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(dramatic electronic music)

(dinosaur roaring)

(explosion booming)

(soft smooth music)

(soft smooth music continues)

(birds chirping)

- At this point, we've gone as far as we can.

- [Rudd] I want results, Doctor.

Not excuses.

- Sir, some things are not available at any price.

- [Rudd] For the right price, I can buy anything.

Now what do you need, Doctor?

- Two things.

The Krakov Crystal.

- [Rudd] Yes.

- And Irina Cho.

- Done.

- All quiet on the western front

and I'm bored spitless.

How about you, Casey?

(Casey chuckles)

- Is this the sort of professional behavior

you learned working for the government?

- I quit Uncle Sam

so I wouldn't be bothered with that sort of bullshit.

(suspenseful music)

(Van sighs)

My stomach's growling.

What do you wanna do about lunch?

(Irina shrieks)

- Get noisy and I'll kill you.

- How about a big greasy cheeseburger?

I can be healthy for lunch.

How about a salad?

- Time to go to work.

A blue Ford van.

Two guys in ski masks just kidnapped our Miss Cho.

- East or West?

- West.

(car engine rumbles)

(tires squealing) (dramatic music)

(tires squealing) (dramatic music continues)

(tires squeal)

(Irina whimpering)

Get her out of here.

(tires squeal)

(dog barking in distance)

(suspenseful music)

(machines warbling)

(door whooshes)

- I'm sorry I doubted you, Mr. Rudd.

- Well, somebody thinks you're valuable.

Van, you got any idea

who these people are working for?

Hmm?

Freelance.

Hard to tell.

- It's a wicked world, Miss Cho.

- Please Irina.

Before this incident on the road,

I never believed you.

- Well, I'm sorry it took this to convince you,

but I got what I wanted.

Our Kronos Project dovetails with your studies

in subatomic physics.

I'll ask you once more.

- Don't bother. The answer is yes.

- [Rudd] Yes.

My charming sales pitch.

- Not at all.

Dr. Carrington?

- Irina!

Good lord.

Rudd, why didn't you tell me?

- [Rudd] I didn't know myself until just now.

- I thought I'd never see you again.

Don't tell me this is where you've been

for the past three years.

- Well time flies when I'm having fun.

(suspenseful music)

- [Irina] It's been at least four years

since you left the university.

What a wonderful surprise.

- But tell me what about your work

in the apparent reverse motion of mu mesons?

- It's not apparent.

It's actual.

- Perfect.

- [Irina] My research indicates

a near 100% probability of success.

- You know, that means that Kronos-

- [Rudd] Doctor!

There are others present.

Biff.

- What is this place anyhow?

- Nontemporal bipolarity using Tesla's direct theory.

- It's on a need to know basis.

You don't.

(warbling electronic music)

- This is wonderful.

Come.

Let me show you around.

- Those goons were tipped.

It's slick like an agency operation, but it's not.

- What would the CIA want with her anyway?

Or the KGB for that matter?

- They wouldn't.

And the Russians would've hired pros.

Those guys couldn't find their ass with a map.

- Chill, Van.

Let's go cool off.

(gentle lounge music)

- Who'd you say this place belongs to?

- His name's Tom.

You're not jealous, are you?

You thinking about Irina?

- What do you suppose this Kronos Project is?

- Mm, some sci-fi flick from the '50s.

- No, I'm serious.

Is there a computer inside?

- If you were a gentleman,

you'd tell me how beautiful I look with my clothes off.

(tense music)

- You're resourceful, bright, funny,

and beautiful with your clothes on or off.

- Hmm, that's better.

Just a little more practice and you'll have me.

Boy, you sure are a quick change artist.

- Hmm?

- Didn't you just come-

- Damn it.

- You know, if you're really that curious,

maybe Tom can help.

- The guy that owns this place?

- Yeah.

He's a news reporter for Rudd's network.

He usually has an inside track on things.

- Okay.

(watch crunches)

Oh, that's just great.

- [Casey] What?

- I just stepped on my watch.

(hawk screeches)

(insects buzzing)

- I got enough shots of this place

to make a travel log.

Come on, Julia.

Let's do the interview.

- Mm-mm.

I'm a mess.

I'm not dignified.

- You don't have to be dignified.

You're a Rudd Institute scientist

and on top of that, you're beautiful.

- He's right, Tom.

I know it.

- So will it change the world?

- It might change my world.

- A world of animals

that have been dead for 10 million years.

A world of a thousand page books that nobody ever reads.

- My world.

(phone ringing)

- Tom Donlevy.

What?

(Tom laughs)

Casey, how'd you find me, huh?

Well, it's a bone hunt.

You know, fossils and...

Hmm?

So far, not much.

But she seems on the verge of...

Yes, she.

Julia Duffy, Harmon's protege.

Hmm?

Oh no.

It's strictly academic.

Nah, face like a pig.

Built like a Bulgarian tractor driver.

A Rudd Institute project.

Sure.

Kronos.

(Julia gasps)

- My God.

Tom!

Come here!

- [Casey] Tom.

Are you there, Tom?

- I'm rolling.

You're a mess.

- [Julia] Doesn't matter.

