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Bit early in the day for a party, Mr.
McNeil?

But everyone seems to be having a
wonderful time, sir.

I've seen men pass kidney stones with
more enthusiasm.

When I pay for a soiree, I expect people
to enjoy themselves. Absolutely, sir.

This table just arrived today, sir, from
London. The Germans are continuing

their build -up. British intelligence
believes the transatlantic shipping

may soon be threatened.

Once again, sir, your timing is
impeccable.

Yes.

Well... You can kiss my backside when we
reach New York.

Until then, the efficacy of my timing
remains to be seen.

Is everything secured below?

Your secret is safe, Mr. McNeil.

It better be.

Or the only other secret to this voyage
will be the exact spot at which I have

you thrown overboard.

It's a wonderful party, Willie.

Thank you.

I've seen chain gangs with more
enthusiasm.

Sounds like they're having quite the
time below deck.

Yeah.

You seem...

Upset, Captain?

Do I?

For all we know, this ship could be
surrounded by German U -boats willing to

sink her at the tip of the Fuhrer's hat.

I'll take my celebrating for New York
Harbor.

I don't understand, sir. If you're this
concerned, why did you agree to...

Accept this charter because the Empress
deserves the best.

I'm not about to let some mercenary
piece of sea trash command what might be

last voyage.

Doesn't mean I have to approve of the
circumstances or our benefactor, Mr.

McNeil.

Don't believe this, but this is my very
first cruise.

Twitch in your debt.

The year 2007.

Time travel is a reality, and it's
fallen into criminal hands.

With history itself at risk.

The United States performs the Time
Assortment Commission, a top secret

responsible for policing the temporal
community.

Evil agents track unlawful travelers
across time.

Their mission, protect the past,
preserve the future.

These agents are known as Time Cops.

Amix, moving day.

Not something like that.

I say you can tell a lot about a person
from what they keep on their desk.

Really? Let's see. Looking at yours, I
can tell what you've had for lunch for

the last three weeks.

I've noticed all these photos before. Is
this your family?

Family, friends, memories.

You know, it's funny.

Sometimes when it's late and I'm
wondering if it's all worth it, the job,

risks, they help me remember why I'm
here.

Is there a light?

Oh, yes. Sorry, Captain. I did get much
sleep last night.

What's that on your neck?

Your neck?

Oh, it appears to be lipstick.

Glycerin -based, if I'm not mistaken.

Lipstick. Lipstick?

I suppose some sort of explanation is in
order.

Well, as you're no doubt aware, I'm
frequently asked to lecture on my many

of expertise.

Last night, for example, I was debating
the exciting legacy of Walter Mondale's

vice presidency with an intellectually
dubious Nobel laureate.

Sounds like a hoot.

It was.

At any rate, it seems my lecture series
has attracted a small coterie of

enthusiasts, mostly of the female
persuasion.

Wait a minute. Are you saying you have
groupies?

I prefer the term acolytes.

Captain, we're getting something here. A
level two in rising, emanating from the

late 1930s.

Logan, prep for launch.

Hemmings, pin down an exact date.

Right away.

You, love machine, work up a full
historical analysis.

We'll reconvene in the library in five
minutes.

We've narrowed the date to July 4th,
1939.

Easter should be getting the location
grid.

Now.

Hold on.

Something is very wrong here.

Excuse me, Captain.

Okay.

Longitude.

Light it.

Just as I thought.

There's nothing there. Exactly.

Temporal sciences have just zeroed the
geographic field on our level, too. It's

emanating from the middle of the
Atlantic Ocean.

Meaning that unless our purpose is
planning on trading water indefinitely,

time -traveling amigo has dropped
himself onto some sort of ocean -going

vessel. 1939.

1939, of course. The Empress, chartered
by the millionaire William J. McNeil.

The Empress of the Americas.

Empress is one of the world's most
popular luxury lines.

Art deco facade, indoor swimming pool.
What makes today's floating amusement

parks look like the Scout Gilligan
crashed on a three -hour tour.

So what happened on this particular
trip? Did the ship make it?

Oh, safe and sound. It arrived in New
York Harbor July 8, 1939.

Wait a minute. I just heard my kid
talking about this. Ah, well, the video

youngins must have inadvertently channel
surfed across one of our so -called

educational networks.

