All language subtitles for Synchronicity 2015

(whirring)

Man: Balance metric pressure
at 057.

Man 2: Metric pressure
sustaining 057.

Releasing valves.

Prepare to load M.R.D.

Radioactivity meters online,
ready for exposure.

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Man: Docking hatch
open and clear.

M.R.D. removed
from containment.

Preparing to load.

Hold full exposure duration
at no more than 10 seconds.

9, 8...

7, 6...

5, 4...

3, 2...

1.

M.R.D. in place.

Close hatch.

Turn handle left 45 degrees.

Lock it at high noon
to engage sequence.

- (whirring)
- (buzzing)

(alarm blaring)

Left 45, then right.

Left... right.

You just caused
a thermonuclear explosion,

wiped out the whole city.

Sorry, Jim.

I promise I'll get it right
on the day.

This is the day, Matty.

- (sighs)
- You want us to switch?

No, there's no time for him
to learn the meters.

I'll never understand how
you're able to solve

the most complex
mathematical equations,

but you can't tell
left from right.

It's a form of dyscalculia.

The parietal lobes of
my cerebral cortex...

Jim: Okay.
We have time for one more

practice run at this.
Reset everything.

We've been at this
for 72 hours straight.

Only two more
till we go live.

I'll get you
some more coffee.

(sighs) Coffee, amphetamines,
more coffee.

You're gonna kill yourself.

We are precious moments from
a topological anomaly.

Is that what I should tell
everyone at your funeral?

No.

You signed
a confidentiality agreement.

(whirring)

Jim Beale, project log.

Part one of the experiment.

Tentative results.

Opening a traversable wormhole
in the space-time continuum,

first ever recorded.

This tear that I will create
in the fabric of the universe

is powered by M.R.D.

Extremely volatile,
radioactive substance,

so, of course,
all precautions will be taken.

Possible dangers range from
manageable radiation leak to...

Well, the universe
collapsing onto itself.

It's now 47 minutes
until we initiate

the first part
of the sequence...

opening one end of
the wormhole.

Okay.
He should be here.

I'm gonna give him
the Big Bang speech.

Oh, Jim, give him the fireworks.
That's what he's here for.

Now, once opened,
we should detect

a unique sequence of particles
sent through from

the other side,
a sequence so unique

that we will know that we
sent them to ourselves.

And I will have
proof of the findings

to show our venture capitalist,
Klaus Meisner.

And he will then provide
the necessary M.R.D.

for us to open
the other end.

Let's see
what I'm paying for.

Then we will send this unique
sequence of particles

back through to ourselves,

thereby proving that the project
is a success.

The Big Bang.
We have proven theories...

This isn't my ideal situation.

To have an investor

be this kind of major factor
in an experiment.

But I only have enough M.R.D.
to open one end.

We are about to embark
on a journey

- that's going to take...
- Enough of the physics lesson.

Get on with the light show.

This whole thing is
an experiment in certainty.

I'm certain it will work.

(beeping)

Jim: Balance metric pressure
at 057.

Matty: Metric pressure
sustaining 057.

Releasing valves.

Docking hatch open and clear.

Jim: Prepare to load M.R.D.

M.R.D. removed
from containment.

Hold full exposure no longer
than 10 seconds.

9, 8...

7, 6...

5, 4...

3, 2...

1.

M.R.D. in place.

Close hatch.

Turn handle left 45 degrees.

Lock it at high noon.

Engage sequence.

Here we go.

(whirring)

- (buzzing)
- (crackling)

Man: Jim.

Jim.

(gasps and breathes heavily)

We thought you were
having a seizure.

Did it work?

Kept you from
biting your tongue.

- No, the machine.
- The magnetic core melted.

- The regulator's blown.
- Where's Klaus?

He left when
you were unconscious.

You can only burn a candle
at both ends for so long.

You should go home
and get some sleep.

I sold my home
to pay you and Matty.

(sighs)

Maybe it was sabotage.

- Right.
- No, I'm serious.

Maybe it was visitors
from the future

who came back
to destroy our project

because it eventually leads to
some distant apocalypse.

- It's a distinct possibility.
- (chuckles)

Guys.

Look what I found.

It's an exotic hybrid
of the dahlia genus.

There.
Right there.

That black speck.

Could be a missing pixel.

- It's moving.
- Yeah. There it goes.

Jim: There.

- I think that was Matty.
- No, no, I saw someone.

I saw it before
I blacked out.

It looked like a person.
Not Matty.

It went out the front.

(alarm blares)

Where did you
just come from?

I should be asking you.
How did you do that?

- What?
- That.

How did you get here?

In a car.
How did you get here?

You didn't just walk
through a wormhole?

You're making me
feel like I did.

I just met you.

Then why are you acting
like you know me?

I don't.

- (knock on window)
- You left before you could see.

It was a success.

Didn't appear that way to me,
Mr. Beale.

If you just come back
into the lab.

You've wasted my money.
Now you're wasting my time.

I can prove to you
that it worked.

But I'm already late
for a previous engagement.

We made history tonight.

I'm sure whoever it is
will understand.

"Whoever it is" is my wife.

She's already
at the restaurant,

and I assure you,
she will not understand.

Why don't you and
your little friend join us

and we can
discuss this over dinner?