- We're about a million miles from anywhere.

Dr. Duffy, tell us what you found.

- It's a fossil.

Two fossils, juxtaposed,

embedded in the same strata.

It's a tyrannosaurs tooth.

It's probably a hundred million years old.

- [Tom] That's pretty incredible.

- A tooth? No.

Well, that's commonplace.

Look, the other fossil.

Look.

- Another set of bones.

I don't believe it.

It looks like a-

- It is.

A hand.

(hawk screeches)

The metatarsals were positioned

on both sides of the incisor,

indicating the carnivore devoured him.

- There could be a more prosaic possibility.

The fossils could have been simply

washed together by erosion.

We'll know more when we get the test results.

- Yeah. - Carbon 14.

- No, we use potassium traces

and astringent particle decay to calculate the half life

to figure the age.

- So this theory about human dinosaurs,

it isn't original, is it?

- Absolutely.

- I found this in the desert two years ago.

It's the bone to a middle ear.

That probably doesn't mean anything to you,

but to a paleontologist,

it means everything.

You see, reptiles don't have a middle ear.

Dinosaurs didn't have a middle ear.

- But mammals developed one.

- And call it a hunch, inspiration,

but whatever creature this came from,

it's probably one that we've never even imagined.

- Well, this DinoMan,

why didn't it catch on?

- I don't know.

But if it had survived,

anthrosaurus could have become

the dominant species on the earth.

- [Tom] Smart dinosaurs.

(fax machine whirring)

- Test results?

- Looks like it.

- Jurassic period.

Molecular traces of the tooth

embedded in the humorous.

- [Tom] Translation?

- The T-Rex ate the anthrosaurus.

Beautiful.

Julia, you were right.

- I hate to be a downer, guys.

Tests, photos, fossils and location of dig site

are restricted at the top level.

- Oh, they can't do that.

- You work for J. Rudd, you can do anything.

Says here it's all property of the Kronos Project.

- [Attendant] Come back here!

- The fact is,

I got you by your short and curlies.

Now, I give my employees a lot of leeway

and in return,

I expect what you might call first dibs.

Anything you write, create, or discover belongs to me.

- You're gonna kill the story.

- And bury the most important

archeological find in history.

- I wouldn't think of that.

We're gonna study it here.

We're just not gonna tell the world.

And I will decide when the time is right.

- They looked from Leningrad the Vladivostok.

He just vanished.

- One of my altruistic enterprises.

We're searching for Professor Krakov.

You've heard of him.

- Is he a paleontologist?

- He discovered the Krakov Crystal.

That's a radio beam splitting prism.

You ought to be up on this, Harmon.

- Someone slipped him out of a Siberian prison last week.

He'd been there ever since the old Soviet regime

branded him a nutcase.

- What does this have to do with our find?

- You just sit tight.

We're gonna make your DinoMan

more famous than Michael Jackson.

- DinoMan?

- The chopper's ready, sir.

- If I could just speak with Dr. Carrington for a moment.

Just...

Just tell him it's Tom Donlevy.

Everyone's keeping quiet about this Kronos thing.

Casey, can't you find out anything?

- Hey, it's a need to know basis

and I don't wanna know.

You're cute when you're frustrated.

(phone ringing)

- I must look adorable right now then.

Tom Donlevy.

Yes. Where?

You got it.

- What?

- You don't wanna know.

(Casey chuckles)

(soft tense music)

- Okay, start with telling me what you know.

- Kronos is the name of a top secret project.

It's not a government job.

It's cost billions so far.

Your turn.

- I work for Rudd just like you.

You really don't know, do you?

That's good.

Hey Van, I didn't know you were in on this.

- I'm not.

(gun bangs)

(informant screams)

(body thuds)

- Tom Donlevy.

- Van Vonderhide.

Call me Van.

- Van, good to meet you.

(dramatic music)

That guy back there a friend of yours?

- Apparently not.

Casey said it was kiki so I followed you.

You're the interior decorator.

- She's so modest.

I do news.

- You look taller on TV.

- Well, I try to be.

You must be the dress designer.

You really like silk panties?

- Only on girls.

(gun banging rapidly)

(dramatic music)

(guns banging rapidly)

(tires squealing)

(guns banging rapidly)

- Rough neighborhood, huh?

- Boy howdy.

Let's get the hell outta here.

- [Tom] So were you and Casey, uh-

- Us?

No, we're just partners.

- We went to law school together.

She dropped out.

She had more fun bending the law than practicing it.

- [Van] (laughs) That's Casey.

- Now Kronos is the Greek God of time.

Maybe that's the link to the fossil.

- Maybe.

A month ago, Rudd paid big bucks

for a Civil War relic.

He's not a collector or a history buff.

And I saw the letter today in the Kronos lab.

- Whatever Kronos is,

someone's apparently killing people to stop it.

The guy you shot, the guys in the van,

were they Rudd's security men?

- No.

Freelance ex-spooks like me.

But whoever hired them

wants it to look like a Rudd operation.

Unless...

- [Tom] Unless what?

- Unless it is a Rudd operation.

(tense music)

(train horn blares)

(train rumbling)

(door clicks) (wind rusting)

- This train predates the revolution.

