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Man: Balance metric pressure at 057.

Man 2: Metric pressure
sustaining 057.

Releasing valves.

Man 1: Prepare to load M.R.D.

Man 2: Radioactivity meters online,
ready for exposure.

Man: Docking hatch open and clear.

M.R.D. removed from containment.

Preparing to load.

Hold full exposure duration
at no more than ten seconds.

Nine, eight...

seven, six...

five, four...

three, two...

one.

M.R.D. in place.

Close hatch.

Turn handle left 45 degrees.

Lock it at high noon
to engage sequence.

Left 45, then right.

Left... right.

You just caused
a thermonuclear explosion,

wiped out the whole city.

Sorry, Jim.

I promise I'll get it right
on the day.

Jim: This is the day, Matty.

You want us to switch?

No, there's no time for him
to learn the meters.

I'll never understand
how you're able to solve

the most complex
mathematical equations,

but you can't tell
left from right.

It's a form of dyscalculia.

The parietal lobes
of my cerebral cortex--

Jim: Okay.

We have time for one more practice
run at this. Reset everything.

We've been at this
for 72 hours straight.

Only two more till we go live.

I'll get you some more coffee.

Coffee, amphetamines,
more coffee.

You're gonna kill yourself.

We are precious moments
from a topological anomaly.

Is that what I should tell
everyone at your funeral?

No.

You signed
a confidentiality agreement.

Jim Beale, project log.

Part one of the experiment.

Tentative results.

Opening a traversable wormhole
in the space-time continuum,

first ever recorded.

This tear that I will create
in the fabric of the universe

is powered by M.R.D.

Extremely volatile,
radioactive substance,

so, of course,
all precautions will be taken.

Possible dangers range
from manageable radiation leak to...

well, the universe
collapsing onto itself.

It's now 47 minutes until we initiate
the first part of the sequence...

opening one end of the wormhole.

Okay. He should be here.

I'm gonna give him
the Big Bang speech.

Oh, Jim, give him the fireworks.
That's what he's here for.

Now, once opened, we should detect

a unique sequence
of particles sent through

from the other side,
a sequence so unique

that we will know that we
sent them to ourselves.

And I will have
proof of the findings

to show our venture capitalist,
Klaus Meisner.

And he will then provide
the necessary M.R.D.

for us to open the other end.

Let's see what I'm paying for.

Then we will send this unique
sequence of particles

back through to ourselves,

thereby proving that the project
is a success.

The Big Bang.
We have proven theories...

This isn't my ideal situation.

To have an investor be this kind
of major factor in an experiment.

But I only have enough M.R.D.
to open one end.

We are about to embark on a journey

- that's going to take--
- Enough of the physics lesson.

Get on with the light show.

This whole thing is
an experiment in certainty.

I'm certain it will work.

Jim: Balance metric pressure at 057.

Matty: Metric pressure
sustaining 057.

Releasing valves.

Docking hatch open and clear.

Jim: Prepare to load M.R.D.

M.R.D. removed from containment.

Hold full exposure no longer
than ten seconds.

Nine, eight...

seven, six...

five, four...

three, two...

one.

M.R.D. in place.

Close hatch.

Turn handle left 45 degrees.

Lock it at high noon.

Engage sequence.

Here we go.

Man: Jim. Jim.

We thought you were having a seizure.

- Did it work?
- Kept you from biting your tongue.

- No, the machine.
- The magnetic core melted.

- The regulator's blown.
- Where's Klaus?

He left when you were unconscious.

You can only burn a candle
at both ends for so long.

You should go home
and get some sleep.

I sold my home to pay you and Matty.

Maybe it was sabotage.

- Right.
- No, I'm serious.

Maybe it was visitors from the future

who came back to destroy our project

because it eventually leads
to some distant apocalypse.

It's a distinct possibility.

Guys.

Look what I found.

It's an exotic hybrid
of the dahlia genus.

There. Right there. That black speck.

Could be a missing pixel.

- It's moving.
- Yeah. There it goes.

Jim: There.