Chris pulled this up from the video
archives that ran last month.

The unexplored world of the sea.

A Cook Brothers expedition.

Join me and Herod Cook. The Cook
Brothers? The TV explorers?

Winners of this year's Jacques Cousteau
wannabe contest.

Please. Cook Brothers aren't fit to
shine Cousteau's bathysphere.

Captain Crunch has a better
understanding of nautical science.

Here's where it gets interesting.
Beautiful realm of Earth's oceans.

I'm Dean Cook.

And in a moment, we'll preview our next
great expedition, recreating the

legendary voyage of the endless of the
Americas.

I'm Eric Cook.

Stay tuned for an adventure to
unexplored worlds right after these

Easter.

Fascinating as all this may be, none of
it comes close to explaining why we have

a level two ripple in 1939.

It might have something to do with the
gold. What gold?

McNeil always claimed he chartered the
Empress to rescue his European staff.

Turns out his motives weren't quite so
pure.

When he closed down his European
operation, he converted all his assets

gold.

Tons of it.

McNeil's employees provided a convenient
cover story, but the fact is he needed

the Empress to haul his fortune back to
America.

Worth millions at 1939 prices, hundreds
of millions today.

Sounds to me like we've got a motive.

What about the brothers McPopeye? The
McPopeyes?

They're in my short list.

Never been a big believer in
coincidence.

Then you're going to love this.

Take a look.

I pulled the Empress's passenger list
and cross -referenced the names using my

own genealogical search engine.

Passenger Edith Thomas married James
Hemings, who sired a son, David, who

married and had a daughter named Claire.

Edith Thomas was my grandmother.

Well, I guess that explains your
interest in the Empress.

I didn't mention my grandmother because
I knew there'd be question about my

going back.

Well, you're right. Even if this ripple
rated a two -man team, you're making it

personal, Claire.

I've been there. It's very dangerous.
Jean, tell her.

You're actually asking me?

I thought I'd been demoted somewhere
between the conference room and the

I know the history of the Empress inside
and out.

My grandma died when I was nine, but not
until she drilled every detail of the

Emperor's trip into me.

She always knew McNeil had something up
his sleeve.

She was bothered that she couldn't prove
it.

Look, Jack, this isn't personal.

I know the rules. It just makes sense.

You should have told me.

I know.

All right.

Discussion's over.

Hemmings, sit up.

fancied herself a reporter, but it
didn't last.

Don't get me wrong, she was a wonderful
woman, but as I remember it, Dreamy's

idea of an adventure was an extra scoop
of local beef.

You brought

her picture, didn't you?

The one from your desk?

They say it helps to concentrate on
something during lunch.

She's always there for me.

And we hope I can return the favor.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Watch.

Where do you think we should start?

Well, unless we're trying out for the
next Star Trek movie, we should find

clothes.

Swiss pocket watch.

Silver cigarette case. These people
really knew how to live.

How'd Dad do?

One thing I don't understand.

Assuming our temporal criminals get
their hands on McNeil's gold, how are

planning to move it into the future?

I've been wondering the same thing. I've
never seen a sled that could handle

that much weight and mass.

At least not yet, anyway.

You two, freeze!

Upper deck was supposed to be clear.
Looks like we should have come back 11

minutes earlier.

What the hell are we going to do with
Hansel and Gretel here?

But we were told all passengers and crew
go below deck.

Let's go, cowboy! Back up the steps!

This is not good.

Look it!

And overboard!

That last step's a doozy.

Take her below. Get her out of my face.

You're going my signal.

It's this thing, darling.

Want my advice?

Make like a card player.

A deal.

Come on.

Come on.

I call this pleasure.

Attention, everyone.

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention,
please.

I'd like to propose a toast to the
gentleman who organized this wonderful

of July celebration.

The man who's responsible for chartering
this ship.

and bringing his European staff safely
home to America.

What in blazes?

Sounded like gunfire.

You don't believe this, but this is my
very first cruise.

Twitching your debt.

Well, let's hear it again for Mr.

J. William McNeil.

I'll drink to that.

Or maybe

not. My God.

I'm looking for William McNeil.

What in the devil are you?

Me? I'm just a low -life...

Attitude, country, western, love and
Harley hugger. We're just taking your

precious boat.

Deeper, we set.

Radio's up.

Bridge secured.