We just met.

- Another time, then.
- No. no, no, no.

We would love to join you
and your wife for dinner,

- wouldn't we?
- Abby.

- Abby.
- Abby.

What's going on, Jim?

Start running preliminary tests
on the flower.

I'm gonna go to dinner
with the Meisners and Abby.

Okay.

(car door closes)

Who's Abby?

Jim: What we've done
is folded

on top of itself
by forming a tunnel,

a shortcut between
one location in space-time

to another light-years away.

But in order to
traverse a wormhole,

you have to have
two openings.

What we did tonight
was open one end of it.

Where's the other end?

We have to do it again
to find out.

I'm not sure I follow.

The way it works is,

you need a transmitter
and a receiver.

Now, like a telephone...
I'm mixing metaphors here,

but you can't
complete a call

without another phone
involved.

We already have
the receiver.

We got the call.

How much?

It's not capital
I'm asking for.

No, for the whole project.

The research, the formulas,

the machine, everything.
How much?

It's not for sale.

Then what do you want,
Mr. Beale?

- Another unit of M.R.D.
- And for that I get what, 10%?

We're talking about
dangerous radioisotopes,

enriched uranium,
yellowcake,

the sort of thing
countries go to war over.

Not anymore, once we have
the ability

to answer the fundamental
questions of the universe.

But how will we make money
on our investment?

With all due respect,

we're not talking about
hover cars and x-ray goggles.

We're talking about an epoch
of human evolution.

Pardon my pedestrian
viewpoint, Mr. Beale,

but how do you plan
to market that?

Pardon my pedestrian viewpoint
for a moment, Ms. Meisner.

Do you know who
pioneered electricity?

Of course.

Thomas Edison.

I thought so, too.

Until I stumbled upon a book
about Nikola Tesla.

You see, Tesla was working
towards a way

to get everyone
on the planet safe, free,

limitless electricity,
and he would have,

except Edison did everything
in his power

to discredit him
and crush his reputation.

Mm.

Edison's company
developed a patent

for an inefficient current
you had to pay for.

Tesla wanted to
better the world.

And Edison forced us all
to have a monthly power bill

because he was envious
of a profound idea.

Now, I don't have a horse
in this race,

but I would put
my money on Jim,

because he's Tesla,
and Edison was a dick.

(car door opens and closes)

I'll supply you
with the M.R.D.

But I want to own
half the machine.

Can't do that.

Well, you see, my company

is in the enviable position

of being the sole
manufacturer of M.R.D.

So, best of luck.

Forty-nine percent.

And money for the repairs.

You have a week.

I won't sleep
till it's complete.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You want to share a cab?

Jim: Was I playing
the beard tonight?

(chuckles)
Why do you ask?

Well, either you came
to the lab with Klaus

or you got there
through the wormhole.

I did arrive with Klaus.

But I'm leaving with you.

That kiss could've cost me
millions of dollars.

Would it have been worth it?

(chuckles)

I'd have to do more research,

eliminate the variables.

Mm.

This is me.

You sure he won't mind?

He went home...

with his wife.

(door closes)

(keys jingle)

Drinks?

Black coffee for me.

KMC 0-14.

You like my dahlia?

(cellphone ringing)

Yeah.
Where did you get it?

- (beep)
- (ringing stops)

(cellphone ringing)

Sorry.
I have to take this.

(beep)

Chuck, what do you got?

What are you doing?

Uh, talking to you.

What time do you have
exactly to the second?

9:45:22, 23.

Come on, get on with it.

When did you and I
first meet?

- What is this?
- Just tell me.

- It's important.
- Uh, 10 years ago

at that karaoke bar
with the weird name.

What's going on?

So, we've known each other
a long time.

- We trust each other?
- Yeah.

Stay away from that girl.
She's no good for you.

What?

Just don't tell her

or anyone else
about the experiment.

We're onto something
much bigger than we imagined.

(beep)

(door opens)

(door closes)

- (beep)
- (door opens)

What are you
doing here, Jim?

I went to the lab.
You guys were gone.

You should go back.
We'll meet you there.

No, no, no, you called.
You said something...

We were onto something.

And what was this stuff
about Abby?

(high-pitched screeching)

(groans)

My head is killing me.

See?

I told you you need to stop
popping those pills

and get some sleep.

What did you mean earlier

when you were
talking about Abby?

Let me get you some pills.

Chuck.

Chuck, I figured it out.
It makes sense.

I finally see it now.

Fucking intense.

(high-pitched screeching)

(Jim groaning)

Matty, stop.
You're giving Jim a headache.

This isn't a headache.
This is a lightning storm

between my temples.
Just tell me,

what did you mean earlier
when you were talking about...

How long was I out?

Huh?
Oh, Jim, you're awake.

Um, you were unconscious for
approximately 8.5 hours.

Why didn't you wake me?

Your biological imperative

requires a minimum amount
of dormancy per day

in order to
properly function.

But you should lie back down
in case of another...

I just needed some sleep.
I got plenty.

Where'd you get that jacket?

Haven't you considered
the correlation

between your episodes and
the arrival of KMC 0-14?

KMC 0...

The serial number
of the dahlia.

We have to wait for Chuck
to get back.

You and Chuck meet me
at the lab.

