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REMBRANDT (OFFSCREEN): I'm
saying that I've seen things

that you wouldn't believe.

We hit this one world, right?

Full of snakes and bats.

This crazy shaman, he was
after Q-Ball's brain.

-When he said he wanted to take
Q-Ball's brain, how did

that make you feel?

-How did I feel?

-Yeah.

-Uh, I guess I felt that
I was glad it wasn't my

brain he was after.

I mean, how would you feel?

-My feelings are not an
issue here, Mr. Brown.

Now, you said earlier
that you--

that you were at the end
of your rope, yes?

-Yeah.

No kidding, doc.

I mean, my boat's been rocked
one too many times.

That's why I'm hoping that you
could help me sort through

this thing.

-Yes, I can see why.

The strain of adjusting to all
these different planets.

-Yeah, but it's the same
planet every time, just

different dimensions.

-Why don't you start
at the beginning?

So what precipitated
this crisis?

-Uh, OK.

I guess it all started about--
about a couple of weeks ago.

[vortex roaring]

-Oh!

-Oh!

-Are you OK?

-Yeah.

I think so.

PROFESSOR (OFFSCREEN):
Incoming!

[both screaming]

[professor groans]

[vortex closes]

-All right, that does it.

From now on, Mr. Brown, you go
into the vortex before me.

-What, and have you
land and crush me?

-Aah!

-Forget that.

[professor grunting]

-Well, at least it looks
peaceful enough.

-Wait a minute.

This is Bernie Massey's
old Pontiac.

He got rear-ended just
before we left.

And that's Mrs. Randall's
place.

-What are you saying?

-Your house, yes?

May I remind you that we've
all been fooled before.

-Why are you always
so negative?

-Hope for everything, Miss
Welles, expect nothing.

-So what do you think, Q-Ball?

-I think we're about
to find out.

Cross your fingers.

-It squeaked.

-Thank you!

-Mom.

-Oh my god.

I knew you'd lide
on a weekend.

[sobbing]

[all laughing]

REMBRANDT (OFFSCREEN):
And that was it.

After 18 months of wandering,
we were finally home.

QUINN NARRATING: What
if you could

travel to parallel worlds--

the same year, the same earth,
only different dimensions?

A world where the Russians ruled
America, or where your

dreams of being superstar came
true, or where San Francisco

was a maximum security prison?

My friends and I found
the gateway.

Now, the problem is finding
a way back home.

[theme music]

[theme music]

[theme music]

QUINN (OFFSCREEN): Here we go.

Yes.

-Mrs. Mallory.

-Thank you.

-Quinn.

-Professor, thank you.

-All right!

-My dear Rembrandt.

And wonderful Wade.

WADE (OFFSCREEN): [laughs]

I know.

Isn't it unbelievable?

Listen, I'm going to tell you
the whole story when I get

home, I promise.

I know.

I love you too.

Give me back to Mom
and Dad, OK?

-Oh!

Mom, Mom, Mom, you should
have seen this guy.

In one world, he introduced a
strain of antibiotics and

single-handedly stopped
the plague.

-What about that world where he
brought down the asteroid

with the A-bomb?

-Oh!

-Huh?

-The atom bomb?

-All I did was jury-rig
the detonator.

The fissionable material
was already there.

-(LAUGHING) Oh my, that's
remarkable.

-Nothing really.

-How'd they take it?

-Well, Everybody was basically
in a state of shock.

My sister just screamed "oh
my god" for 10 minutes.

[laughter]

-So, guys, how about
a toast, huh?

-Professor go ahead.

-No, no.

You're the man of the house.

-Well, seems to me there's
only one thing to say.

To friendship.

-To friendship.

-And to home.

-And to home.

[wade laughing]

-What are you doing down
here, Professor?

-Just thinking.

-So, this is where it
all started, huh?

The real basement.

Always imagined it to
be much bigger.

-What are you thinking
about, Professor?

-You know, we have 95% of what
may be the greatest invention

that the world has ever seen.

What we lack is the ability to
control the beast and how we

use it safely.

-Oh, you guys will get it.

-Well, you're not going
to like this.

Until we do get that 5%, I
suggest we keep quiet about

our experiences.

REMBRANDT (OFFSCREEN): You're
kidding me, right?

I mean, you realize how this
could boost my career?