Ahoy.

Now hear this.

An armed and unbelievably dangerous
group of men have taken control of the

Empress.

Pretty passengers.

Now, I want all the members of the crew
to report to the main ballroom

immediately. Because any hesitancy, I
start putting holes in things.

Starting with the guests.

No, no, no. Hold on a second there, son.
Better listen to him, McNeil.

These guys are pretty serious.

Your eyes stay puffed.

Don't push me.

And you.

I got my eyes on you, sweetheart.

What do you want from me? My ship?

From you, Captain?

A simple twist to the ship's wheel.

Change course due south. We'll just beat
ahead.

Due south?

Insane. That'll take us away from the
United States. From any port.

I want directions. I'll call Ranger
McNally.

Just do it.

As long as I'm captain, this ship stays
its course.

Really?

Do you share Mr.

Harriman's death before dishonor
sentiments?

What was that heading?

Eleven.

Twelve.

And lucky 13.

Well, that looks like everyone.

My compliments, Mr. McNeil.

Your hand -picked crew caved in like a
bad souffle.

You folks need anything, I'll be right
outside.

Everyone just stay calm.

I don't think they want to hurt us.

At least not yet anyway.

You seem to know a lot about these men.

Perhaps you'd like to explain just how
you came to fall into their hands.

I was on the upper deck and they came
out of nowhere.

And maybe you're one of them. Set to
keep tags on us.

Willie, Willie, Willie.

Some pistol swinging eight bell is a few
cheap threats and suddenly you're

shaking like San Fran during the big
one.

You need a drink.

If you know something... I know the
scotch is good, the ice is cold, and

panicking will get us anywhere.

Blondie's with me.

Any more questions?

You brought her aboard with you?

Stalway?

Without my authorization? If I waited
for authorization every time I wanted

something, I'd still be sharpening
pencils at the Pipsqueak Student

Besides, I have a feeling you know more
than you're telling.

Drink? It'd be a shame to let McNeil
guzzle it. He doesn't know good scotch

gasoline.

So why'd you vouch for me?

For all you know, I could be one of
them.

I don't think so.

Have we met?

Because I have the strangest feeling
that I know you.

Yeah, it's not likely.

Doesn't matter.

Maybe you just look like you needed a
friend.

Edith Thomas.

Edith Thomas.

Yeah. And if I had a business card, I
would say, would -be journalist.

I'm Claire Cooper.

Stay away.

So, you're a journalist.

So to speak.

Since leaving college, I've been
traveling the world, looking for

The Orient, Persia, Europe.

Can I have my way on to the Empress?
Because I was sure I'd finally found

something in Willie's epic voyage.

Fortunately, I seem to have been right.

I must admit, I am awed.

The Cook brothers must be subsidizing
half the publicists in Lotusland. A

plethora of self -promoting spam.

On their ship, on their television show,
on their fancy news submersible.

But I'm afraid we are woefully short of
smoking guns.

I understand they already set off on
their grand expedition.

Yeah, I was just checking their Internet
site. They've even concocted a real

-time navigational chart showing the
course and speed of their... Hold on.

What?

Well... The Empress crossed the Atlantic
via the standard shipping lanes

at the time.

For some reason, the cook... expedition
has taken a sudden and rather dramatic

detour to the south.

I think it's time I had a word with the
Double Mint Twins.

I think you are great here, but I
think... What is the ammunition?

Besides, it all sounds like you probably
prefer a burial at sea.

As in duck.

I don't mean to seem ungrateful, Don,
but who the hell are you?

My name's Logan.

I'm with the Maritime Commission.

That's new.

We were expecting trouble. These men
want McNeil's gold.

Gold? I knew there had to be an
explanation for McNeil's largesse. I

reason beyond the marilines of his
employees.

You know where it might be hidden? If I
knew it was on board, we'd never have

left port.

Word gets out about that, it'd be like
painting a target across the ship's bow.

I searched the home before we left.

If he's hidden his loot on board, he did
a damn fine job of it.

What did Easter say?

I take a facade into a swimming pool.

There's a pool.

Below decks.

It's off limits this trip.

Plumbing problem.

But McNeil wouldn't wait to have it
repaired.

Show me.

What makes you think the gold is in
here?

Wolves are designed to hold tons of
water.

Better place to hide in there.