We have another wormhole
to open.

- We have to wait for Chuck.
- (door opens)

(beep)

(exclaims)

Man: Hey, did you forget
your keys?

Is this the residence
of Abby Ross?

She's not here.

This is Jim Beale.
I'm a friend of hers.

Hey, sleepyhead,
looking for me?

Is there a man
in your place?

I guess you buzzed
my neighbor by accident.

I need to see your flower.

Wow, classy.

I am a lady.

You can at least buy me
breakfast first.

(beep)

Do they even
serve breakfast here?

Two morning specials, Mike.

Your dahlia,
where did you get it?

It was a gift.

Exotic plants like that
are hard to come by.

It's an expensive present.

Ahh.

(sighs)

It was from someone who
gave me everything I wanted

except a minute of his time.

Well, time is our only
real currency.

Hm.

Meeting you was the most
important part of my experiment.

Is that a fact?

Hm. No, it's not a fact.

I, uh, only meant to say
that your dahlia,

that may be important
to my research.

Mm-hmm.

Hit me again, Mike.

Or maybe not,
I don't know.

Right now it's just a theory.

So, what's all this fuss
about my dahlia?

How do I know I can
really trust you?

The truth will set you free.

The ID number
matches the one

that came through
the wormhole.

But that's probably
just a coincidence.

You people don't believe
in coincidences.

Sure we do.
Yeah.

Einstein himself said that

they're God's way of
remaining anonymous.

So, your machine working
was total happenstance.

No. No, that was me.
I did it.

I'm the one that came up with
the idea that made it work.

And what was that?

The rotation of the earth.

The biggest obstacle
in opening a wormhole

is creating enough energy.

Not unlike
the tremendous amount of energy

that an entire planet makes
as it spins on its axis.

The power is there.

I didn't have to generate it.

I just thought of a way
to utilize it.

Kind of like us.

I mean, the energy's there.

We just got to think of
a way to use it.

(both breathing heavily)

(elevator bell dings)

(high-pitched screeching)

(high-pitched screeching)

(echoing) Jim?

Are you okay?

(echoing) Chuck.

You found me.

Technology's
come a long way.

Not being found is hard.

I think we sent this
to ourselves.

Chuck...

You were right
about the girl.

Jim: 5, 4...

3, 2...

Chuck: Jim.
Jim, Jim.

The pressure dropped below 029.
We have to abort.

All right, abort.
It's that damn bracket again.

We're gonna have to
reconfigure the output.

It might take a while
to recalibrate.

Chuck: Why don't you
take a break?

Jim: I like your lighter.

Take it, it's yours.

Needs fuel.
Hand me those matches.

So, my flower's
really the same one

that came through
your wormhole?

I'd have to run some tests
to know for sure.

What's my finder's fee?

What?

Abby: Okay, fine.

I'll settle for one
butterfly kiss.

(chuckles softly)

(chuckles)

It's a match, Jim.

Identical DNA match.

KMC 0-14, you're the first
organism to time-travel.

Yes, but in
a parallel-universe scenario,

we have to consider that
the Klaus Meisner Corporation

- may not have...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What did you just say?
- Parallel universe?

- We have to...
- No, no.

Klaus Meisner Corporation.

KMC 0-14.
Klaus Meisner Corporation 0-14.

They license exotic plants
and flowers for domestic use.

- (cellphone ringing)
- We have to take into account

the very distinct possibility

that these two plants
when they traversed...

Jim Beale.

Man: I have Klaus Meisner
for you.

Yeah, put him through.

Klaus: Mr. Beale, you have
the dahlia in your possession.

Yes.
Did she tell you that?

I want you in my office
to go over the contracts.

What's going on here?

You're about to get fucked.

(click)

(sighs)

Klaus: Logic.

Rationale.
Dignity.

All seem to disappear with
the scent of that perfume.

Good reason, common sense,
they just go by the wayside

'cause of the way her hair
breaks across her forehead

and frames her eyes.
The total reckless abandon

that you have absolutely no
control over, Mr. Beale.

Have a seat.

I prefer to stand when I'm
getting it from behind.

You watch your tone.
If you're gonna come at me,

you better come hard and fast
and be willing

to go all the way,
because I never lose.

Klaus, listen.

You call me Mr. Meisner.

My best friends and associates
call me Klaus,

but you, sir,
are neither.

You are an employee.

I don't work for you.

The hard cost
of one unit of M.R.D.

is $5 million,
give or take a little.

What for you is a small fortune
is for me negligible.

I've lost larger sums
in the cushions of my sofa.

But you need M.R.D. for
your machine to work.

Therefore you come to me,
hat in hand, begging.

Forty-nine percent of my project
hardly makes you my boss.

Well, this is true,
but you need tangible proof

that your prototype works,

evidence that you've actually
created a traversable wormhole.

And to do that,
you need to be able

to send the original specimen,
which is registered as KMC 0-14,

back through
to the other side.

Now...

It just so happens that
I own all copyrights,

commercial and private,
for all KMC products,

which means...

This is your lucky day.

I'm willing to sell to you
those rights

for let's say,
50% of your operation.

Now, if you put that together
with the 49% I already own...

Let's crunch the numbers,
that leaves you with...

One percent for your efforts.

