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-[sigh]

-Poor Quinn Mallory.

He was just a boy.

Sliding to him was like
a box of matches.

He opened the box.

He played with fire.

And he got burned.

-Like Icarus.

He flew too close the sun,
and it melted his wings.

-That is so beautiful, Ryan.

-Cueball is not even cold and
his woman's got eyes for

another guy.

-Well, that's all
we can do here.

Anyone hungry?

-What are we waiting for, huh?

-Wait come back!

Don't leave me!

No!

-Sorry to wake you up, my boy.

We slide in a couple
of minutes.

How are you feeling?

-Like if I died no
one would care.

How long was I out?

-You've been in and out of
consciousness for the past

three days.

-You gave us quite
a scare, man.

With that bullet lodged in
your shoulder, Ryan had a

devil of a trouble
getting it out.

-Man, what a dream.

I dreamt Ryan asked Wade
to stay with him.

-He did.

I said no.

When we woke up this morning
he was gone.

He saved your life, Quinn.

And I think I broke his heart.

-Are you wondering if
you made a mistake?

-I'm just glad you're
all right.

[laughter]

-What if you could travel
to parallel worlds?

The same year, the same earth,
only different dimensions.

A world where the Russians rule
America or where your

dreams of being a superstar
came true.

Or where San Francisco was a
maximum security prison.

My friends and I found
the gateway.

Now the problem is finding
a way back home.

[theme music]

-Quinn?

Oh God.

-He's hurt, Professor.

We've got to get him
to a doctor.

-Where are we going to find
one this time of night?

[inaudible] dead.

-My shoulder.

My shoulder.

-OK.

What have we got here?

What have we got here?

What have we got here?

Sorcerer.

Sorcerer.

Sorcerer.

Sorcerer.

Sorcerer.

Sorcerer.

Doctor.

Found one!

-Well would you look
at you all?

Just shivering and chilled
to the bone.

You make me wish I was outside
enjoying the storm.

-Our friend here has
been injured.

-Oh, fight with a
jealous lover?

-Nothing quite so salacious,
madam.

Is there a doctor present?

-The doctor is meditating in
his chambers and I will get

him for you while you fill
out these forms.

-There's one constant about
every American we present.

-Yeah, the health care
system always sucks.

-All right, right this way.

OK.

All right now.

Let's see, perfect.

OK, the doctor will
be right with you.

-Thank you.

-Why did you wait so long
to bring him to me?

-Hey, we brought him here
as fast as we could.

-Your head aches, right?

I will fix it for you.

-Has he ever had chicken pox?

-Beats me.

-I'll put that down as yes.

Allergies, does he have
any allergies?

-Professor, come and take
a look at this stuff.

-[inaudible].

Well that, my dear,
is an eye chart.

Though I confess I don't
recognize the alphabet.

-I do.

It's the witches' alphabet.

My friend Sabrina was
into this stuff.

-Manfred Xang, MD, Doctor of
Philosophy Anacraphonic

Healing, Spells, Formulas,
Divinations.

Good heavens, do you realize
what we've done?

We have delivered Quinn into the
hands of a witch doctor.

-[yelling]

-Uh, uh, uh, uh.

You may not disturb the doctor
while he is behind closed

doors.

-Madam, to call that quack a
quack is to insult every

genuine quack in the
medical profession.

-Hey.

You all right?

-Of course he's all right.

Your [inaudible]

sheath is epidendrum-like.

Has anyone ever told
you that before?

-What's he saying?

-He's coming onto you.

-Your friend's headache
is annihilated.

-Headache?

He's got a gunshot wound
in his shoulder!

-Yeah, that's too bad,
I don't do shoulders.

-I'll bet that the sorcerer
could help.

Now he wouldn't see
you, of course.

But still, you can get some
of his miracle balm at the

marketplace.

-So who is this sorcerer?

-How dare you mention that
charlatan in my presence.

Thanks to the sorcerer, my
practice is half what it was.

Just pay your bill and go.

As for you, my dear.

You may stay.

-$266?

For what?

-Well your friend's
headache is gone.

Service is rendered.

-You know, actually,
I do feel better.

-That's beside the point.

We don't have this
kind of money.

-Given the fraudulent nature
of this man's claims, I

suggest a response that
hearkens back to our

childhoods.