-Now is not the time
to talk about free

publicity, Mr. Brown.

-It's always time to talk about

free publicity, Professor.

What's wrong with you?

-Well, what am I supposed
to tell people?

Nobody's seen me
for 18 months.

-We'll just swear our
families to secrecy.

That's all.

Wade will tell people
we were backpacking

through Europe or something.

-Look, the Professor can say
that he was on sabbatical, and

you two have got your
bases covered.

But who's going to believe
that I've been touring in

obscurity the last
year and a half?

-That shouldn't be too
difficult, given the state of

your career when we left.

-Just stick to your stories and
we'll be fine, as long as

the people close to us know
the truth and know how

important it is to keep this
whole thing secret.

-So we're just talking like
a month or so, right?

-As soon as Quinn and I are
ready, we're going to have the

biggest press conference
the world's ever seen.

-Yeah.

Now you're talking
my language.

See you later, big guy.

-Get some rest, Mr. Mallory.

We start work on Monday.

-All the things we've done,
the things we've seen.

It's all because of you.

Thank you.

-I prayed every day, Quinn.

I never gave up hope.

REMBRANDT (OFFSCREEN): I guess
randomly traveling through an

inter-dimensional vortex has a
way of making you appreciate

what's important in life.

For the Professor, it was
returning to the hallowed

halls of the university where he
taught quantum physics, the

place where he first
met Quinn.

-Ms. Vonbaeck!

-Professor Arturo?

-Ms. Vonbaeck, how very
good to see you again.

-You too, Professor.

-Are you all right?

-I'm just surprised to see
you here, that's all.

-[laughs]

Yes.

Yes, well, life is full of
surprises, isn't it?

Anyway, I'm back, eager and
ready to resume my course load

well, provided, of course, the
dean hasn't replaced me.

-Why would he have done that?

-[laughs]

Why, indeed?

Excellent, excellent,
excellent.

Ah, my dear Ms. Vonbaeck,
I've been away for a

long time, I know.

But bear with me,
but all shall be

revealed in due course.

Now you must excuse me.

-There he is.

-Thanks.

Artie.

[laughs]

I know you recognize me.

It's the Crying Man.

-I used to know a Crying Man.

He died.

-Oh come on, Artie.

Don't be like that.

Look, I know you're angry.

I missed some days, but I
have a perfectly good

explanation for that.

-Yeah?

Like what?

-I've been touring Asia.

-What are we talking here?

Outer Mongolia?

Lot of good R&B clubs
there, are there?

Besides, if you've been touring,
where's my 10%?

-8%.

-Ah!

Keep it down, will you?

My other clients hear about that
missing 2%, they're all

going to want it.

-I've got a secret, Artie.

How's your pacemaker?

-Ticking away.

Why?

-I'm sitting on something.

Once it goes public, it's going
to be the biggest thing

to happen to popular music
in this century--

hell, maybe since the
beginning of time.

Let me tell you all about it.

But you've got to swear
not to tell a soul.

[phone ringing]

-Hello?

-Quick.

Turn on your TV.

Channel 11.

-All right.

Hold on.

-Using calculations based
on my extension of the

Eisenstein-Rosen-Podolsky
Bridge

Theory, I'm able to travel--

I, uh, prefer to use
the word slide--

between different earths in
alternate parallel universes.

-His theory?

He's taking credit
for what you did.

TV HOST (OFFSCREEN): --pretty
high-caliber scientists out

there calling you a crackpot.

-Well, skepticism is natural
in the face of such a

remarkable achievement.

But take a look at this
remarkable arrowhead.

It's a 500-year-old artifact--

-He's blowing our
entire cover.

- --of space-age
titanium alloy.

It comes from an earth where
America was never colonized by

the Europeans.

-I don't believe this.

- --that are being tested and
examined at this moment, which

will prove conclusively that
their origin is from a world

whose geology is substantially
different to our own.

-You've got to call in, Quinn.

You can't let him get
away with this.

TV HOST (OFFSCREEN): We'll be
back to take your calls in

just a moment.

WADE (OFFSCREEN): Quinn?

TV HOST (OFFSCREEN):
Our guest today is

Professor Maximilian Arturo--

WADE (OFFSCREEN): Quinn?

TV HOST (OFFSCREEN):
--who some people--

WADE (OFFSCREEN): Hello?