Now, if you want to
finish this experiment

that leads to
the invention of time travel,

then you, Mr. Beale,
work for me.

You are an employee.

So you slipped up.

Had a moment of weakness.

I have to admit, she's
an incredible piece of ass.

But you and I both know
you're not gonna walk away

from the find of the century

because of whose name's gonna
end up in the textbooks.

(echoing) Like our little friend
said, you're Tesla,

and I'm quite content being just
another Edison of the world.

(high-pitched screeching)

(screeching stops)

(whirs)

Jim Beale.

Project log, final entry

before zero hour
of the experiment.

A piercing sound
has been cutting through

every synapse of my brain
ever since

I opened the first end
of the wormhole.

It's finally ceased.

Hopefully for good.

Klaus Meisner has me
on the ropes.

He knew that I needed
a correlative between side "a"

and side "b" to prove that
the machine works.

Otherwise, it's just a bunch
of blinking lights.

I mean, if I send the dahlia
back to myself,

then he owns my machine.

Wait, what are you doing?

I'm taking it back
to its rightful owner.

The one variable in this
is Abby.

And I need her
to be a constant.

So if the fate of my machine
is predetermined,

it has to be because of her
that the dahlia goes through.

She has to be the one to put it
through the wormhole.

(elevator bell dings)

If she brings it to the lab,
if she comes there with Klaus...

that is very
fucking unfortunate,

but at least I will know.

(muffled conversation)

(sighs)

Jim.

I really wasn't expecting you.

You don't have
to invite me in.

Good. It's a bit of a mess
in there at the moment.

The gun is to my head.

But I'm sure as shit not gonna
pull the trigger myself.

This is yours.

You get to decide
what happens.

In two days, I'm gonna
start the machine,

and I'll open the wormhole.

But now it's up to you
what goes through it.

You have to make the choice.

Mr. Meisner, would you be
so kind as to wait here

while I escort Ms. Ross
and her dahlia

to the lab floor?

So, this is the way
it's gonna be?

It's the way it has to be.

The way it is.

It only seems that way now,

but eventually you will see it
in a different light.

We had our time together.

Goodbye, Jim.

Put these on.

Wouldn't want you
to miss a thing.

(hissing)

5, 4...

3, 2...

1.

Matty: M.R.D. in place.

Jim: Close hatch.

Turn handle left 45 degrees.

Lock it at high noon.

Engage sequence.

Commence graviton resonance.

You may own the dahlia,
but you don't own me.

(whooshing)

(breathing heavily)

(alarm blares)

(buzzing)

Do you have a light?

Matches?

Two sticks I can
rub together?

Yeah.

Recognize that?

Should I?

It's yours.

It is now. Thanks.

What you and Klaus are doing
is wrong, and it has to stop.

- Excuse me?
- I know what you're up to,

and I'm not gonna
let it happen again.

That's none of your business.

It'll be my business if you
and I get involved.

Does this technique
usually work for you?

Or have you been cooped up
in the lab too long,

- you've forgotten how to flirt?
- Listen, I'm onto you.

I should have known that
someone as intelligent

and as beautiful
as you are, I should have

known there had to be
some kind of catch.

There is a catch.

(echoing) It's a big one.

- (buzzing)
- (gasps)

(door closes)

Where did you
just come from?

I should be asking you.
How did you do that?

- What?
- That.

How did you get here?

You didn't just walk
through a wormhole?

You're making me
feel like I did.

I just met you.

(echoing) Then why are you
acting like you know me?

I don't.

(door closes)

Tell me, Matty, again
where it was.

It was exactly right here.

You and I both almost
stepped on it.

I didn't. I didn't see it
when I came in.

I would've seen it, Matty.

When I was on the stairs,
I came here,

and I almost tripped on it.

Jim? I thought you were
at dinner with Klaus.

I am.

Let's try this.

That's my phone.

Now, call it with yours.

(cellphone ringing)

(beep)

- It went to voicemail.
- (beep)

Right. Try it again.

(scoffs)

(dialing)

(cellphone ringing)

It's ringing.

- (beep)
- Jim: Chuck, what do you got?

- What are you doing?
- Uh, talking to you.

What time do you have
exactly to the second?

What? 9:45:22, 23.
Come on, get on with it.

It could be an imposter.

Ask him something
only you and I know.

Uh, when did you and I
first meet?

What is this?

Just tell me.
It's important.

Uh, 10 years ago
at that karaoke bar

with the weird name.
What's going on?

Ten years ago at the karaoke
bar with the weird name?

I didn't know that.

Chuck, you there?

Now, tell me not to
trust Abby Ross.

She's just using me.

What? No.

You're my best friend.
I will understand.

So, we've been friends
a long time.

- We trust each other?
- Yeah.

Stay away from that girl.
She's no good for you.

What?

Just don't tell her or anyone
else about the experiment.

We're onto something much bigger
than we imagined.

(beep)

- So, that happened.
- What is it?

Matty, you ever been to
a Native American orgy?

- No.
- It's fucking intense.

I don't get it.

If I'm doing
my math correctly,

then there is
a good chance that

I'm on my way here
right now.

- How do you know?
- 'Cause it's what I did before.

(door opens)

(door closes)

I'm telling you, this is
where I'm coming next.

We don't know that for sure.