Run!

Run like hell!

-Fools!

I will bring a [inaudible]

down upon your heads.

TV: Devil coax you to split
grandma's skull?

Voices in your head urge you
to push your little sister

down the stairs?

We want to know about it.

-Look at you.

Always turning on the TV
first chance you get.

-It's all in the interest
of science, girl.

What better way to scope
out a culture?

TV: Demon bill collector's
showing up at your door?

I'm the lawyer who
can stop them.

-Hey Cueball, look who's here.

That shyster lawyer
from our world.

TV: I can get those demons
off your back.

I mean off your back.

I'm Ross J. Kelly and
I'll fight for you.

-World full of vampires.

-Yeah, I'm not going to sleep
a wink until we slide out of

this place.

TV: $166.

Mr. sorcerer Steak sauce
now just $1.79.

-Sorcerer this, sorcerer that.

This guys got the market
cornered on everything.

-Yeah, but I'd love to get
a piece of his action.

-[sigh]

-Ah!

-We'll use a closet
in the other room.

[wolf howling]

[stepping sounds]

[stepping sounds]

-Rembrandt, quick.

There's something coming.

[knocking]

-Come in.

-What is it?

-It's a subpoena.

I'm being sued.

-Process servers.

That's why Grim Reapers
get those gigs.

The intimidation factor.

And they just love waking
folks up in the

middle of the night.

After reviewing the summons
that Reaper handed you,

there's not a whole
lot I can do.

-Yeah, but you said
you could get bill

collectors off our backs.

You said off our backs.

-But you see, you ran out
on a bill owed to

an accredited shaman.

I mean, I'm good.

But I'm not that good.

-Well we'll just have to find
a way to get some cash.

-Didn't you read the fine print
before you signed that

medical form?

-No.

-Dr. Xang has filed for a
retribution substitution.

-What does that mean?

-He gets his choice of a body
part for his medical

experiments if you default.

And he's chosen, according to
this document, your brain.

-You can't be serious.

This is some kind of
a joke, right?

-Sure keep telling
yourself that.

-Well what else can we do?

-Well, we could file for a
delay, but by the time we got

one, you'd be dead.

-This is insane.

I can't believe a civilized
society could allow something

like this.

-Well I can try and talk to
Xang's people, but in the

meantime, stay off
the streets.

You can't underestimate
the danger you are in.

In a few hours every demon
bounty hunter in the city will

be tracking you down.

Have you got any idea
what brains go for

on the black market?

-So what's the verdict?

-Big trouble.

-Well is there anything
we can do?

-Only the Sorcerer
can help you now.

But, of course, he'd
never see you.

-Sorcerers, grim reapers,
hogwash.

We have seen nothing on this
world that cannot be explained

by natural law.

-Oh yeah?

Well that freakazoid last
night didn't look

too natural to me.

-Six feet tall and 45 pounds.

-That was a reject from a
Halloween carnival using make

up and costume to intimidate
the simple minded.

-Meaning us?

-Well if the hat
fits, wear it.

-Don't look now, guys, but
we're being followed.

-Quick.

In here.

I've been expecting you.

Please be seated.

You have come such a long
way to get here.

You must be very sad to be
separated from your loved ones

by such a great distance.

-It's unbelievable.

-Absolutely unbelievable.

-What are you doing?

-If there were ever four people
in desperate need of a

reading, I don't believe
them to exist in this

or any other world.

You are all in grave danger.

Beware.

Beware the forces of night
are against you.

-Oh please.

-Stay together.

Look out for one another
if you are to

survive this ordeal.

-Could you possibly make this
more general, madam?

-Professor, don't be rude.

-Come on.

It's all generic.

Designed to fit most people
in most situations.

That's how it works.

-You are a man who feels
slighted, yes?

Because you were never fully
appreciated in your chosen

profession.

These are the invisible
chains which you bear.

You resent the boy because it
comes so easily to him.

You're a Salieri to
his Mozart, yes?

And because he reminds
you of the son you

neglected back home.

-Now if you truly want to
impress me, madam, tell us one

thing that we do not know.

-You must seek out
the Sorcerer.

Only he can help you now.

But you must hurry.

For he is about to go sliding.

-Sliding?

-He has the magic to travel
between worlds.