What in heaven's name is that?

It's got nothing to do with heaven.

Where's your green for protection?

Shape C -4 charges.

Some sort of bomb.

The detonator's tied to our cores.

No, no, no, no.

Stand back.

Explored Worlds.

Well, well, well.

Mr. Kiefer and Mr. Fuqua were supposed
to keep the ship's complement occupied

while I finished my work.

Captain Harriman, you I recognize.

I must have seen the newsreel footage of
the Empress's triumphant arrival in New

York a hundred times.

However, you...

Nothing to say.

You look taller on TV.

Oh.

One of my loyal fans.

Well, now you have come an awfully long
way for an autograph.

Time cop.

And you've come a long way to scuttle
this ship.

Do you have any idea how history will
change if you kill all these people?

The ramifications into the future.

And do you have any idea how little I
care?

My brother Eric warned me about the TEC.

He was afraid our temporal excursion
might pop up in your little dome.

But frankly, if this is the best TEC has
to offer, I'm not impressed.

Go ahead. Study it.

It's completely self -contained.
Impossible to disarm.

The one thing I learned from doing live
television...

Commitment. And I am completely
committed to this course of action.

And so, it seems, are you.

There's got to be a way in.

Compass -based, of course. Navigational
satellites are still a dream.

What did he mean, live television?

Time cut?

Focused ambient laser grid.

Cook's probably the only one who can
disarm it.

Mr. Logan, if these men are going to
destroy my ship, I damn well want to

how.

I don't have time to explain everything,
Captain, but this man Cook has set this

device to explode when we reach this new
position.

Those are shaped explosive charges
pointing down.

When the bomb explodes, the ship will go
with it.

Now we need to get these passengers off
the lifeboats.

Practically useless.

One of Cook's men has destroyed the ship
to shore radio. We can't even send out

an SOS.

But Neil's passengers?

It won't even last two hours and he's
seized.

detonators tied to our course.

So if we can't disarm the bomb, then we
have to change direction,

away from Cook's new position.

The main bridge is guarded six ways to
Sunday, but there is an auxiliary

in the engine room.

We might just be able to override the
main bridge's steering.

After you.

Fuqua.

This is Keeper. My news, Mr. Cook.

We... We have company.

Company?

Quiet. Everyone quiet.

I know.

We've been... Fortunately, the device is
already in place.

However, just so we can avoid any...

I'd say things have taken a turn for the
worse.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

All right, everyone.

Listen up.

McNeil was right. I'm not a passenger.

I'm an American agent and I was sent by
the government.

One woman. Nice of them to pull out the
stops.

The men that have taken the ship will
stop at nothing to get what they want.

as long as we're all cooped up in this
ballroom, we're targets.

You want us to try to escape?

They'll kill us. I want us to be
prepared.

And why should we take your word?

One unknown woman who's lied about her
intentions from the start.

Look at you.

William McNeil, captain of industry,
whimpering like a two -year -old with a

skinned knee.

Miss Thomas, I've had just about enough
of your childish insults. Willie boy,

I'm just getting started.

Why are you leaving Europe?

Because there's war on the horizon
and... A good chance that decent people

die on account of it?

You know, until this moment, I would
have put money on our side.

But if this pathetic display is any
indication of the resolve that we can

from our leaders, it seems to me we
might as well just throw up the white

right now.

If Claire says that we're in trouble, by
God, I believe her.

And if any of you had an ounce of guts,
you would, too.

Thanks, Edith.

Seems like you're always sticking up for
me.

Does it long as I get first dibs on the
story.

You got it.

Okay, everyone.

Listen up.

The next time our friend comes back, we
need a distraction.

Something to throw him off guard.

Easy to say.

Do you have any ideas?

Maybe.

All ships this time have an auxiliary
control in case the bridge is

incapacitated. Now, juice out.

My first mate is doing a superb job of
holding the new course.

Can you change it? I'm going to try.

I'm going to do this slow and easy, but
sooner or later, they're going to know

we've turned.

Nobody said anything about TEC. How'd
they find us? The question is, Mr.

who cares?

The TEC can send back as many officers
as they want. The explosive is set and

secure. We got them outgunned,
outmanned.

When did this change?

That's impossible.

I haven't touched the wheels.

Somebody must be using auxiliary
control.

Is that a cop?