TV HOST (OFFSCREEN): --are
calling the father of

inter-dimensional travel.

We'll be right back.

-What am I supposed to do?

Call him a liar in front
of the entire world?

-Why not?

You deserve credit
for what you did.

-She's right, Q-Ball.

-I don't care about
the credit.

We promised each other to keep
this whole thing quiet.

-Well, I don't agree with the
way he did it, but I got to

tell you, it certainly did put
a jolt back into the Crying

Man's career.

My agent's fielding offers
now from three

major record labels.

-Your agent?

-Well, once the secret is
out, it's out, Q-Ball.

Come on, man.

It's not like I'm
the only one.

-"Newsweek" is sort of
serializing my diary.

What was I supposed
to do, Quinn?

It's over a million dollars.

Look, the secret's out.

That's why you've got to get out
there and tell the world

what really happened.

-Where are you going?

-I'm calling the Professor.

This is out of control.

WOMAN (OFFSCREEN): Hello?

-Yeah, it's Quinn Mallory.

Let me talk to Professor
Arturo.

-I'm sorry, Mr. Mallory.

Professor Arturo's not
in the office.

-Thank you.

-Well, maybe if we go to the
press on Quinn's behalf, the

Professor will back down.

-Arturo's acting like we
should be grateful he

mentioned the rest
of us at all.

-Guys.

We're not home.

-What?

-Look at the headline.

-Superbowl XIX.

So what?

-Niners clock Jets in
Super Bowl XIX.

Don't you get it?

On our world, the Niners
played the Dolphins.

-I don't really follow
football.

-Trust me, guys.

Some things I know like
the back of my hand.

This isn't our earth.

-I mean, what were we
supposed to say?

Jets, Dolphins-- it was
over 10 years ago.

DR. WHELAN (OFFSCREEN): Did
you voice your suspicion?

-Damn right I did.

We both did.

But he just keep going
on and on--

it's not our world, it's
not our world.

All because of that
one little thing.

-Mom?

[cuckoo clock ringing]

-Mom?

[glass shatters]

-Ma, is that you?

Oh!

[suspenseful music]

-Hey!

QUINN (OFFSCREEN):
Get back here!

[tires screeching]

-Hello.

-Hi.

These have to be on a plane
by 3:00 or we'll

miss the weekend read.

Aren't you the messenger?

-Sorry.

-No, I'm sorry.

I just assumed.

-Is Wade around?

-Uh, Ms. Welles is on
a conference call.

-Tell her Quinn Mallory's
here and it's important.

-Oh my god.

Hold on.

-Look, I am not going to sell
out the integrity of my story

just because some Hollywood
starlet might be interested in

optioning it.

David, just make the call, OK?

And don't forget, we've got
that conference call with

Random House at 3:00.

OK, thanks.

All these negotiations
and everything.

It's a madhouse.

What's up?

-The timer's been stolen.

-What?

-The police came over this
morning dusting for

fingerprints, on top
of which I've got

reporters calling all day.

The phone hasn't stopped
ringing.

-Well, did you make
a statement?

-No.

-Quinn, if you don't come
forward, the Professor's going

to think he can get
away with this.

-Let him.

Look at this-- my ninth
grade homeroom.

-Really?

Which one's you?

-Forget that.

This kid-- this kid right
here, Tom Canfield.

He wore braces in
our world, Wade.

We used to call him "railroad
tracks." Don't you see?

First Superbowl XIX,
and now this?

-Maybe you're just remembering
it wrong.

Look, it just-- it doesn't
make any sense, Quinn.

My friends, my family--

everything's in place here.

It just can't be anywhere
else but our earth.

-It can if our doubles
slid from here.

-This is a virtually identical
world, Wade.

Our doubles could've slid when
we did, 18 months ago.

-Oh.

OK.

So now we've slid in and
taken their place.

And everything is exactly the
same, except for a football

game and some kid that
you think you

remember wearing braces?

[scoffs]

Quinn, do you hear yourself?

God, I'm really starting
to worry about you.

-You don't hear a word
I'm saying, do you?

-Yes, I do.

You're not listening to me.

[phone rings]

-We're home, Quinn.

It's over.

-Excuse me.

Ms. Welles, your attorney's
office, line two.

-We never checked the timer.

The window could've already
come and gone.