Trust in him.

For he has the power
to send you home.

-The Sorceror's a slider.

This is fantastic.

-Yes, we've got to find
this man and introduce

ourselves to him.

If he can control the
slide, it's possible

we could get home.

-Home.

I can't believe it.

-Becoming a true believer,
professor?

-Believer?

My dear fellow, that half-baked
performance in

there was nothing but
a vaudeville act.

-Ha ha.

Here's a cab.

[whistle]

Taxi!

-You know what I think,
professor?

I think you're scared.

-Scared?

I am scared of nothing.

-Yes you are.

You can't accept anything that
doesn't fit into your neat

little package of science.

The supernatural does exist,
even on our world.

-[laughter]

-What?

Have you ever tried
a Ouija board?

-Miss Wells, you're an
intelligent young woman.

Why would you involve yourself
with a Ouija board?

-You're not going to
talk politics now

in my cab, are you?

You know, the fundamentalists,
now they want to bring Ouija

boards into the classroom.

I say it's clear violation
of coven and state.

Where to?

-Do you know where
the Sorcerer is?

-Do I know?

Is Helen ready?

Everybody knows where
the Sorcerer lives.

Sorcerer live in big black
castle on other side of Golden

Gargoyle Gate Bridge.

-Well, take us to
the Sorcerer.

-End of road.

-Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

I mean, this is it?

Where's the bridge?

-There.

Golden Gargoyle Gate Bridge.

[screeching sounds]

-What was that?

-Bats.

Vicious, blood-sucking bats.

Probably sent by Sorcerer
to attack trespassers.

May the Sorcerer forgive
me for taking you here.

-Maybe we should go
a different way.

Through Oakland, or something.

-Nonsense.

We're not going to
let superstitions

interfere with us.

Come on!

[screeching sounds]

-What was that?

-An owl.

[screeching sounds]

-Oh yeah, then what was that?

-That was a night warbler.

Or a vulture.

-What's a warbler?

[screeching sounds]

-What was that?

-A nightingale on medication.

Ha ha!

Come on.

-Yeah, funny, professor.

-What's a warbler?

-The Golden Gargoyle
Gate Bridge.

-Let's go.

-Oh.

-Nothing to it, guys.

Nothing to fear but
fear itself.

-Come along, Miss Wells.

Keep moving.

Come on.

Don't look down.

Come on.

Look out!

-Quinn!

-Whatever you do,
don't look down.

Then just back up slowly.

OK?

-This is really strange,
crying man.

-Well Quinn, let's just go
back the way we came.

-I'm not going back.

-Oh you're just going
to jump across?

-No.

I plan on walking across.

Something about the diffusion
of the moonlight.

Look!

It looks like it's gone, but I
can still feel the bridge.

I think it's an illusion
designed to

keep people from crossing.

Go back if you want to.

But I'm going to see
the sorcerer.

-Quinn, don't!

-Don't dwell on where we are.

Don't look down.

Just think about
something else.

-After you, Mr. Brown.

-Yeah.

I'll have you know this isn't
the first time that the crying

man has walked on air.

It was December of
'86 in Norfolk.

The Coconut Grove.

Hundreds of heart-sick fans saw
the crying man give his

final performance with
the spinning tops.

Yeah, I can still hear
them calling.

Rembrandt!

Rembrandt!

We want Rembrandt!

-Smoke and mirrors, professor?

-That's exactly it,
Miss Wells.

A rather sophisticated
conjuror's trick.

Keep going.

Keep going.

-That's incredible.

That's something, all right.

-Very impressive.

[screeching sounds]

-It's palatial.

I've had dreams about
places like this.

We're here to see
the sorcerer.

[beep]

-What gives?

We've been hanging around
this joint forever.

-Look at it this way.

As long as we're here, I'm in no
danger of having my brains

carved out.

-Don't believe that
superstitious nonsense, do

you, Mr. Mallory?

-Go ahead.

Make light of it.

It's not your brain he wants.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-Knock it off, will you?

We're arguing about brains.

This is an all-time low, guys.

-This corporate newsletter says
everyone who works here

lives on this side of the bridge
and never even goes

into the city.

It appears to be a business
empire run

by a mystical hermit.

-And that is the heart of
the puzzle, isn't it?