We need to keep you
isolated from the world

as much as possible to avoid
any collisions of causality.

But my being here hasn't
effected any real change yet.

That we know about.

We have to make sure
that the machine

doesn't fall into
the wrong hands.

Uncover the conspiracy
before it's too late.

What are you now,
a secret agent?

You're a scientist,
and as a man of science,

you need to step back,
breathe,

and take a moment
to properly analyze the data.

Jim: Fine.

Let me stay here and observe

this strange new habitat
I've encountered.

Oh.

What is this?

(gasps)
It's a remote control.

In our time, we use it to
operate the television.

Oh, wow.

In the future, we control
the TV with our minds.

Chuck: Oh, right.

You're only five days
ahead of us.

This isn't a game.

You're now part of
the experiment, Jim,

the same as the dahlia.

That means we have to
study you the same way,

follow the process.

I need you to go
step by step

and tell us exactly
how you did it.

What did it feel like?

The wormhole opened.
I jumped in.

(sighs)

I don't know why you're
being so obtuse.

Because we're wasting time

sitting around here
yapping about it.

We must take action.
I got duped.

We have to strike back.

We can't do anything until we
fully understand what happened.

We are messing with the primal
forces of nature here.

The primal forces of nature

are telling me I have
to take a piss.

(sighs)

(beep, door opens)

What are you
doing here, Jim?

I went to the lab.
You guys were gone.

You should go back.
We'll meet you there.

No, no, no, you called.
You said something...

We were onto something.

And what was this stuff
about Abby?

(indistinct talking)

My head is killing me.

See?
I told you

you need to stop
popping those pills

and get some sleep.

What did you mean earlier

when you were
talking about Abby?

Let me get you some pills.

Stay in here.
Don't come out,

no matter what you hear.
Give me the aspirin.

Matty: Chuck, I get it now.
It makes sense.

I finally see it now.
Fucking intense.

(Jim groaning)

Matty, stop.
You're giving Jim a headache.

No, this isn't a headache.

This, this is
a lightning storm

between my temples.
(groans)

What were you
saying earlier?

When we were on the phone,
you said something about

not trusting Abby
and then we were

onto something bigger.
(groans loudly)

Matty: No, no, no.

- No, no, no, no.
- Matty.

This is far too much
to calculate.

You have to keep it together.

- Matty, look at me.
- You can't... No, no.

Look at me.
Sing the pi song.

♪ 3.14159 ♪

Yeah, there you go.
Sing it.

- ♪ 265358 ♪
- Yeah.

♪ 93238... ♪

(door closes)

Jim.

Shit.

Time travel made that guy
a real asshole.

(beeping)

(intercom ringing)

(beep)

The drink offer
is rescinded.

Okay.

But what about coffee?
Does that count?

I never had a chance
to finish my coffee.

What do you want, Jim?

Look, I know I left
without saying goodbye,

but if you let me back up,
I just want a chance

to apologize for leaving
the way that I did.

(beeping)

So, let's hear it.

It better be good if you want
to see what's underneath.

I know what's underneath...
trouble.

Do I really have to explain
how this works?

You grovel at my feet.

And then...

I came here with a plan.

There's so much that
I want to say.

(muffled voices)

I don't know where to start.

(voices talking backwards)

There's certain tribes
in the Amazon

where women use shamanistic
ritual to control their men

by driving them to insanity.

Are you a shaman?

No, I'm just a girl.

I'm sorry.

I'll take it.

(intercom ringing)

- (sighs)
- (electricity crackles)

- Ow!
- Ow!

(static)

Is this the residence
of Abby Ross?

She's not here.

This is Jim Beale.

I'm a friend of hers.

Hey, sleepyhead,
looking for me?

Is there a man
in your place?

Abby: I guess you buzzed
my neighbor by accident.

- I need to see your flower.
- Wow, classy.

I am a lady.

You can at least buy me
breakfast first.

Jim: The biggest obstacle
in opening a wormhole

is creating
enough energy.

Not unlike the tremendous
amount of energy

that an entire planet makes
as it spins on its axis.

The power is there.

I just thought of a way
to utilize it.

Double or nothing
if I hit it again.

I'll take those odds.

The booze just hit me.

Not much of a drinker.

(indistinct talking)

(indistinct talking)

Give me that.

Ready?

(door opens)

Not being found is hard.

Especially when there's
two of you.

That's not me, 'cause I'm
sitting right here.

He might as well be
some other guy.

But it's not.

That is you a week younger.

But from now on, she's only
gonna be with me.

How can you know that?

Because that's what I'm
about to make sure of.

Whoa, Jim. Jim!

This isn't some
relationship problem.

It's a little bigger than you
and that girl.

Not to me.
Not anymore.

You can't go around
changing the past

because you got
your feelings hurt.

This is not the past for you.

I'm not changing anyone's past
but my own.

No matter what happens
to that guy,

I'm still gonna feel
this way, right?

I have no idea.

You're the first person
to ever do this.

Well, then the only way that
I know how to fix my past

is by taking control
of my future.

What about the fact
that she's using you

to get to the machine?

She's not.
She's using him.

And that puts me in
a fantastic position

to turn it all around.

(grunts)

Jim?

You okay?

Chuck.

You found me.

Technology's
come a long way.

