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What do you have?

Something in the water, sir. 10 degrees off the port bow.

Bring us 10 degrees to port. Reduce speed to half ahead.

Aye, sir.

And man the deck guns. Just in case.

Yes, Captain.

Ma'am, right this way.

Thank you.

This way, ma'am. Thank you.

There you go, sir.

Ah!

Tickets, please.

I'm just kidding!

"Tickets, please." I've been waiting years to say that.

Welcome aboard. I'm Captain Thompson.

Captain Thompson, listen. We're very grateful.

Very lucky is more like it.

How did you get out here?

We were out fishing. Sprung a leak.

A big one.

Captain, where are we bound for?

Bound for trouble if we sit dead in these waters much longer.

Prepare to get underway.

Now, if you have any needs, please ask any member of my crew.

You're more than welcome to make yourselves at home in my galley.

If you'll excuse me.

"Tickets, please."

Man, am I pruny.

What the hell happened?

We never slid in underwater before.

Next thing you know, we'll be popping out of the wormhole underground

or 1,000 feet in the air.

Something like this really shakes my confidence in the whole process.

Thanks.

Q-Ball mentioned something about a spatial differential failsafe,

that would only let us slide onto dry land.

Guys, something is wrong with the timer.

Duh.

Well, I mean, it's having trouble locking

onto a stable set of slide coordinates.

Getting it wet probably didn't help.

No, it's weatherproof.

I mean, you know, seawater shouldn't have bothered it.

Have you ever changed the batteries in this?

Look, this is no time for jokes, girl.

No joke. A loss of power might explain

why we weren't able to lock onto a solid landing site.

Did you think this thing would just run forever?

Don't suppose a trip to Radio Shack for batteries, would do the trick?

I can probably give it a jump start with my PDL,

but we could be in for some pretty rough slides.

If we slide at all.

Oh, man.

What if you found a portal to a parallel universe?

What if you could slide into a thousand different worlds

where it's the same year and you're the same person,

but everything else is different?

And what if you can't find your way home?

Sliders.

We have three days until our next slide window.

I can probably have the timer recharged enough by then

to open the wormhole.

After that I don't know.

I wonder what they're looking for?

It's about time we ask the Captain where we're headed.

Maybe there be sea monsters.

Don't even joke.

You guys ready for some good news?

Always.

We dock in Hawaii in two days.

Aloha, wahines.

Hawaii? We're not heading back to the mainland?

What's the big deal?

I thought you guys would be itching for a change of locale.

Haven't you ever wondered why we always end up in Southern California?

We never slide into New York or Paris?

It's our sliding radius.

Sliding radius?

We have about 400-mile radius

from the point of our original slide.

So we have to be inside of that zone when the timer reaches zero.

Or?

I don't know. We've never tried sliding outside our zone before.

Maybe nothing happens.

Maybe you just move your "sliding zone" and start over.

Well, maybe you're right. But if the timer's on the fritz,

I don't want to start sliding

from some island in the middle of the Pacific.

We could end up in the water again.

Or the vortex might not open up at all.

Or we could slide in and not slide out.

- Or... - I get the picture.

Well, we got to get back to that mainland.

You want us to turn around?

It's very important.

Sorry, folks,

but I have cargo that needs to be in Honolulu, day after tomorrow.

Now you can hop the next ship back once we get there.

Should put you back in L.A. by the end of next week.

Well, that's too late.

Too late for what?

Medical emergency.

Well, what's the problem?

Mallory has kidney stones and he can't pass them. It's very painful.

What?

See?

I'll have the ship's doctor take a look,

but that's the best I can do.

What about a medevac?

A what?

A chopper, a helicopter.

Something that will fly us back into L.A.

I don't know what a helicopter is,

but you're not going to find an airplane

that could fly this far out to sea.

Even if you could afford it.

Sorry.

Come to think of it, I haven't seen a contrail since we slid in.

Why not? Look at this ship.

They must have the know-how to build planes.