If I can't convince you and find
the timer, we're going to

spend the rest of
our lives here.

-He says it's important.

-Look, let me just
get this, OK?

Just wait, please.

Quinn!

PROFESSOR (OFFSCREEN): I realize
that this theory is

difficult for the
layman to grasp.

Seen from our normal
perspective, the universe

appears to be singular.

But when seen from the
perspective of the

Einstein-Rosen-Podolski
bridge--

Ms. Vonbaeck--

it is suddenly possible to see
that universes can be layered,

one on top of another.

Now, my invention enables
explorers to slide through

these layers, traveling from
universe to universe, breaking

through the boundaries
that separate one

dimension from another.

The tricky part, of course,
is to control

where you slide, and--

um, and, and--

and, and when to return.

And on that note, I think
we'll just take a short

intermission.

-I need to talk to you.

-How the devil did you get in
here without a press pass?

-You're not that important
yet, Professor.

I told them I was on
the school paper.

-[laughs]

So, what are your intentions,
my boy, hmm?

Discredit me and hog all the
limelight for yourself?

-Take all the credit you
want, Professor.

It doesn't change the fact
that we're not home.

-What?

-You heard me.

It's close, almost a carbon
copy, but it's not our earth.

Look.

I dug through my old
baseball card

collection and found this.

There's no asterisk next to
Roger Maris's home run record.

-So?

-Listen to me.

-The Niners beat the Dolphins
in Super Bowl XIX.

-Mr. Mallory, I have
no idea what this

conversation is going.

You are obviously having
difficulty adjusting to the

fact that you're finally home.

But right now, I'm in the middle
of a press conference.

Excuse me.

(TO AUDIENCE) Ladies and
gentlemen, if I can focus your

attention once again
on the model, you

will see that this--

[soul music playing]

[soul music playing]

-Yeah, maybe we need to punch
that lead track up.

I need to hit a vibrato in that
section where I'm trying

to hold back the tears.

[tape rewinding]

-Remy, there's a woman
here to see you.

-No groupies here, Artie.

I'm trying to concentrate.

Take five, guys.

It's OK.

-I hope I'm not disturbing
you.

-No, no, not at all.

Well actually, it's costing
us about a grand and a

half an hour here.

What's up?

-Did Quinn call you?

-Yeah, last night.

Police have any idea who
broke into his house?

-No.

I'm really worried about
him, Rembrandt.

I think he's really going
off the deep end.

-He's still saying we're
not home, huh?

-Yeah.

I don't know what to do.

He's in this incredible
state of denial.

-This is bad.

I love the guy, Wade.

You know that.

I mean, everything that's
good, everything that's

happening for us,
I owe it to him.

-Well, it might help if you'd
talk to him about it.

-Remy, this is coming
out of my pocket.

-Just one second.

Look, is he coming to the
museum opening tomorrow?

-I don't think so.

-OK, I'll call him, see if
I can get him down there,

straighten out this whole
home thing, huh?

-OK.

Oh, thank you.

-Mm-hmm.

-Thanks.

-Best friend was going
over the edge.

The rest of the world was
opening up to us, giving up

all of the treasures.

-And how did you feel
about that?

-I really felt bad
for the guy.

I mean, why couldn't he just
lean back and enjoy the ride

like the rest of us?

[press clamoring]

-You believe this?

-Over here, Mr. Brown.

-Can you tell us what
it felt like to--

-There you are.

Ah, splendid.

-These flashbulbs are starting
to give me a headache.

-Oh, all right.

Ladies and gentlemen, no
more photos, please.

Well, quite a gala, isn't it?

Is Mr. Mallory going to come?

-I don't think he's going
to make it, Professor.

-Oh, dear.

What a shame.

There are so few days like this
in one's life, and plenty

of glory to go around.

-What did you expect him
to do, Professor?

You're taking credit
for his discovery.

-Is that what he told you?

Ms. Welles, I laid
the theoretical

groundwork for sliding.

Mr. Mallory made certain
emendations, it's true, but

all of which I would have
done by myself.

-Maximilian, they're about
to start the unveiling.

-Right.

Well, more of this anon.

WOMAN (OFFSCREEN): And now,
ladies and gentlemen, we

proudly present, to father of
inter-dimensional travel,

Maximilian Arturo.

[applause]

-Thank you all.