- Which one?

- (laughs) Take your pick.

You know, I believe it's still running

because of Russian expertise.

(Rudd speaking foreign language)

(Krakov coughs)

- My release from the Gulag, Mr. Rudd,

was suspiciously formal.

- To freedom.

God bless America.

Biff, if anybody comes to that door, kill 'em.

(train rumbling)

- Last drink for the condemned man.

- You cynical old fart.

I've come here to buy something.

I wanna buy your crystal.

- My bastard child.

I disowned it.

- Well, where have you hidden it?

I represent the future, sir.

Capitalism.

- My brain did not atrophy in the Gulag.

(Krakov coughs)

I spent 14 years in prison and never talked.

Now you sprint me away

and think that I will talk over a glass of vodka.

The lights!

- Relax, Professor.

This is an old train.

See?

Cool.

Now give me your crystal.

- And you will give me death.

- Biff.

10 million dollars in gold and beyond.

That's enough to keep you and your family

rich for four generations.

- With that I could start a university,

a foundation,

but it must not fall into wrong hands.

- With me in charge?

No problem.

- Even the smallest variation

we could doom everyone on earth.

- Did you bury it?

Just draw me a map.

Why, you had it on you the whole time.

- Like in "The Purloined Letter"

hidden in plain sight.

Like the writer Poe.

(both laughing)

- I expected ingenious.

That's ingenious.

Biff, take him on up front with the others.

Oh, Professor,

it's been a pleasure doing business with you.

(Rudd speaking foreign language)

(Krakov speaking foreign language)

(Rudd laughing)

Switch it now.

(train rumbling)

(railroad tracks squeak)

(train horn blaring)

(train horn blaring)

(brakes squealing)

(train crashing)

(explosion booming)

(brakes squealing)

(fire crackling)

(explosion booming)

(explosion booming)

(fire crackling)

(tense music)

(explosion booming)

- [Reporter] Disaster to outdated equipment

and has requested disaster relief from the US.

- It's not hard to see

that the Russians and us

are one big happy family now.

- Yeah, there's a drunken brother-in-law

who's always borrowing money.

- [Reporter] In other news,

passenger Gregory Krakov,

anti-war activist,

was released from prison last week

under new Russian regime. - Krakov?

- Small world.

- Yeah, too small.

And I've been put on indefinite leave, muzzled.

- And me stifled.

- [Reporter] Between Canadian

and double A topper Jack Johnson,

US distribution practices on the border.

The seminar of US Canadian co-productions Tuesday

found virtually everyone in convenient agreement.

Both Canadian-

- Let me speak with J. Rudd.

Tell him this is Tom Donlevy

of Rudd Broadcasting.

- [Reporter] Canadian government subsidies

to local industries to attract American production

and are loosening restrictions governing so-called

Canadian content of such product.

- No luck, huh?

- On the contrary.

She said he'll see us at Kronos in 45 minutes.

- He'll see us?

- [Tom] Broadcast dishes?

That's odd.

- [Van] Why? Rudd owns your network.

- [Tom] But we uplink from Houston.

(machines warbling)

(door whooshes)

- Hold it steady at 80 megacycles

and decrease to zero on my signal.

- Just the two guys I've been wanting to see.

- Goons with guns don't intimidate me, Rudd.

I'll get the story.

- I know firsthand.

You're the best reporter I got, Donlevy.

You would figure this out.

So welcome to Kronos.

- I think you just got promoted.

- Well, I'd rather have you inside the tent pissing out

than outside pissing in.

So I'm gonna give you the hottest TV story

anybody ever had.

There'll be adventure,

there'll be thrills,

maybe some sex.

My story.

Doctor, explain.

- Yes.

By digitizing mass

and reassigning it in relative space time,

we're able to circumvent both time and locality.

- Now why didn't I think of that?

- Irina's research into subatomic particles

gave us the edge we needed.

- I elaborated on known physics.

Some particles move contrary to temporal space time.

Excuse me.

My algorithm adjusts standard motion to the opposite.

Icons give us temporal placement,

an anchor in time.

We calculated the age of the paper

with the half-life of the ink,

giving us the precise time of day

the letter was created.

April 3rd, 1863.

- (scoffs) Why not just read the date?

- We calculate position of the earth

relative to the sun.

The sun relative to the universe

at the target date it gives us.

We lucked out getting that Krakov Crystal when we did.

It was so sad.

- Krakov, the Russian scientist?

- Yes, I received the crystal from him

shortly before he died.

It was tragic.

Does this sound like the greatest story of your career?

- If it's true, yes.

- Well, it's true.

What Albert Einstein and H.G. Well's dreamed about,

I've done it.

Me!

J. Rudd, the third.

- Will somebody clue me in?

- Kronos is a time machine.

(soft tense music)

(machine warbling)

- Oh, Jay.

It's just so, so scientific.

- Wait till you see it in action, baby.

(door whooshes)

You boys look like Power Rangers.

- Yeah, nice uniforms.

These from one of your fast food franchises?

- No, Miss Taylor here designed them.

- The important thing is the anesthetic material

will insulate you against the electromagnetic charge.