It's not the "know-how."

It's the raw materials.

So what have you got?

Well, I checked out the ship's library, to see if this world

has sufficient technology to help us fix the timer.

Find that Popular Mechanics issue on sliding?

No, but I did stumble across a copy

of this world's periodic table of the elements.

And?

And it goes straight from atomic number 12 to 14.

Straight from magnesium... Bam! Right to silicon.

There's no aluminum.

No aluminum. How is that possible?

Well, either the geology of this world doesn't contain the element,

or the people of this world never mastered the electrolytic process

of separating aluminum from bauxite.

So, this is the really heavy stuff world?

Well, there is some aircraft technology.

Mostly 1930s vintage, but nothing like the modern airline industry.

This world's economy must run on the maritime trade.

So, how do we get off this bucket

and back onto our sliding radius?

I suppose we could mutiny.

Joke! That was a joke!

- Captain, what's happening? - We're being boarded!

- By who? - Whom.

Scurvy bastards come in out of the sun.

Can't see 'em till it's too late.

- Who? - Pirates!

Pirates?

Do your worst.

Are we letting this happen?

Dumb question.

Come on.

That's enough!

You should know better than to fight back.

You might get hurt.

And what kind of a party would this be

if I allowed my guests to get hurt?

I must have lost my invitation to this little shindig.

I like surprise parties.

Move that hand or you'll get a big surprise party.

Brighton, Henshaw, check the hold.

Hunter, I want the charts, logbook and cargo manifest.

Yes, sir.

Good work, Mr. Brice. You brought them right to us.

Thank you, sir.

Now get back where you belong.

- Yes, sir. - You lying, traitorous...

Don't.

A good haul.

We've got some bad weather coming in.

We should head back to base.

You worry too much, Brice.

We'll be back on the mainland by nightfall.

Did you hear that?

They're heading back to the mainland.

That doesn't do us any good.

Maybe it does.

How?

We switch sides. Throw in our lot with these guys.

They'll take us right back into our sliding zone.

Reality check. These guys are killers.

They're businessmen.

Trust me, I know how gangs work.

They constantly need new recruits.

- Fog Boy. - Don't you dare.

Yo! Blackbeard.

Over here.

I've been watching your operation.

- Oh? - Yeah.

And it stinks.

You're wasting time. You need better intel.

Find out what your cargo is in advance

and you only go for what you need.

In and out.

And you're just the man to shape up our operation?

My friends and I have a little experience in this area.

We've just been looking for the right crew to throw in with.

What's your name?

Quinn Mallory.

And you want to join my crew, Mr. Mallory?

It's not a question of me wanting to join.

It's a question of you needing me.

Quinn Mallory.

Ah, that's a seafaring name. Irish?

Way back.

Well, let me tell you something, Mr. Mallory.

We don't take kindly to spies from the Coastal Guard.

- Spies? - Oh, yeah!

We have a way of dealing with coasties.

Wait a minute.

- The plank! - The plank!

The plank.

Oh, man!

He couldn't keep his mouth shut.

You're making a mistake.

Oh, we'll let the sharks decide, coastie.

I'm not a coastie!

Guys, tell them!

He's not a spy. This ship rescued us at sea.

Yeah, ask her.

It's true.

We pulled 'em out of the soup like a bunch of drowned wharf rats.

All right, bring him in.

Thank you.

Not so fast.

Your friend put an offer on the table.

Do you want to join my crew as well?

Well, that depends.

What have you got to offer me?

You'll get a standard share of the take.

Plus I can promise you an impressive bonus package.

Well, the last time I heard that I got the short end of the stick.

I guarantee, you'll be satisfied with what I can put on the table.

I'll tell you what,

I'll give you a little tryout.

If I like the way you handle yourself, consider me on board.

You drive a hard bargain.

Yeah, well, competition is stiff out there.

What do you think, Mr. Brice?

Well, we've been short-handed since the Monterey raid.

And if it doesn't work out,

he'll fetch a fair price in San Francisco. Cut our losses.