-I don't believe this.

-Who does that evil maniac
think he's fooling?

We've got to stop this.

I've got people from "Rolling
Stone" magazine here.

-Rembrandt, look.

-Arturo must have stolen it.

-I'm going to call Quinn.

Yeah, I know.

I wanted to kill him.

I can't believe he could
do that to you.

Quinn--

Quinn, listen to me.

You can't just break in and
steal a museum exhibit.

There's security all
over the place.

Well, why don't you let me
help you find a lawyer?

Quinn, we are not going
through this again.

We're home.

OK, look, I'm just telling you
where the timer is, OK?

Call me later.

Oh my god.

The Golden Gate Bridge--

it's blue.

-I must've heard him say the
Azure Gate Bridge a dozen

times over the radio.

It just never registered.

-Sometimes we don't see what's
right in front of us.

It's going to be OK.

-How?

-We're going to get the timer,
we're going to slide out of

here, and we're going
to get home.

I promise.

-My friends, my family,
my career--

(SHOUTING) I'm nothing!

[drawer slamming]

-Hey, hey, hey, come on, come
on, come on, come on.

[wade sobbing]

-Shh.

It's going to be OK.

Just remember, our
real families are

still looking for us.

We've got to be strong,
Wade, for their sake

as well as our own.

-I'm sorry I didn't
believe you.

I thought you were losing it.

-Don't worry about it.

Come on.

We've got work to do.

Come on.

-A picture postcard of the Azure
Gate Bridge, available

from every tourist shop.

-You've known all along.

-What?

-You have, haven't you?

-Almost from the time
we arrived.

-I don't believe you.

How could you put us
through all that?

-Why?

Because he wants to be famous.

That's why.

-Look, will you two grow up?

This is as good as it gets.

You, Ms. Welles, were
a shop assistant.

You're about to become rich
and famous as a result of

publishing your journal, on
every page of which you lament

the absence of your family.

Well here, you have a family.

And you, Mr. Mallory.

Think of your mother.

Do you want to break
her heart again?

-She's not my mother.

-In some small measure,
perhaps not.

But she's as close to the
real thing as you're

ever going to get.

-Professor, we've been
through a lot.

We've always stuck together.

You want to live a lie,
I can't stop you.

I want the timer back.

-I'm afraid that's
not possible.

It's on loan to the
science museum.

-It wasn't yours to loan.

You stole it.

-Whether you slide with us or
not, I'm getting the timer,

and the rest of us are sliding
out of here, regardless.

-You must do what you must
do, Mr. Mallory.

But then so will I.

But then so will I.

-I don't understand why
he's acting like this.

Are we crazy?

How can we spend so much time
with somebody and not realize

what a creep he is?

-He's scared, Wade.

He's lost hope that we're ever
going to get home, so he's

settling for a close copy
of his old reality.

-Yeah, well what
if he's right?

What if we never do get home?

-Do you want to stay too?

-No.

-Because I can't promise
anything, Wade.

I'm not sure I can actually
ever get us home.

-We'll make it.

I know we will.

Come on.

We're going to have our hands
full with Rembrandt, too.

-Not while all of this
is going on.

I've got a tiger by the tail.

The reissue of "Cry Like a Man"
sells more in one weekend

than the original recording
does in 16 years.

Now, you've got to keep
a perspective on

a thing like that.

I mean, my agent books me on
"MTV Unplugged," just like

Tony Bennett.

-"MTV Unplugged was
quite an honor.

-You'd think so, right?

-Mm-hmm.

-The only thing is that the
deal was for me and my

ex-backup singers.

And we had split on account
of ego problems.

I've got to cry me a river of
tears tonight, sweetheart.

And make sure that's
a waterproof base.

-Remy, two of The Tops
want a word with you.

-Man, I knew it.

Here it comes.

-Just hear them out.

I'm trying to keep this
whole thing together.

-I never should have let you
talk me into this, Artie.

[knocking]

-Fellas.

-Rembrandt, we've
been thinking.

Now, if you're going to kick off
this gig with "Cry Like a

Man," some changes got
to take place.

-Yeah.

Changes.

-Now, you plan on crying
like always?

-Of course.

The fans would ride if I
skimped on the tears.

-Well, if you're going to
cry, we're crying too.

-That's right.

Why should you be the
only one weeping?