- Excuse me?

- You probably won't feel a thing.

- Then let him go first.

- No, thanks.

I want an objective perspective for a good story.

- Chicken shit.

- Doc, the Civil War thing has to be first?

- We'll use the note for focus, yes.

- Well, couldn't we try a kind of a test run

just to make sure it's okay?

- Miss Ginger Taylor, my personal assistant.

- Oh! - Tom Donlevy.

- I've seen you before on television.

- You seem familiar too.

Do you-

- She's got camera experience.

- Jay says I'd be great on TV

even if I don't know what I'm saying.

- You'd make the perfect talk show host.

- Van, we think Kronos is perfectly safe.

The problem is to focus we need an icon,

something from the target era.

- We're set with the Civil War letter.

To refocus, we need another icon.

- Would this work?

- Probably.

Let's try.

- Good.

- Van, come with me.

- Reset coordinates.

Minus 29 hours,

plus or minus five minutes.

- What the hell?

Civil War wasn't day before yesterday.

- Trial run.

Won't take long.

- Locator signal steady.

Icon focus ready for data entry.

- Data entry.

Fixed.

Transmission in 10 seconds from my mark.

Mark.

10, nine, eight,

seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one, zero.

Transmit.

(electricity crackling)

(energy zipping)

(explosion booming)

- [Casey] If you were a gentleman,

you'd tell me how beautiful I look with my clothes off.

- Your resourceful, bright, funny,

and beautiful with your clothes on or off.

- Hmm, that's better.

Just a little more practice and you'll have me.

(energy humming)

- Four, three, two, one, zero.

Transmit.

(electricity crackling)

(machine warbling)

(soft tense music)

Was it at the moment when the icon was created,

the broken watch?

- No.

A little before.

I saw myself.

- We're off by a few minutes.

I'll adjust the differential.

- I saw Casey, spoke to her.

- Could she hear you or see you?

- Why don't you ask her?

Amelia Case, one of my employees.

- Plus your private goon.

- [Rudd] Biff Daley, my personal aid.

- [Tom] Casey, the other afternoon at my pool,

do you recall anything Van said to you?

Something unusual?

- Well, yeah, he said, "You're bright, resourceful,

and beautiful.

- With your clothes on or off.

(machine warbling)

- "Dearest Harlene,

I sit here on the edge of our engagement."

(chuckles) Well, at least they didn't have Uzis back then.

- No.

Just big bullets that tear holes in you

then let you bleed to death.

- Ooh.

Are you always this much fun?

- This is so, so scientific.

- Do you mind?

(keyboard keys clacking)

- Icon entry fixed.

Transmission from my mark.

Mark.

Five, four, three, two, one, zero.

Transmit.

(electricity crackling)

(energy zipping)

(explosion booming)

(guns banging) (explosions booming)

(machine warbling)

(horses neighing)

- Yes, I can hear you.

Can you see this?

- [Irina] Yes, we're receiving you, Tom.

- Good, I'm gonna hike ahead of the Union guys,

get to the other side.

- [Carrington] Tom, you might bear in mind

your anachronous outfit.

- Duh.

(explosions booming)

(horses neighing)

- Howdy, bub.

Fancy duds,

that there union officer's uniform.

- Looks like a union suit.

(both laughing)

- Now boys, I need your coat and hat.

- You play hell getting them.

- Hold it.

- What the hell Kind of gun's that?

- This?

This here's an electric shotgun,

most powerful shotgun on earth.

Blow your head clean off.

Before you go for your guns,

better ask yourselves one question.

Do I feel lucky?

Well do ya, punks?

- Sir, what's a punk?

- Get outta here!

Move!

(explosions booming)

- Enemies closing in, Lieutenant.

- What is their force of number?

- More of them than us, sir.

- Sergeant. - Sir.

- You know what a Lieutenant Beecham?

- That'll be the CO.

He's in the tent over yonder.

We got orders to move out.

- Thank you.

Lieutenant Beecham?

- Yes.

- I'm Tom Donlevy, a journalist.

May I?

- Certainly.

With what paper are you, sir?

- The Times.

You're composing a letter,

to your wife perhaps?

- Yes.

The war disrupts the mail badly,

as you well know.

It's disrupted our entire world.

- Lieutenant, many would say that your antebellum world

was unjust.

- [Lt. Beecham] You mean slavery?

- [Tom] Yes, sir.

- Sir, I own no slaves.

Never would.

It is a crime against God.

- [Tom] But you fight for the Confederacy.

- Gladly.

We are a separate nation,

a land of farmers.

Washington takes its cue

from the city industrialist in New York and Boston.

- [Tom] If you could say anything for posterity,

what would it be?

- Only that I wish

we no longer had to smell gunpowder

or the stink of dead flesh.

My wife is with child.

I'll see her in a week on furlough.

- [Tom] Do you have any words for her?

- That I love her

and I wish this war was done.

(explosions booming) (marching drum music)

(guns banging)

(militaristic trumpet music)

(solders hollering)

(guns banging)

- You're the fire section in Anderson's battery.

Let those bastards know it!