Welcome aboard.

Nice job.

You knew that man wasn't a spy,

but you weren't going to stop me?

The men love a good planking.

Where are we?

You won't find it on any map.

Hello, darlin'.

That's just the way we like it.

Don't you worry about the people telling the coasties where you are?

The locals have no love for the coasties.

The Marine use taxes are bleeding them dry.

We take care of them.

They take care of us.

Sort of like Robin Hood.

Robin who?

You steal from the rich and you give to the poor.

You got that half right.

Oh!

Somebody just grabbed my...

Well, they grabbed me.

That's just an old-fashioned pirate "howdy."

Well, whatever happened to buying a girl a drink?

You haven't spent much time in a place like this, have you?

I used to go to the student union for a beer.

It could get pretty rowdy around finals.

Any luck with that timer?

No, I haven't been able to recharge it.

That pirate Brice won't let us out of her sight.

I don't think these people entirely trust us.

Well, good evening.

I hope everything meets with your approval.

Well, if we have any complaints, you'll be the first to know.

We appreciate the hospitality.

Of course. I take care of my crew.

I thought perhaps you'd like a tour of our operation.

See what you're getting yourself into.

Your friends are welcome, too,

if you'd feel more comfortable.

That's okay, I don't need any chaperones.

Lead on.

These guys called themselves Smokers.

A biker gang.

They had this little contest where you'd take a long pole

and you run full bore at each other.

Try to knock the other guy off on his rear.

I can tell you I cracked a few ribs that day.

Not all of them mine.

Yeah!

Games.

You think riding a bike and waving a stick around

qualifies you to run with us?

You slip up around here and you'll wind up dead.

Or worse, you'll wind up making me dead.

I can take care of myself.

Yeah? Well, good.

I'm not going to end up hanging from a coastie yardarm

because you can't handle a real fight.

Why is he always getting into fights with women?

The boy's got some issues.

We've been sailing out of this cove for about three years now.

Hitting the shipping lanes.

Taking what we need to live and giving the rest to our friends here.

Well, then I'm glad I'm your friend.

I've seen what you do to your enemies.

We do what we have to, to protect our way of life.

That include a good keelhauling once in a while?

I didn't expect you to be so squeamish.

You asked to join us, remember?

I don't like killing.

Good.

I won't have any man on my crew who does.

But I'll kill.

Or die to protect my people.

I have a feeling you'd do the same.

You don't care for me, do you, Maggie?

You're a good leader. Competent, loyal.

You take care of your people.

But it's not enough.

What good is a fight without a cause?

It's one thing to break the law

for something you really believe in,

but if you're doing this just for the fun of it,

well, then you're nothing more than a common thief.

Well, what's your cause?

It's more like a quest.

All right. Tell me.

Maybe some other time.

Thanks for the tour.

Did you find out anything from Paxton?

Other than he's charming, smart, and dedicated as hell.

I'm just thinking about sliding out of here.

Well, don't get your hopes up.

I thought you said that you could recharge the timer?

I can. The problem is we're nowhere near our sliding radius.

Well, where are we?

Well, my best guess is we are somewhere south on the Baja Peninsula.

It's hard to tell precisely, but I'd say we're at least 100 miles too far south.

Unless we can get out of here and back in our sliding zone,

we don't dare open the wormhole.

I say we jump ship. Head north.

We've still got two days to make it to our sliding radius.

How? The only way out of this village is by sea.

We steal a boat.

Really? And how long do you think before Paxton catches us?

He's already suspicious of us.

We try to steal out of here,

they're gonna think we're coastie spies for sure.

I'm not ready to get fitted for an eye patch and a peg leg.

I say we risk it.

I'm not ready to be drawn and quartered.

Whatever the devil that means. I say we don't.

Time to earn your keep. Be down at the docks in five minutes.

What's going on?

A shipment we've been expecting came into San Diego today.

We hit the cargo terminal in two hours.