Not being found is hard.

(door closes)

You taste like ash.

(intercom ringing)

Who's that?

Just ignore it.
They'll go away.

Will they?

They will.

(ringing continues)

(beep)

It's Klaus.

Then definitely ignore it.

Doesn't he know I'm here?

I don't care
if he knows or not.

Well, tell him.

Tell him everything is going
according to plan.

- What are you talking about?
- Answer it.

I want to hear what you two
have to say to each other.

Fine.

(beep)

I can't invite you in, Klaus.
Jim Beale is here,

and he's about to fuck
the shit out of me again.

(beep)

Well, what are you
waiting for?

I just cut off my only source
of income for you,

so better make it worth it.

So you do work for him.

He was funding my research.

You're working on
a time-travel project for him.

It's not for him.

So why is he
paying you for it?

You know,
for a brilliant man,

you really are quite dense.

Please, enlighten me.

Don't make me say it.

Come on, the truth will
set you free, remember?

'Cause I was fucking him,
all right?

Yeah, he paid my bills
and my rent,

and whatever else I needed.

So then why me?

It ended for me the night
you and I first met,

but it wasn't official
until right now.

So you jump at the first guy
who comes along?

I mean, you must have had
ulterior motives

to fuck me like you did.

You are being
a childish asshole.

And you're right.

I was using you.

I was using you
for my research.

A ploy to steal my ideas
for your nefarious scheme.

So, what is it?

Let's get all the cards
on the table.

It's... it's not done yet.

Waiting for my next move, huh?

Well, you're making it.

You want to see
what I'm working on?

I'll be down at the pub
drinking this day off.

Abby: Working in secret
for two years

in a hidden lab
on the outskirts of the city,

John Bane's prototype had
become the stuff of legend.

They say he invented
a time machine.

But what no one knew

was that only moments
before I met him,

it had actually worked.

Do you have a light?

I knew everything
there was to know

about John Bane
the physicist,

but I never imagined
I would get to know

John Bane the man.

Jim: A science fiction novel.

More of a novella
at this point.

Your hero, John Bane,

that's supposed to be me.

There was
an article about you

that inspired the idea, yeah.

But once I met you...

Do you know who I am?

John, a physicist named
John Bane.

The whole story got
a lot more involved.

That's why it's not done yet.

I wanted to see
how it played out.

Yeah, but it's
not actually me.

It's just a version of me.

It doesn't have my memories
or feelings.

(both chuckle)

That's unfortunate.

Abby: If we only had time.

Time to get closer.

I'm just a girl.

The girl of my dreams.

We could have a chance
of something real.

I led myself to believe
in serendipity.

But the cosmos had a cruel way
of making me believe otherwise.

As the day of the final
experiment grew near,

I wondered if we had
a future together.

Or would fate keep us apart?

What happens from here on out
is up to me.

That's why I'm here with you
right now.

But you can't change fate.

It's like trying to make
the sun set with your mind.

Who's to say I can't?

(sighs)

See that?

That right there...
I did that.

Tell me I didn't.

Scientists
and their god complex.

(both chuckle)

(coughing)

I'm supposed to be
the smoker here.

(coughing)

(coughing)

- Are you okay?
- Chuck: Jim, are you okay?

(shouting)

(cellphone ringing)

- Jim?
- It's not Jim.

It's Abby. There's something
wrong with Jim.

He's coughing up blood,
and he's...

he's been having seizures,
and I don't know what to do.

Can you please...
can you please come?

He won't let me take him
to the hospital.

- I'm just...
- Abby, Abby.

- Yeah?
- Don't do anything

until I get there.
Don't call anyone.

Don't do anything.

- I'm coming.
- Okay.

(beep)

Wait, what are you doing?

Uh...
Tell Jim Prime

I'm taking this
to a specialist for more

intensive examination.

Where's the other one?

Chuck took it to an examinist
for further specialization.

Must be who called.

Wait, what are you doing?

I'm taking it back to its
rightful owner.

Wormhole.

Such a weird word
when you think about it.

(coughing)

Chuck: Right now
he's experiencing

what can only be described as
a kind of temporal feedback.

It seems that two beings
of the same consciousness

cannot exist
in the same universe.

This must be nature's way
of correcting the anomaly.

That's your diagnosis?
Temporal feedback?

That makes the most sense
given what we know.

Okay, Dr. Chuck, if you're
such an expert on space cancer,

then what should we expect
from here?

If the rate of deterioration
stays in sync with 0-14,

terminus...
that's what we call...

I get it. What?

He has about 48 hours,
give or take.

Then his vital organs
will disintegrate

until his biological functions
shut down.

He's been chosen
for extinction.

You have one hell
of a bedside manner.

(sighs)

I'm a physicist,
not an M.D.

How am I supposed to believe
any of this?

(knock on door)

Now's your chance.

This is your proof
right here.

But please handle with care.

The fate of the universe
is in your hands.

(door opens)

Jim.

I really wasn't
expecting you.

You might want to hide
in the other room

- in case he comes in.
- He won't.

He thinks Klaus is in here.

No need to tell me
who's in there.

- I have my theory.
- And what is that?

I'm not giving any more
theories to you.

It's not why I came here.
It's not what I want from this.

And what do you
want from this?

