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My name is H.G. Wells.

My friend John
is Jack the Ripper.

He's escaped from 1893
in my time machine,

and I am the only one
who can catch him.

I know things about you

that you don't even know
about yourself.

Like the fact
that you have a son.

In Paris.

Henry Ayers.

Impossible.

You asked me
if I believe in fate.

Oh, I believe
very much so

that this moment
was destined to happen.

I understand
you went to my childhood home.

We did overhear your
father talk about his work.

Project Utopia?

I don't know
of any Project Utopia.

Griffin,
Your sister's here.

Brooke. What in the hell
are you doing here?

John escaped.

What happened? You were
supposed to keep him locked up.

I know you.

Good Lord.
What are you looking at?

This is actual footage
from World War I.

It's man versus machine.

It's not war.
It's slaughter.

Why would John go
to such a time?

What was so important in Paris
on March 30, 1918?

Could you open up
that map again?

All we know so far

is that he landed
at Bois de Boulogne Park.

And he could have gone
anywhere from there.

Be impossible to find.

What was happening
on that day?

It was toward
the end of World War I.

The Germans had
a new artillery weapon

called the Paris Gun.

They hid it
in the countryside

and fired it into the city
at random.

Despicable.

Innocent people struck down
at any moment.

You said John spent a year
in Paris at medical school?

Yes, but that was
years earlier, in 1890.

Did he have any friends
or family there?

Not that I recall.

Except, no, there was a --
There was an Englishwoman

who worked
at the medical school.

Uh...
Oh, what's her name?

Pauline.
Pauline Ayers.

He boasted
that they were lovers,

but then it ended
when he went back to London.

That's something.

What's this?

It's her genealogy.

Pauline was only in Paris
a few years,

moved back to England,

worked at a hospital
in Stockport,

died in 1914
of Spanish Flu.

Pauline had a son
born in 1891.

Henry Ayers.
Mother, Pauline.

Father...

John Stevenson.

Whoa.

Impossible.
John never spoke of a son.

Maybe he didn't know.

But a-a woman would
tell a man such a thing.

So she had her reasons.

She easily could have
kept it from him.

So how did he find out?

You can find anything
on the Internet today.

Henry Ayers.

He was a doctor in
the Royal Army Medical Corps,

9th Battalion.

He was stationed in Paris,
killed in action on...

March 30, 1918.

That's it, then.

John's gone back to Paris
to save his son's life.

I found some coats for Jane

and some currency
for you to take.

Ah, excellent.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

How's Griffin?

Oh, John did a number on him,
but he's with the doctor now.

He'll be fine.

Do you know where you're going,
exactly?

Uh, Captain Henry Ayers
was stationed

at the RAC field office
in Paris.

He was part of the deployment

from Paris to Saint Quentin
in the north.

At 11:00 a.m. March 30th,

the motorized transport
carrying Henry got underway.

Shortly after,

it was destroyed by German
artillery bombardment

just outside
the city limits.

All men were lost.

John will try to stop Henry
from getting on that transport.

That's what we have to prevent.

You're gonna stop a man
from saving his son?

As cruel as it sounds,
if his son survives,

there's no foretelling
the damage it would cause.

H.G. is right.

The time ripples it could cause
would be devastating.

I will find him
and bring him back.

John must pay for his actions
in this world,

and I will see to it.

Uh, Vanessa, did you discover

anything more
about Project Utopia?

No, I've been through
my parents' papers,

the corporate archives.

There's no mention of it.

But I reached out to a colleague
of my father's.

I'm gonna go see him.

He was the head of research
in the early years,

so he may know something.

Do you think I could
get away with this in Paris?

Uh, you're not going.

Trust me,
you'll want me there.

Je parle Français.
I spent a semester there.

I know the city inside-out.

But 1918 is a time of war.

Which is exactly why
you need me.

No, it's too dangerous.

What kind of man would I be
if I put a woman in such peril?

This woman can handle
herself.

