs,
please ask any member of my crew.

You're more than welcome to make
yourselves at home in my galley.

If you'll excuse me.

"Tickets, please."

Man, am I pruny.

What the hell happened?

We never slid in
underwater before.

Next thing you know, we'll be popping
out of the wormhole underground

or 1,000 feet in the air.

Something like this really shakes
my confidence in the whole process.

Thanks.

Q-Ball mentioned something
about a spatial differential failsafe,

that would only let us
slide onto dry land.

Guys, something is wrong
with the timer.

Duh.

Well, I mean,
it's having trouble locking

onto a stable set
of slide coordinates.

Getting it wet
probably didn't help.

No, it's weatherproof.

I mean, you know, seawater
shouldn't have bothered it.

Have you ever changed
the batteries in this?

Look, this is no time
for jokes, girl.

No joke. A loss of
power might explain

why we weren't able to lock
onto a solid landing site.

Did you think this thing
would just run forever?

Don't suppose a trip to Radio
Shack for batteries, would do the trick?

I can probably give
it a jump start with my PDL,

but we could be in for
some pretty rough slides.

If we slide at all.

Oh, man.

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.

We have three days
until our next slide window.

I can probably have the timer
recharged enough by then

to open the wormhole.

After that I don't know.

I wonder what
they're looking for?

It's about time we ask the
Captain where we're headed.

Maybe there be sea monsters.

Don't even joke.

You guys ready
for some good news?

Always.

We dock in Hawaii in two days.

Aloha, wahines.

Hawaii? We're not heading
back to the mainland?

What's the big deal?

I thought you guys would be
itching for a change of locale.

Haven't you ever wondered why we
always end up in Southern California?

We never slide into
New York or Paris?

It's our sliding radius.

Sliding radius?

We have about 400-mile radius

from the point
of our original slide.

So we have to be inside of that
zone when the timer reaches zero.

Or?

I don't know. We've never tried
sliding outside our zone before.

Maybe nothing happens.

Maybe you just move your
"sliding zone" and start over.

Well, maybe you're right.
But if the timer's on the fritz,

I don't want to start sliding

from some island in
the middle of the Pacific.

We could end up
in the water again.

Or the vortex might
not open up at all.

Or we could slide in
and not slide out.

- Or...
- I get the picture.

Well, we got to get
back to that mainland.

You want us to turn around?

It's very important.

Sorry, folks,

but I have cargo that needs to
be in Honolulu, day after tomorrow.

Now you can hop the next
ship back once we get there.

Should put you back in L.A.
by the end of next week.

Well, that's too late.

Too late for what?

Medical emergency.

Well, what's the problem?

Mallory has kidney stones and
he can't pass them. It's very painful.

What?

See?

I'll have the ship's
doctor take a look,

but that's the best I can do.

What about a medevac?

A what?

A chopper, a helicopter.

Something that will
fly us back into L.A.

I don't know what
a helicopter is,

but you're not going
to find an airplane

that could fly
this far out to sea.

Even if you could afford it.

Sorry.

Come to think of it, I haven't
seen a contrail since we slid in.

Why not?
Look at this ship.

They must have the
know-how to build planes.

It's not the "know-how."

It's the raw materials.

So what have you got?

Well, I checked out the
ship's library, to see if this world

has sufficient technology
to help us fix the timer.

Find that Popular
Mechanics issue on sliding?

No, but I did
stumble across a copy

of this world's periodic
table of the elements.

And?

And it goes straight from
atomic number 12 to 14.

Straight from magnesium...
Bam! Right to silicon.

There's no aluminum.

No aluminum.
How is that possible?

Well, either the geology of this
world doesn't contain the element,

or the people of this world never
mastered the electrolytic process

of separating aluminum
from bauxite.

So, this is the really
heavy stuff world?

Well, there is some
aircraft technology.

Mostly 1930s vintage, but nothing
like the modern airline industry.

This world's economy must
run on the maritime trade.