- I think that was Matty.
- No, no, I saw someone.

I saw it before I blacked out.

It looked like a person. Not Matty.

They went out the front.

Where did you just come from?

I should be asking you.
How did you do that?

- What?
- That.

How did you get here?

In a car. How did you get here?

You didn't just walk
through a wormhole?

You're making me feel like I did.

I just met you.

Then why are you acting
like you know me?

I don't.

You left before you could see.

It was a success.

Didn't appear
that way to me, Mr. Beale.

If you just come back
into the lab.

You've wasted my money.
Now you're wasting my time.

I can prove to you that it worked.

Look, I'm already late
for a previous engagement.

We made history tonight. I'm sure
whoever it is will understand.

"Whoever it is" is my wife.

She's already at the restaurant,

and I assure you,
she will not understand.

Why don't you
and your little friend join us

and we can discuss this over dinner?

We just met.

- Another time, then.
- No. no, no, no.

We would love to join you and your
wife for dinner, wouldn't we?

- Abby.
- Abby.

Abby.

What's going on, Jim?

Start running preliminary tests
on the flower.

I'm gonna go to dinner
with the Meisners and Abby.

Okay.

Who's Abby?

Jim: What we've done is folded

on top of itself
by forming a tunnel, a shortcut

between one location in space-time
to another light-years away.

But in order to traverse a wormhole,
you have to have two openings.

What we did tonight
was open one end of it.

Where's the other end?

We have to do it again to find out.

I'm not sure I follow.

The way it works is,

you need a transmitter
and a receiver.

Now, like a telephone...
I'm mixing metaphors here,

but you can't complete a call
without another phone involved.

We already have the receiver.

We got the call.

How much?

It's not capital I'm asking for.

No, for the whole project.

The research, the formulas,
the machine, everything. How much?

It's not for sale.

Then what do you want, Mr. Beale?

- Another unit of M.R.D.
- And for that I get what, 10%?

We're talking about
dangerous radioisotopes,

enriched uranium, yellowcake,

the sort of thing
countries go to war over.

Not anymore, once we have the ability

to answer the fundamental
questions of the universe.

But how will we make money
on our investment?

With all due respect,

we're not talking about
hover cars and x-ray goggles.

We're talking about an epoch
of human evolution.

Pardon my pedestrian
viewpoint, Mr. Beale,

but how do you plan to market that?

Pardon my pedestrian viewpoint
for a moment, Ms. Meisner.

Do you know
who pioneered electricity?

Of course.

Thomas Edison.

I thought so, too.

Until I stumbled upon a book
about Nikola Tesla.

You see, Tesla was working
towards a way

to get everyone
on the planet safe, free,

limitless electricity,
and he would have,

except Edison did everything
in his power

to discredit him
and crush his reputation.

Mm.

Edison's company developed a patent

for an inefficient current
you had to pay for.

Tesla wanted to better the world.

And Edison forced us all
to have a monthly power bill

because he was envious
of a profound idea.

Now, I don't have a horse
in this race,

but I would put my money on Jim,

because he's Tesla,
and Edison was a dick.

I'll supply you with the M.R.D.

But I want to own half the machine.

Can't do that.

Well, you see, my company
is in the enviable position

of being the sole
manufacturer of M.R.D.

So, best of luck.

Forty-nine percent.

And money for the repairs.

You have a week.

I won't sleep till it's complete.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You want to share a cab?

Jim: Was I playing the beard tonight?

Why do you ask?

Well, either you came
to the lab with Klaus

or you got there
through the wormhole.

I did arrive with Klaus.

But I'm leaving with you.

That kiss could've cost me
millions of dollars.

Would it have been worth it?

I'd have to do more research,
eliminate the variables.

Mm.

This is me.

You sure he won't mind?

He went home...

with his wife.

Drinks?

Black coffee for me.

KMC 0-14.

You like my dahlia?

Yeah. Where did you get it?

Sorry. I have to take this.

Chuck, what do you got?

What are you doing?

Uh, talking to you.

What time do you have
exactly to the second?

9:45:22, 23.