We get just as sad as you.

-Rembrandt, somebody named Quinn
Mallory on the phone.

Says it's important.

-Uh, look, just take a message
and tell him I'll call him

right back.

Listen to me.

I'm the Crying Man.

You are the backup singers.

Now, that's just the natural
order of things.

If we all start crying,
it's just going

to confuse the audience.

-We cry, or nobody cries.

-South wing clear.

-Careful.

It's wired.

-30 seconds?

-What?

-Got no time for
caution, Wade.

[alarm blaring]

-Come on.

-We can't slide without
the others.

-Well, what do we do?

We'll be stuck here.

It reset.

How can that happen?

-It's not our timer.

It's a replica.

-Man, that really woke me up.

They were willing to
miss the slide

for me and the Professor.

-Clearly these people care
a great deal about you.

-Yeah.

It made me take stock of things,
that's for sure--

I mean, about who my
real friends are.

Friendship's about the only
thing you can count on in this

crazy world.

[intercom buzzer]

MS. JENNINGS (OFFSCREEN):
Excuse me.

Sorry to interrupt your
session, Doctor.

But I'm wondering if you need
anything before I go?

Just a--

just a moment, Ms. Jennings.

-Oh, look at the time.

I'm supposed to meet my friends
downstairs at 6:30.

We've got to slide
out of here.

-No, I don't think you
should stop now.

You're really making
such progress.

-Yeah.

Yeah, I do feel a little
bit better.

-In fact, I'll tell Ms. Jennings
to cancel my last

appointment, OK?

Call Gate Haven Hospital.

Have them send a stretcher
and a straitjacket.

This is the most extraordinary
case of florid off-the-wall

dementia I've ever
experienced.

Hurry up.

I don't know how long
I can hold him.

OK.

Now, where were we?

-Uh, let's see.

Quinn and Wade spent
the night in jail.

And the next morning,
I bailed them out.

-So after The Tops pulled out,
it hit me with an injunction.

I got a hold of some of the
sheet music, and on this

world, those leeches actually
do share credit

on some of my songs.

-Wait a minute.

You know?

-Yeah.

It's when I realized that Q-Ball
was right all along.

I was on such a rocket ship to
success, man, I didn't want to

hear the truth.

-Yeah.

I know the feeling.

-I just want to know
what I'm sorry.

-We're together now.

That's what's important.

-Where are we going?

-If we have any hope of getting
out of here, we have

got to get the timer back.

-Looks like no one's home.

Let's go.

Are you sure he has it here?

-I know the Professor,
Rembrandt.

He's not going to leave
a thing like that

in a science lab.

-Science journals, research
magazines--

-I didn't know the Professor
wore bifocals.

-Come on, people.

We're not taking
inventory here.

-Shh.

Shh.

[muffled yelling]

-You hear something?

[muffled yelling]

-You hear that?

-It's coming from
the basement.

-Mice?

-Pretty big mice.

-Mr. Mallory!

Is that you?

-Professor!

PROFESSOR (OFFSCREEN):
Down here!

-Here, here.

PROFESSOR (OFFSCREEN):
Rembrandt!

Quinn!

-Professor, what
are you doing?

Having a tea party.

What does it look
like I'm doing?

My insane double and his devious
assistant have had me

chained down here for--
since Monday week!

-Of course.

-Look, there's a hammer
and chisel over there.

Get me out of this.

Quick.

-Look, I thought our doubles
had gone off sliding.

-Yes.

Well, the Arturo in this
world decided--

very smartly, as
it turns out--

that his chances of returning
were minimal, so

he chickened out.

At the last minute,
he didn't slide.

He's been on sabbatical in
Grass Valley, trying to

reconstruct sliding so he
could get the credit.

-And of course, when you showed
up, suddenly there were

two of you.

-Yes.

His assistant phoned him,
and they decided

I had to be a slider.

I was drugged, my personal
belongings ransacked.

I was thrown into the
back of a black van.

And the next thing I knew,
I woke up here.

-The same black van that was
outside my house when the

timer was stolen.

-How are you coming
with that chain?

-Ow!

-Sorry.

-Now I know exactly how the
Israelites felt when Moses

delivered them from
the pharaoh.

That scoundrel!

That intellectually impoverished
nave wanted me to

win his Nobel for him!

As you can see, I told
him nothing.