At one level we've got a world
enthralled with the occult,

and at the same time under the
thumb of a big business

conglomerate.

I bet he's clearing up nicely.

He's probably got a finger
in every pie.

-He looks familiar.

-I'm Mr. Gale, the Sorcerer's
executive assistant.

How may I help you?

-We'd like to see
the sorcerer.

-I'm afraid that's impossible.

-Mr. Please, we traveled a
really long way to be here.

-I'm sure you have.

Just last week we had a
gentleman here from Japan

asking to see the Sorcerer.

I believe he's back in
Yokohama, by now.

Unfortunately, he went
home disappointed.

-Believe it or not we've come
even farther than him.

-And you will return just
as empty-handed.

-Maybe we could just hang
around for a while.

-I'm afraid that's
also impossible.

-Guards!

-Sir, please be reasonable.

-Escort them to the bridge.

And should you try to enter the
tower again, unpleasant

force will be used
against you.

Good day.

-The Einstein-Rosen-Podolsky
Bridge, we've crossed it.

It's a passageway
between earths.

We're sliders.

SORCERER (OFFSCREEN): Wait!

OK Send them to me.

-This way, please.

Walk straight ahead.

Go to the second level.

And do not turn back.

-The setting is obviously
designed to intimidate the

faint of heart.

Playing on men's primal
fear of the dark.

I urge you to follow
my example.

And not to be intimidated
by it.

-Stand where you are.

I need to get a closer look
at those who would dare

to invade my domain.

-Uh, there are no invaders
here, your highness.

-I will be the judge of that.

I have lived for centuries
sliding from world to world.

Drawing my lifeblood from
the corpse of enemies.

Do you understand?

Are you friend or foe?

-Friend.

-Uh, friends, definitely.

-We mean you no harm.

-If you are my friends I will
reward you for the courage of

your journey.

I am master of the passageway
between earth.

-He could get us home.

-See I knew it was a good
thing coming here.

I mean, we met a new friend.

That's what life's
all about, right?

-Wait a hollow, human.

Ask not what I can do for you,
ask what you can do for me.

[evil laugh]

-Blueprints?

Why would the Sorcerer want
Doctor Xang's blueprints?

-Maybe the guy's got plans
for a competing

mini-mall or something.

I mean, who cares why
he wants them?

We've got to figure out
how to get them.

-On the contrary, the
smart move is to

do absolutely nothing.

We find a nice, warm spot and
we hole up until we slide.

Which is in approximately
11 hours time.

-I, uh, think it's a little
late for that, Professor.

-Well, well, well, look what
the black cat dragged in.

The boy with the
fugitive brain.

-Help me strap him down.

Good work, my little friend.

You're the best in
the business.

-Cut the crap and give
me my bounty.

This is truly a splendid
specimen.

I may just keep it and put it
in a jar right next to the

brain of our beloved
ex-president, Ed Wood Jr.

while the body's still warm.

-Quinn?

-Get out.

-I am sorry, doctor, but
these people just--

-Get out, all of you!

Get out!

Take the evening off.

-I warn you, we are personal
friends of the Sorcerer and

he's not going to like
this one little bit.

-Like I'm scared.

Get back.

-Dr. Xang, please.

I'm begging you.

Take me instead.

Even trade.

I'll do anything you want.

-It's a trick.

-Shut up.

-You can always find
another brain.

Where will you ever
get another me?

-If you're truly sincere,
then prove your

commitment with a kiss.

Lying witch!

-I got one shell left,
now who wants it?

-I want my bounty.

-I ought to kill you right now.

Get out.

-I'll be back for my bounty.

-You OK?

-I think so.

-Come on, man.

Let's blow this place.

-Not until we get
the blueprints.

They'll get us home.

-Mr. Mallory, we have
one shell left.

The reinforcements will
be arriving shortly.

-Files, where are they?

Guys over here.

-Do you realize the mistake
you're making?

-Yes.

With luck we'll be out of here
without having to pay for it.

-You will pay for it, for
the rest of your lives.

-Professor.

-Electronic schematics
for creation of an

inter-dimensional portal.

Gentlemen, what we have
here is plans

for a sliding machine.

-Guys.

-That was quite probably
someone's pet.

-[yelling]

-Well done, Mr. Brown.