She's proven it
more than once.

I'm well aware,
but at the risk of sounding --

Like a sexist pig?

I've yet to oink, so I fail to
understand the "pig" reference,

but what I was going to say is
that as a man out of his time --

I went to the '80s.
That wasn't a problem.

I simply must say no.
That's final.

Now, Martin, we can't risk

further destabilization
of the fourth dimension.

You'll sync the time machine
to John's first jump

and send me back
in real time?

You got it.

John landed in Paris
at 6:00 a.m.

Exactly 2 hours and 17 minutes
have passed since then.

Therefore,
I will arrive at 8:17

and have approximately
three hours to stop him.

Will that be enough time?

Henry's flat was
just down the street
from the RAC hospital.

My hope is that
he didn't venture too far

in the hours
before his deployment.

Jane.

Good luck.

I can't risk her life.

She will realize that.

Here, I was able
to track this down for you.

What is this for?

Protection.

It's a 1915 semiautomatic,
fully loaded.

I am not comfortable
taking a gun.

Violence is not the option.

Well, then,
use this to prevent it.

Against
all better judgment.

Wait.

When do you want me to send
the machine back for you?

12:00 noon.

By then, I will have
accomplished my mission...

or failed miserably,
and all will be lost.

Londoner.

Is my accent that dreadful?

I was just down
at the Army hospital,

and they said this is where
many of the doctors

come after their shifts.

Not for very much longer.

The Brits are moving north

to fight the Germans
at Saint Quentin.

You don't happen
to know a doctor

by the name of Henry Ayers,
do you?

I'm an old friend.

I was hoping to bump into him
before he left Paris.

Henry Ayers, huh?

You're friends
with that scoundrel?

So I take it
he's a bit sinister, yeah?

Oh, I could tell you
some stories.

Margot!

Henry, my love!

How about one last drink
for the road?
Ohh!

Ohh!

Careful, he'll sucker you
into paying for the round.

I'm Margot, by the way.
I am this lucky bloke's fiancée.

Henry Ayers.
Pleased to meet you.

John.

Well, don't be rude.
You don't recognize your friend?

It's quite all right.

I am cursed
with a familiar face.

And I'm cursed
to never forget them.

Are you sure we've met?

In all truth, no.
No, we've not met.

But I've come to find you

because I used to know
your mother, Pauline Ayers.

I'll be damned.

He actually went
to see his son.

You knew he'd go
to 1918 Paris?

I knew he had a son in Paris
who dies in 1918.

I didn't think
he'd actually go.

Why would John care
about having a son?

He's a psychopathic
narcissist.

Something was created
in his image.

His ego...

Ow!

...must seek it out.

Ow!
That hurts.

You should have won
the fight.

He had a knife.

He didn't play fair.

What are you doing?

This treatment is more effective
on a fresh wound.

What treatment?
Aah, Brooke, come on!

You -- You could have
numbed me.

I could have.

Dermis tissue.

Lab-grown
from stem cells.

What the hell?

This is Dad's research.

A basic version of it, yes.

The injection activates
the transfer of genetic code

from the surrounding skin cells
to the undifferentiated tissue.

We could have used this
in Iraq.

Well, pretty soon,

every soldier will be carrying
it in their pocket.

So if that's
the basic version,

what else are you doing
with Dad's research?

Well, look at that.

Griffin's interested
in something other than himself.

No, I'm serious.

What's going on down here?

Would you like to meet
one of my patients?

Nick, this is my brother,
Griffin.

You don't mind
showing off for him, do you?

Not at all.

Does that measure
his grip strength?

Yep.

Whenever you're ready.

That's impossible.

I've developed
an enhancement drug

from his own
genetic makeup.

That number can't be right.

900 pounds means he has --

The strength of six men.

And his heart
isn't even up to 150.

Thank you, Nick.

Anytime, Brooke.

I'll be right back.

Is this even legal,
what you're doing --

experimenting on humans?