To ignore the facts, give you
the benefit of the doubt.

All of the observable evidence

leads to
the inevitable conclusion

that you are playing me.

But I refuse to accept it.

I barely know you.

But something happened in those
brief hours we spent together.

It was how you
looked at me.

Like how you're
looking at me now.

Is the pain worse
when he's close by?

Yeah.

Proximity to him
must be a factor.

The best course of action
is to get you out of town

as far as possible to alleviate
the effects of the feedback.

You mean
prolong the inevitable.

So, here it is.
My act of faith.

The gun is to my head.

I'm sure as shit not gonna pull
the trigger myself.

This is yours.

You get to decide
what happens.

In two days, I'm gonna
start the machine,

and I'm gonna
open the wormhole.

But it's now up to you
what goes through it.

(door closes and beeps)

Chuck, I want you
to take your friend

and get the fuck
out of here.

- Okay.
- Abby.

You lied to me.

Not about me and you.

Me and you is all totally
based on bullshit.

If you could just see
my logic on this.

Don't.

There's an explanation
for all of it.

Not for how I feel.

I'm not even sure who I'm
talking to right now,

but whatever Jim you are,

I want you to get the hell
out of my house

before I contract
this psychotic disease.

I don't think that temporal
feedback is contagious.

No.

(groaning)

(car door closes)

(beep)

(cellphone ringing)

Matty?
Where's Jim Prime?

I need you to slip away
and meet me at our place.

Tell him that you left your
reading glasses at home.

He knows you're useless
without them.

Then break them

and tell him you have to
go get your other pair.

Just do it, and...

Bring D-29B.

Dextro 29 boost.

Still in beta.

It's a hybrid synthesis of
adrenal epinephrine secretions.

- Oh, yeah.
- It won't keep you alive.

- Oh.
- But when you take it,

- you won't know you're dying.
- I'm dying.

I'm dying, yes.

Yeah, okay.
All right, what to do?

What to do? What to do?
I'm dying.

Dying.
Death, dead, 48 hours.

Forty eight hours. We have to
prevent that, don't we?

- We do. We should.
- I say we don't do anything.

Don't open the other end
of the wormhole.

Then it's like
it never happened.

- Have you considered...
- I'm here.

It happened.
Yes... yes, it did.

- But have you considered...
- Yes, it did.

No, we roll up our sleeves.
We find a workable solution,

to explain the absence
of paradoxes...

We have to get one of you
out of here.

Let's come clean
with Jim Prime.

He can go, and you can live.

He's not gonna do it if he
knows he will die.

Would you?
No, you wouldn't.

I wouldn't.
I've been... I mean, I did.

- I'm here, so...
- There is the notion...

Maybe it should be me
that goes.

And make things worse?

- The theory...
- Are you joking?

Is he joking?
Make things worse?

I have less
than two days to live.

I lost the rights
to my life's work.

My girlfriend,
she hates me,

so how could it possibly
get any worse?

Parallel dimensions.

Parallel dimensions.

There exists not one
singular universe,

but an infinite number
of possibilities coinciding

simultaneously and eternally,

every conceivable version

of every being
persisting forward

in a concurrent reality.

Your time-space excursion
was not to the past

of your present universe.

On the contrary,
it was simply

a migration from
your plane of existence

to the one adjacent.

You're operating
independently of yourself

in an alternate timeline.

- No.
- But...

That's still hypothetical
at this point.

And, of course, I already
thought of that.

But being here,
seeing it for myself,

everything played out
exactly the same.

But your journal
accounted for...

What journal?

Where did you get this?

It was in your coat pocket
when you traversed.

And you've had this
the whole time?

I was processing it
as a data set.

It's not my handwriting.

You were both so busy.

- This is her book.
- Whose book?

Abby's.

- It was alarmingly accurate.
- Matty?

This is a made-up story,
a work of fiction,

and an incomplete one at that.

Okay, enough theorizing.

All right? The machine
should be up and running.

How much more of this
go juice do you have?

Enough.

All right, I'm pulling
the trigger on our best option.

Klaus only paid for
one unit of M.R.D.

We can't do this again.

If I go back
through the wormhole

knowing what I know now
to that first day,

we won't have
to do this ever again.

I can take over from here.

Where have you been?

Uh, our mass spectrometer
was on the fritz.

I wanted to take 0-14
over to the institute

for final evaluation.

How's it doing?

Clean bill of health.

But they're gonna
keep it tonight so that

they can run it through the
liquid scintillation counter.

Okay, as long as they don't
know what it's for.

They think it's a sample.

We're almost online.

You want to do
a practice run?

Absolutely.

(knock on window)

Oh, and, Chuck,
dahlia 2.0

is also gone for now,

so we have to
send something else

through the wormhole.

I think I can find
a replacement.

Balance metric pressure
at 057.

Chuck: Metric pressure
sustaining 057.

Releasing valves.

(hissing and whirring)

Docking hatch open and clear.

Chuck: Radioactivity
meters online.

Ready for exposure.

Prepare to load M.R.D.

(hissing)

M.R.D. removed
from containment.

Preparing to load.

Keep full exposure duration
no more than 10 seconds.

9, 8...

7...

Insertion
of M.R.D. commencing.

5, 4...

3, 2...

1.

M.R.D. in place.