Isn't it a little late to be sailing?

We find the cover of darkness helps facilitate our illegal activities.

Five minutes.

Yo-ho-ho!

Brice, take the new men and head that way.

You know what we're looking for.

Aye.

You're with me.

Come on.

What are we looking for?

What are you doing?

He's gone.

Can't be too careful.

Brice, southwest corner.

I've found it.

Found what?

Trick or treat.

What, are we stealing guns?

Let's just say the coasties won't be too happy about losing this.

Less talkin', more totin'.

This is our chance.

I saw some trucks parked outside.

We hot-wire one and we're out of here.

Yeah, we're close to our sliding zone.

Okay, I like this plan.

They'll notice we're gone.

- So? - So?

Right.

Yo-ho-ho!

Redfield.

Come on, let's go.

There's something going on.

Yeah, a diversion. Count your blessings.

It has been a while, Captain.

You've looked better.

The kids must love you on Halloween.

You try stitching yourself up with fishing line

and a sharpened chicken bone and see how you look.

Which reminds me, I still owe you a little something in return.

I don't suppose that would be a fair trial by a jury of my peers?

You may call me...

"Your Honor".

- Maggie, come on. - Maggie.

You won't end this by putting a bullet in me.

How about a couple of dozen bullets?

Maggie!

Now, how did that bring us any closer to our sliding radius?

Why, gee, look where we are again.

I wasn't going to run while those men were being executed.

Those men are the bad guys.

Are they? Why don't we just ask the people of the village.

They made me walk the plank.

And that's a bad thing?

Look, I don't care if there's something going on between you and Paxton.

What?

But you may have cost us our only shot at getting out of here.

Hey, just calm down.

Maggie made a judgment call. We live with it and we move on.

What are you saying, Remmy?

You think I blew the call, too?

It doesn't matter.

We'll find another way out.

Oh, man.

I wanted to thank you.

Can't act too grateful in front of the men, though, it makes me look wimpy.

Can't have that.

You saved my life.

You're welcome.

What if I needed to leave here?

Well, I wouldn't be too happy about that.

You still pursuing your quest?

I'm not quite sure what that is anymore.

What about you?

What about me?

What are you doing here?

Drinking? Fighting?

Waking up every morning with a black eye and fresh tattoo?

If that's what you've got to offer, I think I'll pass.

I used to be a captain in the Merchant Marine.

Played by the rules, made a pretty good living

running freight up and down the coast.

Steering clear of your kind.

It wasn't the pirates you had to worry about.

The coasties want you to believe they're protecting the sea lanes.

But men like Redfield are...

black hearted.

It isn't enough that the coasties bleed us dry with the Marine taxes,

then you have to line their pockets just to stay in business.

I refused to pay Redfield his kickback.

So, he and his thugs bombed my ship.

Sunk it right in Santa Barbara harbor.

My wife and my son were on board.

You think we're just a bunch of thieves.

There's not a man on this crew who hasn't lost someone to the coasties.

That's our cause.

I'm so sorry.

I know what it's like to lose someone.

Do you?

Yes.

It's been a while.

You could have fooled me.

My life doesn't leave much room for romance.

Tell me.

Well, we're not in one place for very long.

And what little time we do have,

we spend hustling up a job

or scrounging for food.

Staying one step ahead of the local authorities.

But we meet some good people sometimes.

People we'd really like to get to know better.

But then we just have to leave.

It sounds lonely.

But, you know,

it's not really a bad life either.

It's exciting.

We always have our friends.

I know.

Yeah, I guess you do.

Thanks for not running out on me last night.

You knew about that?

Mmm-hmm.

I know that you have something you need to do,

but if it can wait...

What was that?

Wait here.

Like hell.

Brice!

How did they get past the lookouts?

They must have come ashore up the coast, sir.

Defensive positions!

Maggie?

You guys okay?

Yeah, for the moment.

Where have you been?

Around.

What do we do?

Take no prisoners!

Don't get caught.

We're sitting ducks out here.