So, how do we
get off this bucket

and back onto
our sliding radius?

I suppose we could mutiny.

Joke! That was a joke!

- Captain, what's happening?
- We're being boarded!

- By who?
- Whom.

Scurvy bastards
come in out of the sun.

Can't see 'em
till it's too late.

- Who?
- Pirates!

Pirates?

Do your worst.

Are we letting this happen?

Dumb question.

Come on.

That's enough!

You should know better
than to fight back.

You might get hurt.

And what kind of
a party would this be

if I allowed my guests
to get hurt?

I must have lost my
invitation to this little shindig.

I like surprise parties.

Move that hand or you'll
get a big surprise party.

Brighton,
Henshaw, check the hold.

Hunter, I want the
charts, logbook and cargo manifest.

Yes, sir.

Good work, Mr. Brice. You
brought them right to us.

Thank you, sir.

Now get back where you belong.

- Yes, sir.
- You lying, traitorous...

Don't.

A good haul.

We've got some bad
weather coming in.

We should head back to base.

You worry too much, Brice.

We'll be back on the
mainland by nightfall.

Did you hear that?

They're heading back
to the mainland.

That doesn't do us any good.

Maybe it does.

How?

We switch sides. Throw
in our lot with these guys.

They'll take us right
back into our sliding zone.

Reality check.
These guys are killers.

They're businessmen.

Trust me, I know how gangs work.

They constantly need
new recruits.

- Fog Boy.
- Don't you dare.

Yo! Blackbeard.

Over here.

I've been watching
your operation.

- Oh?
- Yeah.

And it stinks.

You're wasting time.
You need better intel.

Find out what your
cargo is in advance

and you only go
for what you need.

In and out.

And you're just the man
to shape up our operation?

My friends and I have a
little experience in this area.

We've just been looking for
the right crew to throw in with.

What's your name?

Quinn Mallory.

And you want to join
my crew, Mr. Mallory?

It's not a question
of me wanting to join.

It's a question of
you needing me.

Quinn Mallory.

Ah, that's a seafaring name.
Irish?

Way back.

Well, let me tell you
something, Mr. Mallory.

We don't take kindly to
spies from the Coastal Guard.

- Spies?
- Oh, yeah!

We have a way of
dealing with coasties.

Wait a minute.

- The plank!
- The plank!

The plank.

Oh, man!

He couldn't keep his mouth shut.

You're making a mistake.

Oh, we'll let the
sharks decide, coastie.

I'm not a coastie!

Guys, tell them!

He's not a spy. This
ship rescued us at sea.

Yeah, ask her.

It's true.

We pulled 'em out of the soup
like a bunch of drowned wharf rats.

All right, bring him in.

Thank you.

Not so fast.

Your friend put an offer
on the table.

Do you want to
join my crew as well?

Well, that depends.

What have you got to offer me?

You'll get a standard share
of the take.

Plus I can promise you
an impressive bonus package.

Well, the last time I heard that
I got the short end of the stick.

I guarantee, you'll be satisfied
with what I can put on the table.

I'll tell you what,

I'll give you a little tryout.

If I like the way you handle
yourself, consider me on board.

You drive a hard bargain.

Yeah, well, competition
is stiff out there.

What do you think,
Mr. Brice?

Well, we've been short-handed
since the Monterey raid.

And if it doesn't work out,

he'll fetch a fair price in San
Francisco. Cut our losses.

Welcome aboard.

Nice job.

You knew that man wasn't a spy,

but you weren't going
to stop me?

The men love a good planking.

Where are we?

You won't find it on any map.

Hello, darlin'.

That's just the way we like it.

Don't you worry about the people
telling the coasties where you are?

The locals have no love
for the coasties.

The Marine use taxes
are bleeding them dry.

We take care of them.

They take care of us.

Sort of like Robin Hood.

Robin who?

You steal from the rich
and you give to the poor.

You got that half right.

Oh!