Clinical trials.
Completely legal and contracted.

This better be on the up-and-up,
not like what Dad did.

This could be bad for us.

You mean bad for you
and your political career?

What's going on
with Project Utopia?

Vanessa's looking into it.

So far, nothing.

Make sure it stays that way.

Are we doing
the right thing here?

There's still time
to stop it all.

If Vanessa finds out
I'm involved --

I know you care
about Vanessa.

You spent all this time
getting close to her.

It's only natural.

But her family
destroyed ours.

We lost everything.

Don't forget that.

It's our turn now.

My mother moved
back to Stockport

right before I was born.

Did you work with her
at the hospital?

I was doing my residency then,
and Pauline was kind to me.

She spoke so highly of you.

I was at the hospital earlier
and saw your name on a chart.

Thought I'd look you up.

I'm so sorry to hear
of her passing.

At least she was spared
the sight of this war.

She loved Paris.

It would have destroyed her
to see it this way.

Hmm.
Yes.

And this is where she met
your father.

She spoke about my father?

A bit, yes.

So you know he abandoned her
without a second thought.

She gave up on Paris

so my grandparents
could help her raise me.

Now here I am,
defending it in war.

Yes, the number of men killed
is...unfathomable.

The past several months
have been...particularly bloody.

But still, the mind
finds ways through it.

It's a strange thing
to take a life, isn't it?

My calling is to save lives,
not take them.

Yes, but I imagine
the lines are often blurred.

I can assure you they're not.

Well, it's impressive

to experience darkness
and not be consumed by it.

Well, we don't have
much choice, do we?

We either reject the darkness
or we let it destroy us.

Another round?

Please.

Two more, please.Make it three.

What do you say?

I thought you'd show your face
sooner or later.

So, Paris at war.

Quite a sight, eh?

It's an inconceivable tragedy.

Oh, lighten up.

Paris survives.

The world marches on.

We saw it ourselves.

And we saw the scars
that were left behind.

These conflicts happen
again and again.

Each time, the killing
easier than before.

You're so dramatic.

War can never
be truly stopped.

Once you unleash
a beast of this magnitude,

there's no way
to call it off.

Perhaps one day,
we shall annihilate each other.

We'll call it
"The War of the Worlds."

I see fatherhood
hasn't granted you

a more benevolent view
of humanity.

Hmm.

Yes, Henry.

I don't approve of the name,
but a decent lad, nonetheless.

Who'd have thought?

The conclusion is obvious.

Leave him alone.

Let him stay that way.

I'm doing
a heroic thing here.

His death is tragic,

but the fact remains
you can't change history.

Is that a guideline,

or will the world fall apart
in front of our eyes?

Quite possibly.

So I'm supposed
to let my son die?

Is that it?

Unfortunately, yes.

Because that is how
history records it.

Doesn't
the Utopian philosophy

require us to use our knowledge
to save his life?

It's not our choice.

Saving Henry could cost
countless others.

Sounds like
a grand adventure to me.

Is that why
you're doing this?

Thrills?

Do you even care
about Henry at all?

Maybe that's what
I'm trying to discover.

You're a complicated man,
John.

I'll grant you that.

And I am sorry about your son,
but you can't interfere.

Another drink?

Hey, there.

How are you feeling?

All bandaged up
and cleared for combat.

Thanks.

Have you seen Vanessa?

Uh, she went
to go speak with some guy

who used to work
for her father.

About Project Utopia?

She's on her cell
if you need her.

No, i-it can wait.

What's all this?

There were photographers
and journalists

all over Paris
during the war,

and these are from an archive
at the national museum.

Wow.
Incredible.

How do you have access
to this stuff?

My job gives me access.

What is it you do?

I'm an assistant curator
at the Space Museum,

Or I am
until I get fired,

which could be any day now
if I keep calling in sick.

Ah.

So, um,
what are you looking for?