Come on, get on with it.

When did you and I first meet?

- What is this?
- Just tell me. It's important.

Uh, ten years ago at that karaoke bar
with the weird name. What's going on?

So, we've known each other
a long time.

- We trust each other?
- Yeah.

Stay away from that girl.
She's no good for you.

What?

Just don't tell her
or anyone else about the experiment.

We're onto something
much bigger than we imagined.

What are you doing here, Jim?

I went to the lab.
You guys were gone.

You should go back.
We'll meet you there.

No, no, no, you called. You said
something... We were onto something.

And what was this stuff about Abby?

My head is killing me.

See?

I told you, you need to stop popping
those pills and get some sleep.

What did you mean earlier
when you were talking about Abby?

Let me get you some pills.

Chuck. Chuck, I figured it out.
It makes sense.

I finally see it now.

Fucking intense.

Matty, stop.
You're giving Jim a headache.

This isn't a headache. This is
a lightning storm between my temples.

Just tell me,
what did you mean earlier

when you were talking about...

How long was I out?

Huh? Oh, Jim, you're awake.

Um, you were unconscious
for approximately 8.5 hours.

Why didn't you wake me?

Your biological imperative requires
a minimum amount of dormancy per day

in order to properly function.

But you should lie back down
in case of another--

I just needed some sleep.
I got plenty.

Where'd you get that jacket?

Haven't you considered
the correlation

between your episodes
and the arrival of KMC 0-14?

KMC 0...

The serial number of the dahlia.

We have to wait for Chuck
to get back.

You and Chuck meet me at the lab.

We have another wormhole to open.

We have to wait for Chuck.

Man: Hey, did you forget your keys?

Is this the residence of Abby Ross?

She's not here.

This is Jim Beale.
I'm a friend of hers.

Hey, sleepyhead, looking for me?

Is there a man in your place?

I guess you buzzed
my neighbor by accident.

I need to see your flower.

Wow, classy. I am a lady.

You can at least buy me
breakfast first.

Do they even serve breakfast here?

Two morning specials, Mike.

Your dahlia, where did you get it?

It was a gift.

Exotic plants like that are hard to
come by. It's an expensive present.

Ahh.

It was from someone who
gave me everything I wanted

except a minute of his time.

Well, time is our only real currency.

Hm.

Meeting you was the most
important part of my experiment.

Is that a fact?

Hm. No, it's not a fact.

I, uh, only meant to say
that your dahlia,

that may be important to my research.

Mm-hmm.

Hit me again, Mike.

Or maybe not, I don't know.
Right now it's just a theory.

So, what's all this fuss
about my dahlia?

How do I know I can really trust you?

The truth will set you free.

The ID number matches the one
that came through the wormhole.

But that's probably
just a coincidence.

You people don't believe
in coincidences.

Sure we do. Yeah.

Einstein himself said that they're
God's way of remaining anonymous.

So, your machine working
was total happenstance.

No. No, that was me. I did it.

I'm the one that came up
with the idea that made it work.

And what was that?

The rotation of the Earth.

The biggest obstacle
in opening a wormhole

is creating enough energy.

Not unlike
the tremendous amount of energy

that an entire planet makes
as it spins on its axis.

The power is there.

I didn't have to generate it.

I just thought of a way
to utilize it.

Kind of like us.

I mean, the energy's there.

We just got to think
of a way to use it.

Jim?

Are you okay?

Chuck.

You found me.

Technology's come a long way.

Not being found is hard.

I think we sent this to ourselves.

Chuck...

you were right about the girl.

Jim:...five, four...

three, two...

Chuck: Jim. Jim, Jim.

The pressure dropped below 029.
We have to abort.

All right, abort.
It's that damn bracket again.

We're gonna have
to reconfigure the output.

It might take a while to recalibrate.

Chuck: Why don't you take a break?

- Jim: I like your lighter.
- Take it, it's yours.

Needs fuel. Hand me those matches.

So, my flower's really the same one
that came through your wormhole?

I'd have to run some tests
to know for sure.