This is Cook.

New plan.

I will execute one hostage every minute
until the ship is returned to my course.

You have one minute to comply.

I've got to get up there.

If you go, they'll kill you. If I don't
go, they'll kill the hostages. I don't

have much choice.

Over as long as you can, Captain.

I'll do that.

We finally made video contact with
Cook's ship.

Satellite uplink from the mid -Atlantic.

For an expedition that thrives on
attention.

Cook seemed curiously reticent to take a
simple call.

Cook, I'm Captain Gene Matuszak in
Washington.

I want to have a word with you regarding
the Empress.

Well, you've come to the right place,
Gene.

But I'm afraid time is short.

You know, we're going live this evening.

We're unveiling our new multi -million
dollar submersible, the Derek.

Ding.

out next week.

Plastic bubble, wind -up propeller.

I'll tell you what.

Give me your address, and I'll have my
people send your people one of the first

ones off the line.

Where's your brother, Mr. Cook?

I'm afraid he's indisposed up at the
moment.

Sea thickness.

Rather embarrassing for a nautical
explorer, wouldn't you say?

Now, about the Empress, we've posted
virtually all of our background

on the internet, so if you do need
something, I'm sure you'll find it

Captain.

I'm interested in your take on the
voyage, Mr. Cook.

Why you've chosen to turn your ship away
from the standard shipping lanes.

Have we?

Well, I guess I'll have to talk to my
navigator about that, now won't I?

I couldn't be more helpful, Captain.

But if you get a chance, please, do tune
in this evening.

To use your euphemistic terminology,
Captain, these punks are dirty.

Yep.

They don't think we have a chance in
hell of catching them.

That's one minute.

Time to up the ante.

Get ready.

What the hell?

It's called a distraction.

Yeah, it's good.

Where'd you learn to do that?

Remember the Orient?

The fellow there taught me his new
fighting technique.

He called it karate.

Grandma's on appeal.

Right.

Okay, everyone, let's go. Out. Come on.

What?

It's okay. He's with me.

Logan, I thought you were dead.

And I thought you might need some help.

Better get these people out of here.

The safest place is the cargo hold,
lower deck.

He could lose a herd of elephants down
there for a week.

Willie ought to be able to stay out of
trouble for an hour or two.

Ladies and gentlemen, you'd be safer
down in the cargo area. Please head down

there now.

Go ahead.

Please, downstairs.

Handsome fella.

What'd you say his name was?

Logan.

He's not your type.

Believe me.

And how would you know my type?

It's just a hunch. You know, I just
figure you'd want someone more

low risk.

You know, the kind of man you can
imagine loving 40 years from now.

I have trouble imagining the next 40
minutes.

Believe you me, I've noticed.

All sorts of things.

Claire, are you always this serious?

No.

Maybe you're right.

I always thought I inherited this mood
from my grandmother.

She expected great things from me.

You sure that's what she expected?

I don't know. She died when I was young.

Yeah, I always wondered if she were
here, what she'd think of me today.

Well, I'm only 28 years old, and
according to McNeil, I don't know flip

flypaper, but if your grandmother loved
you, I mean, really loved you,

it seems to me that all she'd want is
your happiness.

Yeah.

Type or no type, she would definitely
want me to say hello to your handsome

friend, Logan.

Mr. Logan!

Hi. Hi.

I'm glad that you're traveling with us
all the way to New York.

Logan. She's my grandmother.

Oh.

Well, I don't have a problem if she
doesn't.

Logan.

Miss, uh, Thomas said...

I think you might be safer if you join
the other passengers.

Thanks, Eden.

Yeah, I still have that crazy feeling
that we met before.

Eden! Give me the gun, or she's dead.

Now!

You can see?

What do you know?

Looks like we haven't lost all of our
hostages.

Those kids.

Bleib schön.

Warten Sie.

Wenn Sie ihm weiterfolgen, tötet er Sie.

Das Ganze ist doch irrsinnig. Wenn er
Edith tötet, dann werde ich niemals

geboren. Es ist mein Leben, über das wir
hier reden.

Wir müssen versuchen, die Bombe zu
entschärfen, okay?

What? When we first landed, I thought I
heard music.

Yeah, there's a photograph in the salon.

They destroyed it, though. Perfect.

Officer, Captain Harriman.

You might want to hear this.