I requested all the images
for March 30th

thinking maybe I could give us
some information

that would help us in 1918,

but all that is pointless,

given that I'm here
and not in Paris.

Yeah.

Um, World War I
was a dangerous time.

I wouldn't put a woman I cared
about in danger like that.

Am I the only one here that's
living in the 21st century?

No one wants to put
someone they love in danger.

I wouldn't say H.G. loves me.

Well, I've seen
you two together.

If it's not love,
it's certainly getting there.

Uh, but I do feel for you.

Gonna be tough
when he finally

takes his time machine
and heads home.

Yeah.

I guess it will be.

It's time.

I don't want you to go.

I must.

But I'll be back soon.

Do you promise?

Yeah, good lad!

You'll never convince Henry
to dessert his comrades.

Then I'll have to use
other means to stop him.

Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen,

but I'm afraid
I must take my leave.

When this is all over,
I'll look you up in Stockport.

We'll raise a glass
to my mother.

I'd like that very much,
Henry.

I'm sorry to see you go.

Say a prayer for peace.

Peace...
and long life.

Well,
always a pleasure, H.G.

Stay seated, John.

I do believe this moment
feels familiar.

Albeit reversed.

Aren't you worried
people will see?

I will shoot you in the leg
and carry you

back to the time machine
if I have to.

You have it all thought out,
don't you?

I can't let you save
your son, John.

And you can't stop me.

John!

Not in my café!

He's a bloody spy.
I heard him talking.

He said the Germans
were up to something --No, no, you've got this wrong.

I must stop this man.

Drop the gun
before I kill you.

I'll go get help.

You have it wrong!

One more word,
and you're dead.

You must listen to me.You're not going anywhere.

I would explain everything,
but Henry's transport
is leaving in moments.

What does Henry
have to do with this?

John has gone to pull him off
the Army transport.

Why?
Is he in danger?

There's no time to explain.
You have to take my word for it.

Vanessa Anders
all grown up.

My goodness.

I remember when you would

come visit your father
at the lab.

I remember, too.

I loved those visits.

I think of your father often.

Your parents' death
was such a tragedy.

So much important work
left undone.

Well, that work
is why I'm here, Dr. Meyers.

I've recently come across

a project my father
was working on --

Utopia.

Do you remember it?

Oh, Utopia.
Um...

No, not sure
that rings a bell.

It was 1980.

My father had just patented
his breakthrough.

You were his right-hand man.

You knew everything
going on in the lab.

It was such a long time ago,
Vanessa.

Sometimes,
the past should stay the past.

Dr. Meyers, please.

This is extremely important.

What can you tell me?

I-I just don't want you to be
disappointed in your father,

to think less of him.

Why would I think less
of him?

David was
a brilliant scientist,

but he was young,
impatient.

Some of the medications
he patented --

they saved the company
from financial ruin,

but he didn't do
the original research.

Did he steal the research?

He never admitted it,
but I did suspect.

There was no name on the files
other than "Utopia."

And after your parents
were killed,

the original hard copies
vanished.

Well, there must
be something left.

I still have
everything I brought

from -- from the lab
when I retired.

But such a long
time ago, Vanessa.

It's -- It's unlikely,
I'm afraid,

that I have
anything that can help you,

but, uh, I'll look.

Thank you.
All right.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.
Henry Ayers?

Henry Ayers.
That way? Thank you.

I'll get right to it.

Henry!
Henry.

John.
You shouldn't be here.

Listen to me.
It's vitally important we speak.

I only need a moment.

Pardon me, sir.
I don't think you understand.

I'm deploying to war.

One, sir.

I have urgent news
from your father.

That's impossible.

My father doesn't even know
I was born.

I swear on my life
he does.

He sent me to find you.

You worked with my mother.
How do you know my father?

Just...come with me
for a moment.

I'll tell you everything.

-Allons-y!
-All right, men, let's move out!

What's so important my father
couldn't say it to me himself?

Your transport
is going to be ambushed.

You and your men will
be dead before you even
make it to the front.