Close hatch.

Jim.
Jim, Jim.

The pressure dropped below 029.

We have to abort.

All right, abort.

It's that damn bracket again.

We're gonna have to
reconfigure the output.

I know how to fix it.

It might take a while
to recalibrate.

Why don't you take a break?

I don't take breaks.

What about that stack of
readouts in your office?

Have you gone through
those yet?

Oh.

I see what you're doing.

You do?

You want me to sleep.

(sighs)

You're onto me.

Fine.

I'll leave you be to work
on that for a bit.

But I'm not napping.

(exhales sharply)

Okay, Jim, get ready.

Matty, close the docking hatch.

Handle left 45 degrees.

Slide forward,

then lock at high noon
and engage sequence.

Chuck, I don't, uh...

Matty, let's go.

The left and right...

Matty, he could come back
any second.

The left and right,
they're not, um...

The left and right...

Matty, you've done it
a thousand times.

Do it now.

- (lever cranks)
- (hissing)

- (beeping)
- (rumbling)

(alarm blares)

(powering down)

(sighs)

(alarm blares)

(door opens and closes)

You're still chasing
after her, huh?

I never realize that's what
I'm doing... until I do it.

The power to cross
the universe in an instant.

The impossible dream
becomes possible.

All the unbelievable things
you could accomplish,

the eternal questions
you could answer.

And you just
want to get laid.

You'd do the same
if it were you.

You're probably right.

The machine still works.

But the M.R.D. is gone.

We could try
to find the money.

Thirty six hours?
I don't see how.

What about Klaus?

You have seen the future.

Could buy some stocks,
play the over-under on a game.

You didn't happen to catch
the news before you left?

It's over.

I'm done with the past.

If this is goodbye...

Least I could do
is buy you dinner.

Okay.

(sighs)

We'll let Jim Prime keep on
without a clue,

at least until
you're gone.

Yeah.
Where's Matty?

He was devastated
by what he did.

Didn't want to face you.

(cellphone ringing)

This is you.

I mean him.

I should take this.

Go ahead and order.
I'll be right back.

(beep)

Abby: It's not done yet.

Chuck told me everything.

Chuck is an asshole.

I want to hear it from you.

Why did you really go
through the wormhole?

Because my heart was broken.

And you blame me?

Abby, the only one
to blame here is me.

I did it to myself.

I'm willing to let technology
take some of the fall here.

(both chuckle)

So, I understand
the only way

to get the other Jim
into the wormhole

is to show up tomorrow
with the dahlia and Klaus.

That is one scenario, yeah.

One that I would prefer
not to repeat.

But if it would
save your life...

It wouldn't, because we're
about $5 million shy

of there even being
a wormhole.

I can get the money.

No.

Waitress: Any questions
about the menu?

Can you please
give us a minute?

But it would be for us.

Then we can have
more time together.

Look! I'm not gonna
let you do that.

It's my choice, not yours.

Then it'll be your choice.

Take me as far as you can.

Checking in?

Yes.

Name, please.

James Beale.

(beeping)

Seems you are already staying
with us, Mr. Beale.

What?

Right.

I forgot my key card.

May I get a replacement, please?

Of course.

(beeping)

(beep)

(breathing heavily)

Matty: There exists not one
singular universe,

but an infinite number
of possibilities coinciding

simultaneously and eternally.

Every conceivable version of
every being persisting forward

in a concurrent reality.
Your time-space excursion

was not to the past
of your present universe.

On the contrary,
it was simply

a migration from
your plane of existence

to the one adjacent.

Abby: John Bane's
time-space excursion

was not to his own past.
Little did he realize he had

traveled to the past
of a parallel universe...

A timeline so similar
to his own,

he had simply overlooked
the differences.

An infinite number
of possibilities,

an infinite
number of choices,

an infinite
number of outcomes.

Take me to the Grand Hotel.

(injection hisses)

(thud)

Mr. Meisner,
would you be so kind

as to wait here while I
escort Ms. Ross and her dahlia

to the lab floor?

Is this really what you want?

Isn't there usually champagne
at these things?

I could kill a whole bottle
right now.

Oh, so, this is the way
it's gonna be.

It's the way it has to be.

The way it is.

It only seems that way now,

but eventually you'll see it
in a different light.

So that's it, then?
It meant nothing.

Put these on.

I don't want you
to miss a thing.

Jim: Turn handle left
45 degrees.

Slide forward.

Lock it at high noon.

Engage sequence.

I'm not interested,
so don't even try.

It may not look like it,
but I'm actually working.

Do you know who I am?

Should I?

Oh, my God.

You look just like him.

Who?

John.

A physicist named John Bane.

What a coincidence.

I'm a physicist.

They say he invented
a time machine.

Did he?

No one knows.

Anyways, he died
in a lab explosion

before I got to
interview him.

Really?

That's too bad.

The fire destroyed
all of his work.

It's sad, really...

To be so close
to controlling time,

and then poof...
gone in an instant.

Time is a great teacher

that eventually kills
all of its students.

I like that one.

That's a good one.

You have any more?

Yeah.

Have a drink with me.

I'll tell you all about
my time-travel experiment.

Mine would make
for a much better story.

Your story is better?

Is that a fact?

No, just a theory.

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

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