Go ahead.

Say something pithy.

Why? So you won't understand it?

Relinquish control of this vessel, or
I'll start changing the future with this

pretty little thing.

Now we will find out what your life is
really worth, Miss.

Thomas. I'll ask your name, but I don't
do obituaries.

Ah, Mr. Kiefer.

The captain's a real trooper. You heard
we had the skirts, and he gave himself

up all very proper.

I had Lewis turn the ship, then lock the
wheel.

We'll have no more course changes.

Excellent. And first mate Lewis?

He's been officially decommissioned. Go
on, get.

Two minute warning.

It appears we are coming to the end of
our little docudrama.

This course of yours makes no sense.

There's nothing over the ocean.

The charts show we'll be over one of the
deepest trenches in the Atlantic.

Actually, the deepest trench.

So, let me guess. This is where we all
go down together.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Let him come.

My apologies. It's the showman in me.

You've probably seen it on my many
documentaries.

Actually, I usually watch a show when
I'm having trouble getting to sleep.

Your bogus science beats the hell out of
counting sheep.

If you want the gold, why don't you just
take it while I scuttle my ship?

Because you cannot take that much mass
into the temporal stream.

So you came up with an alternative.

Blow the ship and sink it in one of the
deepest trenches in the Atlantic Ocean,

beyond the reach of any salvage
operation.

Until you come up with a vehicle capable
of exploring those depths, you're

submersible. Ah, yes.

A derrick.

A miracle of my own design.

It's more than the gold, though, isn't
it? Of course.

We're talking ratings.

Once the Empress goes down, that's
history.

Meaning our epic recreation of the
Empress's voyage suddenly becomes a

for her blasted remains.

We've sold the rights worldwide.

And this will be no Al Capone's fault, I
assure you.

We'll know exactly where she went down,
recover millions in gold, and keep the

sequel rights.

Oh, it's almost time.

What?

Wait, this is impossible.

The wheel's locked.

The ship physically can't move that
fast. Well, something has changed its

course. You watch them.

Some sort of glitch.

Something with the computer.

Yeah, there's a glitch in it, all right.

Consider yourself canceled.

How did you change course?

I didn't.

See, now that's the trouble when you mix
high tech with low tech.

Your computer here was hooked up to a
magnetic compass.

Kind of like these speaker magnets I
borrowed from the phonograph upstairs.

Suddenly east is west, north is south,

and your bomb has no idea where it is.

We are returning to our original course.
Full speed ahead.

I'm not even going to ask you about your
temporal stream, Mr. Logan, or your

crazy weapons.

Bottom line...

The Empress is all yours, Captain.

Take care of her.

I'll do that, Mr. Logan.

I'll do that.

Well, I came looking for a story. I
certainly got one. I just wish I could

it.

You're not going to write the story.

crystal ball to see that our world's
heading toward war.

It wouldn't do to have our people losing
faith in one of their leaders just now.

Let's let them think McNeil did it for
all the right reasons.

At least they'll know the truth.

So what about your career?

Odd, but I am starting to think that
maybe journalism isn't the right career

me.

What about you, Claire?

You ever think about the future?

Oh, sometimes.

Well, maybe one of these days.

Who knows when I'll settle down.

If I do, I hope I'm less than enough to
have a friend like you.

Let the ship come in and pick us up,
Miss Thomas.

Before we leave, I just wanted to say...
It was a pleasure meeting you.

I assure you, the pleasure was all mine.

Well... I guess I ought to go below.

Bye.

You want to see us? Yeah.

Just thought Mr. Cook might want to see
an instant replay of tonight's live

broadcast.

Just what do you mean that there's been
an explosion?

That submersible cost millions of
dollars.

Destroyed?

That's impossible!

I got a military chopper flying out to
your ship.

Your brother should be in custody within
the hour.

Jack?

You didn't have anything to do with
that, did you?

I couldn't just leave 50 pounds of C4
lying inside the Empress. I tossed it in

Cook's detonator overboard. I guess his
brother must have mistaken it for

something else. And that's a merciful...
Never mind. I'll read it in your

report.

I hate my life.

You all right?

Fine.

Never thought I was much like my
grandmother.

Funny how wrong you can be.

You really think she was interested in
me?

For the sake of future generations,
let's be glad we can only speculate.

Good.