(canon bangs)

(guns banging) (marching drum music)

(guns banging) (marching drum music)

- That, sir, restores my soul.

(gun bangs)

(somber music)

(marching drum music)

- Get him out of there.

- Wait a second.

This is just getting good.

- They'll shoot him as a spy.

- Tom, I'm pulling you forward.

(somber music continues)

- Mrs. Beecham.

I'm sorry.

I knew your husband.

- You served with him in the war?

- No, I was the journalist.

- I see.

Did,

did he ever speak of me?

- Dr. Carrington,

can we loop the interview through the locator?

- Yes, Tom, but it's risky.

- It won't take long.

- We cannot pull you back

while the circuit is looped in playback mode.

- Were you speaking to me?

- No, sorry, I was talking to myself.

Look.

- My wife is with child.

I'll see her in a week on furlough.

- [Tom] Do you have any words for her?

- That I love her and I wish this war was done.

(somber music)

- It's a moving picture.

I can't explain it,

but he'd want you to see it.

(train horn whistles)

- Thank you.

- Mrs. Beecham, I wish you and your son

all the best in your new life.

- Thank you, Mr. Donlevy.

And thank you for sharing

the moving photograph of my husband.

We shan't detain you.

God bless.

Perhaps we'll meet again.

- Yes.

Maybe at another time.

(energy humming)

(electricity crackling)

- [Ginger] Wow. He's okay.

It works.

- You oughta feel proud, sir.

I mean, after all the stuff we did-

- Hey, hush, Biff.

That's all in the past.

How would you like to study your DinoMan firsthand?

- Well if you gimme the fossil, I'll tell you.

Forget the old bones.

I mean really study it.

How it lived, what it smelled like, what it ate.

- If you've got some idiotic idea

about cloning dinosaurs for DNA-

- I've already tried that.

It doesn't work.

Too bad.

(machines warbling)

I like science.

That's why I like your fossil, your anthro-whatever.

- We call it anthrosaurus.

- I call it DinoMan.

- I like that. That's catchy.

- Hey, that's my fossil!

That's my fossil.

- Yes, and when we determine the differential

between living molecules and fossil replacements,

we can use those figures as a matrix.

- Matrix, differential?

Who are you?

- [Rudd] Allow me.

Dr. John Harmon, Dr. Cho, Dr. Carrington.

- Dr. Harmon, it's a pleasure.

Your discovery simplified my work.

- Yeah, well your work is interfering with my discovery.

What the hell is this place?

- Tom Donlevy here inside Rudd Corporate headquarters.

In less than an hour,

a select group of experts

will be beamed across time and space.

- The matter comprising

the physical bodies of the time travelers

will be atomized and digitally stored.

Kronos will then transmit

the molecular information

to a specified target in space time.

- [Tom] Why aim out into space?

- Well, if you went back six months,

but you didn't move into space,

you'd find yourself floating

on the wrong side of the sun from the earth.

- Our goal is a star system

75 million light years distant.

There's a black hole nearby within a parsec.

- [Ton] A black hole where time, gravity, and energy go in,

but never come out.

- If my theory is correct,

this shall double us back to Earth

at the target date about 150 million years ago.

- [Tom] And if you're not correct?

- Our atoms float out into space forever.

- Oh, I'd do anything for Mr. Rudd.

Well, almost.

- And I'm gonna be a star, you know.

I've had three major auditions for major movies.

I'm taking all kinds of voice lessons and classes

and I've just, let's see.

- We'll be looking for a mutation

that might teach our pitiful little race

a way to survive.

Anthrosaurus.

- [Tom] Otherwise known as DinoMan.

- Only by you.

- [Tom] Have you anything else to tell us?

- Nothing repeatable.

- I don't wanna be remembered as a jerk

who inherited a lot of money.

I wanna leave something to the world.

- [Tom] You're giving Kronos away.

- Well, not exactly.

Just consider the educational value

of being able to see into the past.

- [Tom] What part does the famous

Krakov Crystal play in Kronos?

- Dr. Krakov was a genius.

His crystal, the Kronos Project wouldn't be possible

without his crystal.

- [Tom] Krakov was killed in a train wreck

just days before you began operations.

- Yeah. Tragic.

What's your point?

- Provisions for three days,

exploration and sampling equipment.

- [Tom] Crossbow, laser rifle.

Are you expecting to do some hunting?

- They're for self-defense.

- Doctor, we've all seen movies

where altering some minor event

changes the earth's entire history.

- Yes, I've seen those movies too, Tom.

It's science fiction.

Projections indicate a a 98% probability

that historical events would remain exactly on course.

- So if I swat a prehistoric butterfly?

- Well, yes, you might cause a subtle ripple in time,

but it would really only show up

as a historical anomaly,

some little curiosity for an archeologist somewhere.

- For instance, how did a plastic paperclip

get buried in the pyramids?

- There you go.

But really, personal safety is a much more serious concern.

The Jurassic era, for instance, was,

well, perhaps I should say is a very dangerous place.

- Well, thank you, Doctor.

- Thank you.

(machines warbling)

Standby to digitize now.

(electricity crackling)

(energy zipping)

(explosion booming)

(birds squawking)

- Mark this location.