You're mad.

Where did you get
this information?

I can't say,

but your father sent me here
to help you.

That is the most
unbelievable part of all.

My father is a vile prat
who only cares for himself.

Why would he help me?

Because you're nothing
like him.

I should hope not.

Hey, you.

Busy day?

More like one of those days
where nothing is going right.

Mm, how can I help?

You could keep doing
what you're doing

for a few more seconds.

Oh, hold on.

Things might be getting
a little better.

Okay.

Dr. Meyers.

Vanessa, my late wife
always told me I was a hoarder,

but sometimes,
it does come in handy.

You found something.

Some old files that I thought
had been shredded,

but I haven't had a chance
to go through them yet.

I'll be right there.

Who is Dr. Meyers?Cedric Meyers, a scientist.

I will explain everything
when I get back.All right.

Just keep
your fingers crossed.Okay.

Hey.

Hey, so I have
something on Utopia.

We need to find Cedric Meyers.

Help! Someone!

It's too late.

They're all gone.

I have to get back
to my men.

You don't understand
what I mean by "gone."

Why are you doing this?

Clearly not
for the gratitude.

You have kidnapped me
against my will.

I saved you!

Your father saved you!

The man you judge,

the man the whole world
has put on trial in absentia!

The selfish, vile prat.
The Ripper!

You know him so well,

yet beg to know why.

Why? Why?!

He's lived a dark
and dishonorable life.

He's done
despicable things.

But that does not preclude

the possibility of good,
does it, hmm?

My boy.
My boy.

Congratulations.

You are the proof --

the one good thing
he might ever do.

The punctuation of a remarkable,
misunderstood life.

You're a madman.

I do -- I do believe
you're right.

Untie me.

At once.

Are you with the 9th battalion?

There's been an attack, sir.

German artillery hit the convoy
on the outskirts of the city.

There have been heavy losses.

Sir, do you know, was everyone
present and accounted for?

Yes.

Yes.

P-Please,
I-I need a moment.

-Let's go and search the tents.
-Yes, sir.

You son of a bitch.

Most men respond favorably
when someone saves their life.

I was supposed
to be on that truck.

How did you know?

Henry, there's so much
I want to tell you.

We'll leave this place,
and I'll explain everything.

I promise I will.

Take this second chance,

and go be with Margot.

Stay away from us.

Don't let me see
your face again.

1918.
I have to go back now.

This is Henry Ayers

on the same day
he supposedly died

when his convoy was attacked
outside the city.

The records were wrong.
He was never on that truck.

He died at a café.

H.G.'s looking for him
in the wrong place.

We should be looking
at Café L'Automne.

Here it is.
March 30, 1918.

"An unidentified army medic,"
our Henry,

"died trying to rescue people

after the café was hit
by the Paris Gun."

There's no address.

Poor guy.

Avoided the ambush,
but ended up dead, anyway.

Jane,
I-I don't think you sh--

That photo.

That guy in the background --
Can you enlarge it?

Those clothes.

It's H.G.

Print -- Print the article.

H.G. wanted you to stay here,
stay safe.

He doesn't get to decide
what I can and can't do.

But if you go back --

Are you gonna send me back,
or are you gonna let him die?

Okay.

Okay.

D-Do you even know
where to find Wells?

Um, the truck just left,

so I'll look for him
at the deployment yard.

What if you don't
find him in time?

We don't know when
that picture was taken.I'll find him.

Vanessa?

I'm sorry.
I thought you were someone else.

Ohh.

No!
No, please!

No!

No.
No, what are you doing?

Dr. Meyers?

It's Vanessa.

Dr. Meyers?

Hello?

Dr. Meyers?

Cedric?

Dr. Meyers.

Oh, God.

Dr. Meyers.

Dr. Meyers.

Oh, God.

911. What is your emergency?

Hello.
I'm at 380 Oak Street.

My friend -- I think he had
a heart attack.