I'm going for that gun.

Mallory!

Thanks.

I'm not here to save your tail.

Why did you?

It's not a bad looking tail.

You two are coming with me.

Aw, hell's bells.

We have them on the run, lads.

Let's go! Move it out!

Get back! Get back!

Go! Go!

They got Mallory and Brice.

What's our next move?

We leave fast.

Redfield must have tracked us after the last raid.

He'll be back soon with more men.

I don't know if you've noticed, but you're short a couple of men.

I noticed.

Mallory is a member of your crew. Just like Brice.

I thought that meant something to you.

It does.

Do you think I don't know what Redfield will do to them?

I sailed with Brice a long time.

I know she wouldn't want any more of her mates to end up like that.

And that is just what will happen if we go after them.

What if it were me they've captured?

Well, you tell me.

Would you want me to risk their lives to come after you?

Right.

So give us some weapons, we'll go ourselves.

Forget it!

Why?

I don't want to risk losing you, too.

I'll need a new first mate.

I'll think about it.

If you help us to rescue Mallory.

There's something I think you should hear.

The repeated attacks on life and property must stop.

As an example to those who flout our maritime laws,

the prisoners taken in this morning's raid

will be publicly executed at noon tomorrow.

However, leniency may be shown

if the property stolen from the government docks

in San Diego is returned intact.

Okay, that's it.

We return the cargo you stole in exchange for Mallory.

Keep loading the boats. I want to be out of here in one hour.

It isn't that easy.

No, it is that easy.

You load the crates onto the boat and then we make the swap.

What's in those crates that's more important than the lives of your men?

Cloth?

It's more than just cloth.

This is carbon fiber.

And?

Well, you coat it in a special resin

and you can shape it into any form.

Once it hardens it's stronger than steel and it's very lightweight.

You build airplanes out of it.

So that's what this is all about.

Anyone who owns this stuff can start a whole aircraft industry.

Or they can reshape the entire economy of this world.

Right.

And that's why I am going to dump it in the ocean.

Oh. What? Why?

I know why.

Once they can build planes that are big enough to move lots of cargo,

merchant ships become obsolete.

You become obsolete.

I'm not ready to give up our way of life.

And you think by destroying this one shipment, you're going to save it?

It's a start.

If you destroy this stuff, someone else is going to make it.

You think if Edison hadn't invented the light bulb,

someone else wouldn't have thought of it?

I am not ready to sacrifice who we are, not without a fight.

Well, if you're going to fight, you're going to fight alone.

Because I cannot stand by and watch you beat your head against the future.

You have to know when it's time to move on.

Right on time.

I love punctuality.

Where is Paxton?

Couldn't make it.

I was authorized to negotiate in his place.

There's nothing to negotiate.

Is this my cargo?

Wait a minute.

Where are our men?

Bring 'em in.

You okay?

Oh, yeah. These guys have been the perfect hosts.

Send them around.

I'll talk to you later.

There it is.

Yes, it is.

I will see you all hang on the 6:00 news.

My only regret is that my old friend Paxton won't be with you.

I hate to disappoint an old friend.

Trick or treat.

Your days are numbered, Paxton.

Maybe.

Maybe it is.

But yours are over.

I've been waiting to do this for a long time.

For my wife.

For my son.

Paxton.

Is this what they would have wanted?

Let's get out of here.

Thanks for the rescue.

I told you. I take care of my crew.

So, how are we doing?

Charged up and in the zone.

We should make the slide at least.

It's been fun.

Even if you were going to feed me to the sharks.

Ah, there are no sharks in these waters.

You sure I can't convince you to stay?

I've seen what you can do.

It's tempting. But I...

Your quest.

Yeah.

I kind of got lost for a while.

But you helped get me back on track.

How?

By helping me remember how much I love my job.

What will you do now?

Oh, there's plenty of opportunity for a man like me.

Maybe I'll learn to fly.

You'd be a natural.

It's time.

Maybe I'll see you again.