What's my finder's fee?

What?

Abby: Okay, fine.

I'll settle for one butterfly kiss.

It's a match, Jim.

Identical DNA match.

KMC 0-14, you're the first
organism to time-travel.

Yes, but in
a parallel-universe scenario,

we have to consider
that the Klaus Meisner Corporation

- may not have--
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What did you just say?
- Parallel universe?

- We have to--
- No, no.

Klaus Meisner Corporation.

KMC 0-14.
Klaus Meisner Corporation 0-14.

They license exotic plants
and flowers for domestic use.

We have to take into account

the very distinct possibility

that these two plants
when they traversed--

Jim Beale.

Man: I have Klaus Meisner for you.

Yeah, put him through.

Klaus: Mr. Beale, you have
the dahlia in your possession.

Yes. Did she tell you that?

I want you in my office
to go over the contracts.

What's going on here?

You're about to get fucked.

Klaus: Logic.

Rationale. Dignity.

All seem to disappear
with the scent of that perfume.

Good reason, common sense,
they just go by the wayside

'cause of the way her hair
breaks across her forehead

and frames her eyes.

The total reckless abandon

that you have absolutely
no control over, Mr. Beale.

Have a seat.

I prefer to stand
when I'm getting it from behind.

You watch your tone.

If you're gonna come at me,
you better come hard and fast

and be willing to go all the way,
because I never lose.

Klaus, listen.

You call me Mr. Meisner.

My best friends and associates call
me Klaus, but you, sir, are neither.

You are an employee.

I don't work for you.

The hard cost of one unit of M.R.D.

is five million,
give or take a little.

What for you is a small fortune
is for me negligible.

I've lost larger sums
in the cushions of my sofa.

But you need M.R.D.
for your machine to work.

Therefore you come to me,
hat in hand, begging.

Forty-nine percent of my project
hardly makes you my boss.

This is true, but you need tangible
proof that your prototype works,

evidence that you've actually
created a traversable wormhole.

And to do that, you need to be able

to send the original specimen,
which is registered as KMC 0-14,

back through to the other side.

Now...

It just so happens
that I own all copyrights,

commercial and private,
for all KMC products,

which means...

this is your lucky day.

I'm willing to sell
to you those rights

for let's say, 50% of your operation.

Now, if you put that together
with the 49% I already own...

Let's crunch the numbers,
that leaves you with...

one percent for your efforts.

Now, if you want to
finish this experiment

that leads to the invention
of time travel,

then you, Mr. Beale, work for me.

You are an employee.

So, you slipped up.

Had a moment of weakness.

I have to admit,
she's an incredible piece of ass.

But you and I both know
you're not gonna walk away

from the find of the century

because of whose name's gonna
end up in the textbooks.

Like our little friend
said, you're Tesla,

and I'm quite content being just
another Edison of the world.

Jim Beale.

Project log, final entry
before zero hour of the experiment.

A piercing sound has been cutting
through every synapse of my brain

ever since I opened
the first end of the wormhole.

It's finally ceased.

Hopefully for good.

Klaus Meisner has me on the ropes.

He knew that I needed
a correlative between side "a"

and side "b" to prove
that the machine works.

Otherwise, it's just a bunch
of blinking lights.

I mean, if I send the dahlia back
to myself, then he owns my machine.

Wait, what are you doing?

I'm taking it back
to its rightful owner.

The one variable in this is Abby.

And I need her to be a constant.

So if the fate of my machine
is predetermined,

it has to be because of her
that the dahlia goes through.

She has to be the one to put it
through the wormhole.

If she brings it to the lab,
if she comes there with Klaus...

that is very fucking unfortunate,

but at least I will know.

Jim.

- I really wasn't expecting you.
- You don't have to invite me in.

Good. It's a bit of a mess
in there at the moment.

The gun is to my head.

But I'm sure as shit
not gonna pull the trigger myself.

This is yours.

You get to decide what happens.

In two days, I'm gonna
start the machine,

and I'll open the wormhole.

But now it's up to you
what goes through it.

You have to make the choice.