Somebody just grabbed my...

Well, they grabbed me.

That's just an
old-fashioned pirate "howdy."

Well, whatever happened to
buying a girl a drink?

You haven't spent much
time in a place like this, have you?

I used to go to the
student union for a beer.

It could get pretty
rowdy around finals.

Any luck with that timer?

No, I haven't been able
to recharge it.

That pirate Brice won't
let us out of her sight.

I don't think these people
entirely trust us.

Well, good evening.

I hope everything meets
with your approval.

Well, if we have any complaints,
you'll be the first to know.

We appreciate the hospitality.

Of course.
I take care of my crew.

I thought perhaps you'd
like a tour of our operation.

See what you're getting
yourself into.

Your friends are welcome, too,

if you'd feel more comfortable.

That's okay, I don't
need any chaperones.

Lead on.

These guys called
themselves Smokers.

A biker gang.

They had this little contest
where you'd take a long pole

and you run full bore
at each other.

Try to knock the other
guy off on his rear.

I can tell you I cracked
a few ribs that day.

Not all of them mine.

Yeah!

Games.

You think riding a bike
and waving a stick around

qualifies you to run with us?

You slip up around here
and you'll wind up dead.

Or worse, you'll wind up
making me dead.

I can take care of myself.

Yeah? Well, good.

I'm not going to end up
hanging from a coastie yardarm

because you can't
handle a real fight.

Why is he always getting
into fights with women?

The boy's got some issues.

We've been sailing out of this
cove for about three years now.

Hitting the shipping lanes.

Taking what we need to live and
giving the rest to our friends here.

Well, then I'm glad
I'm your friend.

I've seen what you do
to your enemies.

We do what we have to,
to protect our way of life.

That include a good
keelhauling once in a while?

I didn't expect you
to be so squeamish.

You asked to join us, remember?

I don't like killing.

Good.

I won't have any man
on my crew who does.

But I'll kill.

Or die to protect my people.

I have a feeling
you'd do the same.

You don't care for me,
do you, Maggie?

You're a good leader.
Competent, loyal.

You take care of your people.

But it's not enough.

What good is a fight
without a cause?

It's one thing to break the law

for something you
really believe in,

but if you're doing this
just for the fun of it,

well, then you're nothing
more than a common thief.

Well, what's your cause?

It's more like a quest.

All right. Tell me.

Maybe some other time.

Thanks for the tour.

Did you find
out anything from Paxton?

Other than he's
charming, smart, and dedicated as hell.

I'm just thinking about
sliding out of here.

Well, don't get your hopes up.

I thought you said that you
could recharge the timer?

I can. The problem is we're
nowhere near our sliding radius.

Well, where are we?

Well, my best guess is we are
somewhere south on the Baja Peninsula.

It's hard to tell precisely, but I'd say
we're at least 100 miles too far south.

Unless we can get out of here
and back in our sliding zone,

we don't dare open the wormhole.

I say we jump ship.
Head north.

We've still got two days to
make it to our sliding radius.

How? The only way out of
this village is by sea.

We steal a boat.

Really? And how long do you
think before Paxton catches us?

He's already suspicious of us.

We try to steal out of here,

they're gonna think we're
coastie spies for sure.

I'm not ready to get fitted for
an eye patch and a peg leg.

I say we risk it.

I'm not ready to be
drawn and quartered.

Whatever the devil that
means. I say we don't.

Time to earn your keep. Be
down at the docks in five minutes.

What's going on?

A shipment we've been expecting
came into San Diego today.

We hit the cargo terminal
in two hours.

Isn't it a little late
to be sailing?

We find the cover of darkness
helps facilitate our illegal activities.

Five minutes.

Yo-ho-ho!

Brice, take the new
men and head that way.

You know what we're looking for.

Aye.

You're with me.

Come on.

What are we looking for?

What are you doing?

He's gone.

Can't be too careful.

Brice, southwest corner.

I've found it.