- God, I wish Dr. Carrington was here to see this.

- You know, it's really not as different as I expected.

- Hey, you didn't think I was gonna wear

that dorky outfit the whole time, did you?

- [Rudd] Well, I should hope not.

- Rudd!

I thought I was gonna get to be

the sexy one in the show.

Rudd!

(Biff sighs)

- You know what'd be funny?

Is we walked over that hill

and there'd be a highway there.

(birds squawking)

(footsteps thudding)

(dramatic music)

(Casey screams)

(dinosaur growling)

(Ginger yelps)

- Oh my God!

(dinosaur roaring)

- The laser rifle.

(dinosaurs roaring)

- Idiot!

He's gonna get himself killed.

- Cool move.

I'm gonna make you an anchor man.

- If we get back,

I'm gonna do to you with that tyrannosaurus

is gonna do to him.

(dinosaurs roaring) (dramatic music continues)

- Are you okay?

- I'm fine.

- Okay, everybody needs to stay in pairs.

We're gonna need to build a lean to for protection

and also start a fire.

- Start a fire?

It's a hundred degrees out here.

What do you want with a fire?

- For protection from the animals.

We've got snakes, giant insects,

and also flesh eating reptiles.

(dinosaur growling)

- Ginger, Biff, go get some sticks.

- Stick close to me.

- She'll be safer with me and the laser.

- I think she's pretty strong.

Besides, Van, you've got seven other people to protect.

- I've got my priorities.

Anyway, you'll be preoccupied shooting your video.

- I've got priorities too.

And first dibs.

- Let's just ask her. - Fine.

- Hey, hormone boys!

Stay alert, both of you.

(dinosaur growling)

- Hi.

It sure is hot here, isn't it?

- Yeah, it is.

You know, we really outta stay close together.

- Well, I gotta go get some more kindling.

(birds squawking)

(dinosaur roaring) (tense electronic music)

(Casey screaming)

(Biff screaming)

(laser zaps)

- Case, you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

It's okay.

- Casey! Casey!

- [Tom] What happened? Is she all right?

- [Julia] What was it, John?

- It's a carnivore.

Juvenile by its size.

- The one from the fossil dig?

- No, ours is a lot bigger.

(dinosaur roaring)

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, what's this?

20 CC's MS.

- It's for pain.

It's morphine sulfate.

- Cool.

What's with the code?

- If it said morphine,

guys like you would react just the way you did.

(Rudd giggles)

- Julia. - Yeah.

- Your boy wonder found something.

- Anthrosaurus? - Bigger. Come on.

(dinosaur growling)

Hey, come on.

Get low.

Come on. Shh.

- First man to bag a brontosaurus.

- The correct term is apatosaurus.

- Yeah, Tony Curtis' real name is Bernie Schwartz.

Watch, one shot.

- Oh, hey, listen.

You know the idea of a brontosaurus head

stuffed and mounted in my den,

it's got a certain appeal.

- Yeah, you're a man after my own heart.

- But I just got one question.

How do you plan on getting that 80 ton carcass

back to the 20th century?

- Well said.

- Hey, everybody, back up, back up.

Stay low.

Quiet, go.

(birds squawking)

- He's just gray.

I thought, I don't know, maybe purple.

Like Barney, you know.

- There they go.

The end result of a million years of human evolution.

- What happens if we all get killed

and they're the only ones left?

- A new Adam and Eve.

A human race with the bodies of Greek gods

and the brains of French poodles.

(both chuckle)

- Julia, think about what we had a long time ago.

Harmon doesn't realize you exist.

I do.

- I thought you were with Casey.

- I love Casey as a friend.

You- - Tom, no.

Not now.

Later.

- Casey?

Casey!

- Hey.

It's anthrosaurus.

He's tridigital with an opposable thumb.

I bet in time it can learn to use a tool.

- The eyes, you notice?

No lids.

- Hey, no breasts.

No nipples.

- Hey, watch it.

- [Julia] He's talking about DinoMan.

Anthrosaurus has no nipple.

- So how does he feed its babies?

- It's like a bird.

Regurgitates its own food

and then spits it in their mouth.

- Mm.

Just like Mom used to make.

- Hey. - Hey!

- Well that's just great.

(gentle music)

- You know, this is just like summer camp.

Like except with dinosaurs, I mean.

(Rudd laughs)

(device beeping)

- I think that's for me.

I left this number on my voicemail.

Hey, shoot this.

Yeah, this is J. Rudd making history.

- This is Carrington.

Good work.

We're receiving your transmissions.

It's midnight, Greenwich Mean Time.

Will contact you again in 12 hours.

Out.

- Dr. Carrington,

why don't you send us some of that Dom Perignon?

- I hate to tell you,

but we're not broadcasting live.

- Yeah it takes hours to get messages

back and forth to our time.

Even at the speed of light.

Notice the stars?

- Wow.

It's so pretty and clear.

- No smog for one thing.

- No, the stars are in different positions

than in our era.

Virgo's in the north, not in the southeast.

- But that would make a Gemini dinosaur a Libra

and a Capricorn dinosaur would be a Leo.

- Shh, quiet, be still.

- Hey, she's just having fun.

