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An actual time machine

is in the university's basement?!

Look, all we really found was 40 tonnes

of mismatched steel that doesn't even have a proper "on" button.

The blueprint was found in Detective Murdoch's notebook.

There must be a reason. - You mean, a man I've never met

before had a blueprint no one else in the world

knows about hid in a notebook my dad never showed me?

All I'm saying- - Yes, Macy Murdoch.

Do tell us.

Where have the three of you been?

You missed the assignment.

Oh, uh... professor...

Why don't you head to your next lecture.

I'll catch them up to speed on what you assigned.

She's usually not so... that.

(chuckling)

The assignment is to solve the crime

using the means and methods

that Detective William Murdoch used in 1910

once he was assigned the case.

Any chance you got a cheat-sheet?

Everything you need is right in there.

Suspect list, crime scene photo.

Oh, she hates digital submissions.

So use a clear duo-tang. The library has extra.

- Thanks for the tip. - Cheers.

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So the murderer was either her colleague,

fianc� or PhD student?

Easy. Fianc� did it.

Nine out of ten CSI episodes end that way.

So fianc� Grady Robbins is our answer because CSI says so?

Sorry is that, like, disrespectful?

I don't think assignments have feelings.

I mean, you're a Murdoch.

This stuff is probably important to you.

Honestly, more my dad's jam.

So is he gonna freak that day one of class features his bae?

(chuckling)

Ya. He's totally gonna eat this up.

I wonder where Zane is with those duo-tangs?

I think he got distracted.

Wanna grab Zane and head back to my place and finish this up?

My Mom's ordering Thai, if you like.

I 100% do and I am 100% down.

Ugh. Forgot my keys.

Hopefully, my mom's already home.

(knocking on door)

- Oh. Hello there. - Hey, Mom.

Is it okay if my friends stay over for dinner?

I... I think you have the wrong house.

(laughing) - Funny, Mom. So can they?

Is this some sort of neighbourhood prank or something?

Mom. It's me. Macy.

I'm sorry, I'm not your mom.

Are you alright?

Are you alright?

Do you... do you need help?

Should I call someone? - No. Um...

We must have the wrong house.

(dramatic music)

My mom doesn't know me! How can she not know me?

What is happening?

My parents still know me.

(sighing)

"Of course I'm your Mom, please put a load

in the washer." Yeah, samesies.

So, what the heck is specifically happening to me?!

It's like I'm a character in some alternate reality.

Wait. Oh no.

(breathing heavily)

Where are you going?!

(both): Macy, stop! - Wait!

Think about it, we find a time machine,

and suddenly, my mom doesn't recognize me. It's connected.

It's a broken piece of junk. You said it yourself.

(breathing heavily)

Hello, not so broken junk.

It's a scientific coup!

Look at the dates, they're different from what we put in.

Someone used this! - There's no way.

October 20th 1910? Why is that familiar?

It's our assignment.

That's the day Dr. Van Doren was murdered.

That's hella spooky.

Did she use her machine to escape?

Did the murderer?

We need answers.

Respected detective now questioned for murder?!

(sighing)

Okay. It's not that bad.

According to this article,

"Van Doren's murderer was convicted and put away for life.

He was none other than long-standing member

of Toronto's police force detective... William Murdoch."

(dramatic music)

"Evidence found at the scene of the crime

linked the disgraced detective to the murder

of one of Toronto's academic elite."

Is this some sick joke?

Are you two in on this? This is...

William Murdoch is not a murderer!

We're not in on any joke, Macy.

As it appears before us,

that article is journalistic fact.

Journalistic fact from over 100 years ago.

Macy, if William Murdoch went to jail for murder,

his whole timeline would have been affected.

You might not be a Murdoch right now.

You might not even be Macy right now.

No. No.

My dad said that William-

William Murdoch's life changed on October 20th, 1910.

And therefore, so did his wife's, his daughter's.

It's classic cause and effect.

So, maybe my dad... was never born?

Okay. Enough with the Twilight Zone vibes.

This is easy. Macy, just text your dad, like we did.

I can't. He...

He... he died last year.

Macy, I'm so sorry.

So in this new reality, my family never existed?

My dad never existed?

But... that's not true. He's my dad.

He lived. He can't just... disappear!

Hey, it's okay, we'll figure this out.

Your dad is your dad. Period.

There has to be something we can do.

I'm going back.

I'm going to use the machine and fix this.

Someone is jumping through time dimensions

and messing with my family.

There is a high degree of probability

that going back could actually make the future worse.

Nothing is worse than my dad never existing.

I have to prove Murdoch is innocent

and find the real murderer.

You don't have to come.

Non nobis solum nati sumus.

"Not for ourselves alone are we born."

Life is to help.

Agreed. We're in.

Latin and all. (chuckling)

Thank you.

Really. Thanks.

Woo! (laughing)

So, what's the first step to time travel?

(upbeat music)

(phone shutter clicking)

We're ready.

Okay, so I set the date

to October 20th 1910 on the controller.

Why can't we go back a day earlier,

warn Van Doren and avoid the murder from happening at all?

Fact: That would cause a "butterfly effect" in history.

It would be chaos. Our objective should be

to disrupt as little as possible.

Right. So, no school dances with our ancestors.

Got it. - Ready?

(overlapping chatter)

Billie! Zane!

Ready?

That's rhetorical, right?

(sighing)

(beeping)

(whirring)

(screaming)

(epic music)

(screaming)

(breathing heavily)

(machine hissing)

It worked! (laughing)

Did we just... time travel?

Is everyone okay? Particles intact?

I think so.

Where are we?

Of course.

Twin time machines!

That's what Kurt said she built in class!

A teleportation device that enables time travel.

Woah!

Machine A teleports you to machine B.

Don't worry about it. - Okay.

Uh, October 20th, 1910.

Same date we inputed. We're here.

Let's go save my future.

(upbeat music)

(epic music)

(laughing)

I was at the CNE this summer, but this is...

(sighing) ...next level.

We should be as inconspicuous as possible.

Don't draw any atten- - Woah! Look at these prices!

Maybe we don't act like we've never been on these streets before.

Ah, Zane, the amount of sci-fi you read,

you should be all over this! - Precisely.

I've read enough science fiction

to know the sooner we get this done-

You're right. Good call, Zane.

We know that Van Doren was killed in a park

by one of these three suspects.

Now, we just have to prove it.

So we just need to find a totally generic-looking park.

Sure, that won't take an eternity.

(soft music)

We don't have to find a park.

We just have to find the...

(together): City morgue!

(gasping)

I can't believe this.

(gasping)

It's a marvel.

A total Victorian medical marvel.

There! The body.

It's Van Doren.

The coroner hasn't finished this yet.

We're too early.

(screaming)

It's just gravity. (screaming)

It's fine.

What isn't fine is trespassing.

(dramatic music)

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