Found what?

Trick or treat.

What, are we stealing guns?

Let's just say the coasties won't
be too happy about losing this.

Less talkin', more totin'.

This is our chance.

I saw some trucks
parked outside.

We hot-wire one
and we're out of here.

Yeah, we're close
to our sliding zone.

Okay, I like this plan.

They'll notice we're gone.

- So?
- So?

Right.

Yo-ho-ho!

Redfield.

Come on, let's go.

There's something going on.

Yeah, a diversion.
Count your blessings.

It has been a while, Captain.

You've looked better.

The kids must love you
on Halloween.

You try stitching yourself
up with fishing line

and a sharpened chicken bone
and see how you look.

Which reminds me, I still owe
you a little something in return.

I don't suppose that would be
a fair trial by a jury of my peers?

You may call me...

"Your Honor".

- Maggie, come on.
- Maggie.

You won't end this by
putting a bullet in me.

How about
a couple of dozen bullets?

Maggie!

Now, how did that bring
us any closer to our sliding radius?

Why, gee, look where
we are again.

I wasn't going to run while
those men were being executed.

Those men are the bad guys.

Are they? Why don't we just
ask the people of the village.

They made me walk the plank.

And that's a bad thing?

Look, I don't care if there's something
going on between you and Paxton.

What?

But you may have cost us our
only shot at getting out of here.

Hey, just calm down.

Maggie made a judgment call.
We live with it and we move on.

What are you saying, Remmy?

You think I blew the call, too?

It doesn't matter.

We'll find another way out.

Oh, man.

I wanted to thank you.

Can't act too grateful in front of the
men, though, it makes me look wimpy.

Can't have that.

You saved my life.

You're welcome.

What if I needed to leave here?

Well, I wouldn't be
too happy about that.

You still pursuing your quest?

I'm not quite sure
what that is anymore.

What about you?

What about me?

What are you doing here?

Drinking? Fighting?

Waking up every morning with
a black eye and fresh tattoo?

If that's what you've got
to offer, I think I'll pass.

I used to be a captain
in the Merchant Marine.

Played by the rules,
made a pretty good living

running freight
up and down the coast.

Steering clear of your kind.

It wasn't the pirates
you had to worry about.

The coasties want you to believe
they're protecting the sea lanes.

But men like Redfield are...

black hearted.

It isn't enough that the coasties
bleed us dry with the Marine taxes,

then you have to line their
pockets just to stay in business.

I refused to pay
Redfield his kickback.

So, he and his thugs
bombed my ship.

Sunk it right
in Santa Barbara harbor.

My wife and my son
were on board.

You think we're just
a bunch of thieves.

There's not a man on this crew who
hasn't lost someone to the coasties.

That's our cause.

I'm so sorry.

I know what it's like
to lose someone.

Do you?

Yes.

It's been a while.

You could have fooled me.

My life doesn't leave
much room for romance.

Tell me.

Well, we're not in
one place for very long.

And what little time we do have,

we spend hustling up a job

or scrounging for food.

Staying one step ahead
of the local authorities.

But we meet some
good people sometimes.

People we'd really like
to get to know better.

But then we just have to leave.

It sounds lonely.

But, you know,

it's not really
a bad life either.

It's exciting.

We always have our friends.

I know.

Yeah, I guess you do.

Thanks for not running out
on me last night.

You knew about that?

Mmm-hmm.

I know that you have
something you need to do,

but if it can wait...

What was that?

Wait here.

Like hell.

Brice!

How did they get past
the lookouts?

They must have come
ashore up the coast, sir.

Defensive positions!

Maggie?

You guys okay?

Yeah, for the moment.

Where have you been?

Around.

What do we do?

Take no prisoners!

Don't get caught.

We're sitting ducks out here.

I'm going for that gun.

Mallory!

Thanks.

I'm not here to save your tail.

Why did you?

It's not a bad looking tail.

You two are coming with me.

Aw, hell's bells.