- Quiet, idiot! Listen!

(dinosaur roaring)

- A hunting cry.

- A second animal.

A mating cry.

- No, I've heard that sound before

in the Everglades.

It's an alligator defining its territory.

- You mean it's a challenge?

(dinosaurs roaring)

(waves crashing)

- Biff, what's wrong?

- Nothing.

It's just, you're all good people,

especially you.

- Do you always get depressed

when you compliment a girl?

- No.

Just, you shouldn't have have done this.

- Rudd?

He didn't twist our arms.

And besides, those eggheads lap this up.

- Yeah, but there's stuff that...

- Yeah, a need to know basis.

(dinosaur roaring)

- Go, go!

(Ginger screaming) (suspenseful music)

(dinosaur roaring)

- The locator. He'll smash it.

(dinosaur roaring)

(Irina screaming)

(suspenseful music fades)

- We're gonna have to rebuild this.

We need to also post a guard.

- She didn't have to die.

(both grunting)

- Guys, break it up!

Fighting doesn't make things better.

- Take it easy!

We're all upset.

- She didn't have to die.

- Biff, it was that monster-

- No, no, no.

It was that monster.

- Shut up, Biff!

- Both of you shove a sock in it.

- Van, come here.

- This is turning into a real miss.

- Yeah.

You know Biff tried to tell me something earlier

and then he just clammed up.

- Van.

You got guard duty.

- Fine.

But this laser won't even give that monster

a good hot foot.

- And this crossbow?

Ha!

- Then I suggest you two learn to run real fast.

(gentle music)

- And the tyrannosaurus killed her.

I know you feel as badly as we do,

but we've seen our anthrosaurus.

We're keeping our distance.

Out.

- It's just an old Arrowhead, sir.

- Just an old Arrowhead.

A 50 million year old artifact

that didn't exist

until they went back.

(eerie music)

- Come on, let's go make movies.

- Can we get some coffee first?

(Rudd laughing)

- Hey, hey, hey!

Plant eaters, baby.

- Well so is a rhino, but what if it charges?

- Why does everybody gotta be so damn sensible?

Come on!

(Van gasps)

Rudd and the girl.

- Okay, now you know the routine.

- Ooh, it's cold!

- Come on, get on down in there.

Come on.

We don't have long here.

They're gonna find us out here.

Get on in.

Step on it, come on.

- Oh, god, it's so cold. - Sit down.

Splash that stuff. Sit down.

It makes your nipples perky.

Come on, splash. - Rudd!

- [Rudd] Splash, come on.

Splash that water.

Get it on you.

Oh, come on baby.

Let's show me some.

It's not that cold.

- Yes!

- I guess it is.

(Ginger screaming) What's going on?

(dinosaur roars) (dramatic music)

Whoa!

(Ginger screaming)

(dinosaur growling) (tense music)

(tense music)

It came outta nowhere, hit me!

- What the hell were you doing?

- Just doing some video.

- [Tom] You knocked the crystal off.

- No, that wasn't me.

That was, that was the lizard man.

- The Krakov Crystal?

- Yeah, it took it, I think 'cause it's shiny.

You know, like a crow or a rat.

- There is another possibility.

- What?

- It knew we needed it.

(somber music)

- Tom!

Tom!

Tom.

You shouldn't wander off.

We've already lost two people.

- Harmon, do you think we'll make it back?

- I don't know.

- Hey, anthrosaurus.

(dinosaur squawking)

- Hey, two more over there.

(tense music)

Whoa, this thing's up quick.

- Yeah, let's not give him a second target.

Come on.

(dinosaur squawking)

- Now he's using a bow and arrow.

But would he be doing this if we weren't here?

Our presence may be changing the course of evolution.

- So the DinoMan may be smarter

but T-Rex is bigger.

There's no contest.

- You're missing the point.

He killed Ginger.

- Seemed like a team effort to me.

- Shut up!

We gotta go find DinoMan and get that crystal.

- Man, that thing could be buried anywhere.

(communicator beeping)

- An artifact dated 50 million years BC

has been discovered in the Andes.

You've caused a time ripple.

This has to be corrected immediately.

Out.

- Kronos, this is Harmon.

Anthrosaurus has got the crystal

and we can't return without it.

We'll take steps to stop the time ripple.

Out.

- This discovery indicates that another species

developed a stone age 50 million years before man.

(sighs) We've changed pre-history.

- We've got no choice.

We must hunt DinoMan and destroy him

to prevent the time ripple from expanding.

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

- They'll be back soon enough.

- Well, what's for lunch?

- Archaeopteryx.

- [Biff] Hmm?

- A hairy bird with teeth.

(suspenseful music)

- It's DinoMan!

It's DinoMan!

- DinoMan! DinoMan!

(suspenseful music continues)

(Biff growling)

- We need him alive.

He's gotta lead us to the crystal.

- That was for Ginger.

(dramatic music)

- All right, just what we need.

A happy ending.

- That's assuming we find the crystal.

- [Van] Any idea how this is going to help us

find the crystal?

- [John] Have Biff give him the third degree.

- I'd love to for what he did to Ginger.

- Scour the area.