-All right.

Come on, guys.

Let's get out of here.

-Yeah.

Professor, where's the timer?

-Oh, I think he hid
it over here.

Here.

He thought I was asleep.

-Looking for this?

And you really think that
you could pull off

this kind of feat?

-You scoundrel.

-This man is a thief, a
kidnapper, and a liar.

Pay no attention to
anything he says.

-Uh oh.

-Who's who, Q-Ball?

-Can't you see that aside from
outward appearances, this

charlatan is nothing like me?

He's a self-aggrandizing
malcontented egomaniac who

thinks that the sun rises
and sets for him!

-He sounds like Arturo.

-Then how the hell was
I the man chained up?

-Now listen to me.

This is crucial.

I managed to escape earlier
today, and in the process,

chained down the Arturo of
this world, whom you,

unfortunately, have
mistaken for me.

Think.

Don't you find it odd that
he knew exactly where to

look for the timer?

-Because I was sitting over
there when you hid it here!

-The world where I built the
atom bomb, the world where I

met my late wife--

now, who else would
know that but me?

-Anyone who had read Ms.
Welles's serialized diary, you

blistering idiot!

-[sighs]

It is a disgrace, sir, to think
that we share a common

genetic structure.

-Scoundrel.

That's for chaining me up
in this hellhole for

the past two weeks.

-17 minutes til we slide.

-You better be the
right one, man.

-Of course I'm the right one,
you blistering idiot!

-I don't understand.

You're my son and you're
not my son?

-Remember how I explained
doubles?

You're exactly like
my mom, too.

Your son's still out there.

And he's as determined
as I am to get home.

-But why do you have
to leave now?

Can't you stay until my
Quinn comes home?

-I don't have a choice.

I'm sorry.

PROFESSOR (OFFSCREEN):
Mr. Mallory, Ms.

Welles, time to go.

-Take care, sweetie.

-You too, dad.

-You gonna be OK, sweetheart?

[vortex opens]

-Wait!

-Oh, man.

Not again!

-You're making a terrible
mistake!

OTHER PROFESSOR (OFFSCREEN):
Stop him!

Don't let him slide!

-If one's the impostor, why does
he want to slide with us?

-Because without the timer, he
can't get a Nobel Prize.

He's gonna try for
one in our world!

-What do we do, Q-Ball?

-Take them both.

Sort it out after we slide.

-Like hell we will.

Go!

Go!

Run!

OTHER PROFESSOR (OFFSCREEN):
Impostor!

[professors struggling]

-Scoundrel!

-Nave!

-Professor, we're going
to miss the window!

-Coming, my boy!

-Confound it.

[vortex closes]

[professor grunting]

-Oh my god.

REMBRANDT (OFFSCREEN): So that's
the whole story, Doc,

soup to nuts.

Fame and fortune snatched from
our clutches, condemned to

wander the inter-dimensional
vortex like nomads.

Not to mention more ugly
memories of mutinous Tops, on

top which, we've got enough an
Arturo and we don't even know

which one he is.

-Hi.

-Hi.

We need to see Rembrandt
Brown.

-He's in a session
with the doctor.

-You don't understand.

This is an emergency.

-Well, I'm sorry.

You can't interrupt
the session.

-I don't have time to
argue with you.

-Hey!

You can't go in there!

-Rembrandt!

Rembrandt!

Rembrandt!

-We're his family.

-Excuse me.

You can't just barge in.

We're in the middle
of a session.

-Sorry to interrupt, Doctor.

Rembrandt, we're going
to miss the slide.

-Apologies, guys.

I kind of lost track of time.

Always looking after
me, huh, Q-Ball?

-That's what it's all about.

DR. WHELAN (OFFSCREEN):
Q-Ball.

-Three, two, one.

[vortex opens]

-Sorry about all this, Doc.

Doc?

-Rembrandt, come on!

[vortex closes]

-It was the most beautiful blue,
like a robin's egg, a

sky on a crystalline summer's
morning, a pathway to other

worlds, you see, yes.

He called it sliding, a name
charming in its simplicity,

but wholly inadequate to
describe the wonder of it all.

Well, you believe me, Miss
Jennings, don't you?

You all believe me.

Every word I'm saying
is the truth.

I swear.

Could you--

could you just help me here?

I'm feeling a little confined.

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