We have them on the run, lads.

Let's go!
Move it out!

Get back! Get back!

Go! Go!

They got Mallory and Brice.

What's our next move?

We leave fast.

Redfield must have
tracked us after the last raid.

He'll be back soon
with more men.

I don't know if you've noticed,
but you're short a couple of men.

I noticed.

Mallory is a member of
your crew. Just like Brice.

I thought that meant
something to you.

It does.

Do you think I don't know
what Redfield will do to them?

I sailed with Brice a long time.

I know she wouldn't want any
more of her mates to end up like that.

And that is just what will
happen if we go after them.

What if it were me
they've captured?

Well, you tell me.

Would you want me to risk
their lives to come after you?

Right.

So give us some weapons,
we'll go ourselves.

Forget it!

Why?

I don't want to
risk losing you, too.

I'll need a new first mate.

I'll think about it.

If you help us
to rescue Mallory.

There's something I think
you should hear.

The repeated
attacks on life and property must stop.

As an example to those
who flout our maritime laws,

the prisoners taken
in this morning's raid

will be publicly executed
at noon tomorrow.

However, leniency may be shown

if the property stolen
from the government docks

in San Diego is returned intact.

Okay, that's it.

We return the cargo you stole
in exchange for Mallory.

Keep loading the boats. I want
to be out of here in one hour.

It isn't that easy.

No, it is that easy.

You load the crates onto the
boat and then we make the swap.

What's in those crates that's more
important than the lives of your men?

Cloth?

It's more than just cloth.

This is carbon fiber.

And?

Well, you coat it
in a special resin

and you can
shape it into any form.

Once it hardens it's stronger
than steel and it's very lightweight.

You build airplanes out of it.

So that's what
this is all about.

Anyone who owns this stuff
can start a whole aircraft industry.

Or they can reshape the
entire economy of this world.

Right.

And that's why I am going
to dump it in the ocean.

Oh. What? Why?

I know why.

Once they can build planes that
are big enough to move lots of cargo,

merchant ships become obsolete.

You become obsolete.

I'm not ready to give up
our way of life.

And you think by destroying this
one shipment, you're going to save it?

It's a start.

If you destroy this stuff,
someone else is going to make it.

You think if Edison hadn't
invented the light bulb,

someone else wouldn't
have thought of it?

I am not ready to sacrifice
who we are, not without a fight.

Well, if you're going to fight,
you're going to fight alone.

Because I cannot stand by and watch
you beat your head against the future.

You have to know
when it's time to move on.

Right on time.

I love punctuality.

Where is Paxton?

Couldn't make it.

I was authorized to
negotiate in his place.

There's nothing to negotiate.

Is this my cargo?

Wait a minute.

Where are our men?

Bring 'em in.

You okay?

Oh, yeah. These guys
have been the perfect hosts.

Send them around.

I'll talk to you later.

There it is.

Yes, it is.

I will see you all hang
on the 6:00 news.

My only regret is that my old
friend Paxton won't be with you.

I hate to disappoint
an old friend.

Trick or treat.

Your days are numbered, Paxton.

Maybe.

Maybe it is.

But yours are over.

I've been waiting to
do this for a long time.

For my wife.

For my son.

Paxton.

Is this what they would
have wanted?

Let's get out of here.

Thanks for the rescue.

I told you.
I take care of my crew.

So, how are we doing?

Charged up and in the zone.

We should make
the slide at least.

It's been fun.

Even if you were going
to feed me to the sharks.

Ah, there are no sharks
in these waters.

You sure I can't
convince you to stay?

I've seen what you can do.

It's tempting.
But I...

Your quest.

Yeah.

I kind of got lost for a while.

But you helped
get me back on track.

How?

By helping me remember
how much I love my job.

What will you do now?

Oh, there's plenty of
opportunity for a man like me.

Maybe I'll learn to fly.

You'd be a natural.

It's time.

Maybe I'll see you again.