He's gotta have a cave or a nest or something.

- Yeah, but first we have to

make it past the Tyrannosaurs cave.

There's no sight of him.

No sound. Come on.

- We're lucky the T-Rex isn't home.

- Are we?

- Well, what do you mean?

- Well he ain't in there, that means-

(dinosaur roaring) (dramatic music)

(Tom screaming)

(dinosaur roars)

- The remains of a village found in Mongolia

estimated to be 30 million years old.

- Whatever lived there was long dead

by the time man appeared.

- The village was not made by human beings.

It never existed in history.

The ripple's spreading.

- Looks okay to me, I guess.

- Yeah, but without the crystal,

it's no more than a fancy handheld computer.

- Then we better go find DinoMan and get that crystal.

(communicator beeping)

- This is Kronos.

Abort mission.

I repeat, abort mission.

Return to precise arrival point in exactly two hours.

- The time ripple's spreading.

(dramatic music)

- Julia, I want you to know I'm sorry

for any trouble I might have caused.

It's just that I'm such a...

Son of a bitch.

- A reptilian nest.

We'll examine it later.

And we've got to find DinoMan before it gets dark.

- DinoMan lays eggs, dinosaur eggs.

We don't have to take DinoMan back.

We take babies back and we watch 'em grow up.

- Rudd, we can't get back.

Hasn't that sunk in yet?

- The crystal.

We'll find the crystal.

But these eggs.

- Put that back.

We don't know that these are anthrosaurus eggs.

- Who cares?

They're dinosaur eggs.

They'll hatch.

They'll grow- (dinosaur roaring)

(dramatic music)

- It's not working!

- Give me it!

(laser zapping)

(dinosaur roaring)

(dramatic music continues)

(laser zapping)

(Rudd screams)

(tense electronic music)

- It was like he sacrificed himself.

- I guess there was some good in him after all.

- Don't give him the Nobel Peace Prize just yet.

Biff, tell him.

- He made Irina think people were after her.

- The goons.

It was a double game Rudd was playing.

- And the guys who tried to have Tom killed

and then Ginger,

it was all a game.

- And the old Russian?

- Killed.

So that Rudd could get this.

- He had it all this time.

Then his story about DinoMan stealing it?

- Phony so he could get a good story

with him as the hero.

- Dust to dust.

- And he got his close up.

(tense electronic music fades)

(hawk squawking)

- It smells like rotten meat.

- He's probably in there sleeping.

We don't know when he's gonna be hungry again.

We have to lure him out and kill it.

- Easy to say.

That lizard must run 40 miles an hour.

- Yeah, but he doesn't have any brakes.

Come on.

(dinosaur roaring)

No, no, we need more time!

Van?

Van, get back here!

(dramatic music)

(dinosaur roaring)

(dinosaurs roaring)

- [All] Hey, hey!

Hey, hey!

(all screaming)

(dinosaur roaring)

(dramatic music)

- Yes!

- (laughs) Yes!

- King dinosaur just abdicated.

(dinosaur growling)

- There's nothing to stand in its way.

It's his land now.

- Yeah, well he can have it.

Let's move.

- We've got about seven seconds.

Well, at least we don't have to worry

about the tyrannosaurus.

- DinoMan's too smart to attack.

- I wouldn't be so sure about that.

(electricity crackling)

(energy zipping)

(explosion booming)

(electricity crackling)

(warbling music)

- Where's Carrington?

(dinosaur growling)

(laser zapping)

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

- I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.

(tense electronic music)

(door whooshes)

(tense electronic music continues)

(laser zaps)

(tense electronic music continues)

(lasers zapping)

- Oh my God, we changed it.

- It's an alternative reality without humans.

- We can't fight 'em all off.

There's a whole world of them out there.

- Then I've got to go back and kill it.

- This Kronos is completely different.

I can't program it.

I don't even read lizard.

- John, we've got to try.

(footsteps thudding)

(dinosaurs growling)

(door whooshes)

- We're out of time.

- [Alien] Listen to me, humans,

and do as I instruct you.

- Who the hell are you?

- [Alien] I have been sent from the earth's future

to correct the enormous flaw that you've created

in the time stream of your planet.

Follow my instructions and your lives will be spared.

- What about Rudd?

- [Alien] He will never have existed.

Follow me and I'll return you

to your rightful place in time.

(door whooshes)

- Where are we?

- [Alien] You are boarding a spacecraft in a time space

which should never have been.

I will take you to a shuttle craft,

which will return you to the planet's surface.

- Will the earth be the same as we left it?

- [Alien] Yes, with minor exceptions.

For you, none of this will have happened.

This will fade like a bad dream from your memories.

Give me the crystal.

For now your race must follow

its prescribed course through time.

(spacecraft whooshing)

(spacecraft whooshing continues)

- Well, that was refreshing.

(light zaps)

- That's a really stupid looking suit your wearing.

- Ditto, pal.

- What are we doing here?

(truck engine rumbling)

- Hey, y'all look like you need a lift.

- You betcha.

- I'm your man. Hop on in.

- What you got there?

A broken watch.

- Yeah, strange.

But something tells me this is important.

(smooth music)

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