Stay on the line.Yes, I'll stay on the line.

Okay, ma'am,
help is on the way.

Hello?

Someone there?

Anybody here?

Hello?

Couldn't resist Paris in spring,
either, I see.

Let go of me.

Lost track of H.G.?

Has he not given you
the bad news?

What are you talking about?

I won.

The transport left
without him.

I saved Henry's life.

Congratulations.

I hope that makes you
very happy.

What's this you're holding?

That has nothing
to do with you.

What is this?

Leave it alone, John.
Please.

Henry dies at the café.

I didn't save him
after all.

Wait.
Wait!

There was an attack on our
convoy headed to Saint Quentin.

What did you know about it?

I-I knew nothing.
How could I?

Do you know what
the punishment is for treason?

Margot!

Henry.

You came back!

John pulled me
off the transport.

Everyone else is dead.

No!

Henry!

Margot.

H.G.!

Oh, God.
Oh, God, H.G.

Please be okay.

I tried to stop it.

Please.

You need a doctor.

Jane,
what are you doing here?

I'm getting you
to the time machine.

It's coming soon, okay?Okay.

Come on.
We have to get you out of here.

Henry.

It's all right.
I'm here.

She's going to be okay.

How did you know?

No, Henry, don't.

There are still
people trapped inside.Henry!

Henry.
Don't!

Henry!

-Help!
-Get away from there!

This is how
Henry's supposed to die.

-Henry!
-Henry!

Henry!

Henry!

No!

No!

There was nothing
you could do.

It was his day to die.

H.G.!

No!

H.G., wake up!

Can you help him?

Can you help him?!
Please.

Please.
Please.

Not a good sign.

Help him.
Why would I?

Because you're more
than a murderer.

You're a doctor.
You told me yourself.

Now, prove it.

Prove it.

His eyes are dilated.

Could have brain swelling
or internal bleeding.

He needs a hospital.Help me get him
to the time machine.

I'm not going back!

Yes.
You have to.

There's nothing left
for you here. Please.

Please.

Where's the time machine?

This way.

His blast injury resulted
in a mild hematoma,

which obstructed
blood flow to his heart.

He's on blood thinners
and meds for the pain.

All he needs to do now
is rest.

Thank you
for getting him home.

Vanessa Anders, I assume.

We finally meet.

Where are you putting him?

The basement for now.

I saved Wells.

Isn't that worth anything?

Doesn't erase
what you've done...

or who you are.

I suppose not.

Well,
it was nice to meet you.

I do hope to see you again.

Jane?

Where are we?

2017.

We did it.

And what of John?

Vanessa has him locked up.

And his son, Henry?

He died.

John didn't change
anything.

He did help
bring you back.

He's locked up?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Easy.

We had to insert
this tube in your arm.

Oh, this is a very impressive
anesthetic.

I feel very lightheaded.

Ooh.
And good.

Jane, I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

No, it's not.

I-I didn't wish
to be an oinking pig.

A sexistoinking pig.

I'm sorry if my behavior
offends you.

No.
I'm sorry for being too pushy.

It's just I've grown
very fond of you,

and the idea that you could
be hurt is unbearable.

That's exactly why
I had to go back.

I had to help you.

I do believe
fate has brought us together.

You're hurt.
You need to rest.

No, hurt is what I'll be

when I'm forced
to say goodbye to you.

You're not going anywhere
right now but to sleep.

But one day,
I will go home,

and I'll be forced to live
a life without you in it.

I can't imagine
a day without you in it.

Wells is back,
and he brought John with him.

Vanessa has him
locked up tight.

Wells, John,

and the time machine
all in one place.

Makes things easier.

You killed Cedric Meyers.

He had a heart attack.

Don't lie to me, Brooke,
not now, not about this.

I did what I had to do
to keep your girlfriend

from finding out
what you're up to.

Well, it didn't work.

Vanessa has Meyers' computer.

Then you better hope
she doesn't find anything,

or we're both screwed.