That was the pet's somebody.

-Mr. Gale!

Mr. Gale!

Mr. Gale, we did it!

-Let me see that.

-We've gt to tell
the Sorcerer.

-Well, very good.

I'll bring these directly up to
him and I'm sure he'll be

contacting you in
a week or two.

-What?

-Wait a minute, we
slide in an hour.

-Mr. Gale the Sorcerer gave us
certain assurances in return

for our efforts.

-I'm very sorry, but there
simply isn't a way to get an

audience with the
Sorcerer today.

Hey.

Hey, you can't go up there.

[yelling]

Security!

-How dare you come up here.

-The plans.

Your aide wouldn't let
us through, sorcerer.

But you gave us your word.

-No!

Stay back!

-Of course.

I knew it.

It's like looking into
a living mirror.

I wanted to meet you when I
first saw you on the monitors.

My aide urged me not to.

And anyway I was too ashamed
at what I've become.

-I'm terribly sorry, sir.

We tried to stop
him downstairs.

-He tried to keep us from
giving these to you.

-Look, I made a judgment call.

-How did Dr. Xang get
these schematics?

These are your initialed
copies.

-Yes, I can explain that.

-So can I. To think
I trusted you.

The years I've sacrificed.

Escort this man out
of the castle.

-What?

-Notify the bounty hunters.

-You can't do this to me.

No, you promised me
my stock options.

No, Quinn.

No, please.

After all my years of service.

Quinn, I made you!

I made you!

-Who else has seen
your real face?

-Only Mr. Gale.

Oh, and, you, of course.

-God.

You must be so lonely.

-Well, is it that obvious?

-The one thing I don't
understand.

What did Xang want with
the sliding machine?

-Very simple.

Market share.

For years Xang and the shamans
held these people hostage with

their voodoo oaths and
crackpot potions.

-When I first slid into this
world I sensed incredible

business potential.

I had all these trade routes to
bring great products from

different worlds, but I couldn't
get shelf space.

Mr. Gale and I created the
Sorcerer trademark and the

whole thing took off.

-So Xang wanted access
to your suppliers?

-Exactly.

-And you've become a prisoner
of your own success?

-In some ways aren't we well?

Mr. Gale convinced me the empire
would collapse if the

world found out the Sorcerer
had a human face.

My other self is so vital.

He's living his life.

That's what I'm going
to do from now on.

It's a liberation for which
I can never repay you.

But I'm still going to try.

By returning you home.

-So how we doing, guys?

Is this thing really
going to work?

-Well, my double has
an intriguing take

on the sliding process.

He's actually figured out the
spectrum readings of the

toroidal colamology class.

-The problem is that what
he calls the Z2 billetin

embedment is a constant.

-Come on, fellows.

How about English?

-Think of a giant
roulette wheel.

The problem is pinpointing which
slot corresponds to the

coordinates of our home earth.

-But there's a chance?

-Yes, there is simultaneously an
absolutely probable chance

and a high improbability,
simultaneously.

-Quinn?

I'm all done here.

-All right.

Let's do it.

If it doesn't work at least we
won't be any worse off than

when we started.

-Come on guys.

I want to go home.

-Say a prayer for us.

You have a great heart,
Mr. Brown.

Professor?

[inaudible].

-[inaudible].

-Thanks for everything.

-As for you--

-I know, brother.

I owe you my brain.

-Whoa!

-It's my house.

-Is it possible?

-Here's the bad news, 53 seconds
to the next window.

If this isn't home, if we're
wrong, we're stuck.

-I don't know, guys.

I mean, according to this
OJ Simpson was tried

for a double murder.

The Raiders play in Oakland.

Cleveland Indians made
the World Series.

-A lot could have happened
since we left.

-That much?

-20 seconds.

All right.

This gate has been squeaking
since I was 12.

I know the sound it makes like
the back of my hand.

-I knew it was too
good to be true.

-That's what happens when you
put your faith in sorcerers.

-Well thanks for the iced
tea, Mrs. Mallory.

I trimmed the hedges and
watered the lawn.

Oh, and hey, let me show you
what I did with the gate.

All it needed was
a little oil.

-Quinn always said he
was going to fix it.

-I know how much you miss him,
Mrs. M. He'll be back one day,

I know he will.

[music playing]