Mr. Meisner, would you be
so kind as to wait here

while I escort Ms. Ross
and her dahlia

to the lab floor?

So, this is the way it's gonna be?

It's the way it has to be.

The way it is.

It only seems that way now,

but eventually you will see it
in a different light.

We had our time together.

Goodbye, Jim.

Put these on.

Wouldn't want you to miss a thing.

Five, four...

three, two...

one.

Matty: M.R.D. in place.

Jim: Close hatch.

Turn handle left 45 degrees.

Lock it at high noon.

Engage sequence.

Commence graviton resonance.

You may own the dahlia,
but you don't own me.

Do you have a light?

Matches?

Two sticks I can rub together?

Yeah.

Recognize that?

Should I?

It's yours.

It is now. Thanks.

What you and Klaus are doing
is wrong, and it has to stop.

- Excuse me?
- I know what you're up to,

and I'm not gonna
let it happen again.

That's none of your business.

It'll be my business if you
and I get involved.

Does this technique
usually work for you?

Or have you been cooped up
in the lab too long,

- you've forgotten how to flirt?
- Listen, I'm onto you.

I should have known that someone
as intelligent and as beautiful

as you are, I should have known
there had to be some kind of catch.

There is a catch. It's a big one.

Where did you just come from?

I should be asking you.
How did you do that?

- What?
- That.

How did you get here? You didn't
just walk through a wormhole?

You're making me feel like I did.

I just met you.

Then why are you
acting like you know me?

I don't.

- Tell me, Matty, again where it was.
- It was exactly right here.

You and I both almost stepped on it.

I didn't. I didn't see it when
I came in. I would've seen it, Matty.

When I was on the stairs, I came
here, and I almost tripped on it.

Jim? I thought you were
at dinner with Klaus.

I am.

Let's try this.

That's my phone.

Now, call it with yours.

It went to voicemail.

Right. Try it again.

It's ringing.

Jim: Chuck, what do you got?

- What are you doing?
- Uh, talking to you.

What time do you have
exactly to the second?

What? 9:45:22, 23.
Come on, get on with it.

It could be an imposter.

Ask him something
only you and I know.

Uh, when did you and I first meet?

What is this?

Just tell me. It's important.

Uh, ten years ago at that karaoke bar

with the weird name.
What's going on?

Ten years ago at the karaoke
bar with the weird name?

I didn't know that.

Chuck, you there?

Now, tell me not to trust Abby Ross.
She's just using me.

What? No.

You're my best friend.
I will understand.

So, we've been friends a long time.

- We trust each other?
- Yeah.

Stay away from that girl.
She's no good for you.

What?

Just don't tell her or anyone
else about the experiment.

We're onto something much bigger
than we imagined.

- So, that happened.
- What is it?

Matty, you ever been
to a Native American orgy?

- No.
- It's fucking intense.

I don't get it.

If I'm doing my math correctly,
then there is a good chance

that I'm on my way here right now.

- How do you know?
- 'Cause it's what I did before.

I'm telling you,
this is where I'm coming next.

We don't know that for sure.

We need to keep you
isolated from the world

as much as possible to avoid
any collisions of causality.

But my being here hasn't
effected any real change yet.

That we know about.

We have to make sure that the machine
doesn't fall into the wrong hands.

Uncover the conspiracy
before it's too late.

What are you now, a secret agent?

You're a scientist,
and as a man of science,

you need to step back, breathe,

and take a moment
to properly analyze the data.

Jim: Fine.

Let me stay here and observe this
strange new habitat I've encountered.

Oh.

What is this?

It's a remote control.

In our time, we use it
to operate the television.

Oh, wow.

In the future, we control
the TV with our minds.

Matty: Oh, right.

You're only five days ahead of us.

This isn't a game.

You're now part
of the experiment, Jim,

the same as the dahlia.

That means we have
to study you the same way,

follow the process.

I need you to go step by step

and tell us exactly
how you did it.

What did it feel like?

The wormhole opened. I jumped in.

I don't know why you're
being so obtuse.

Because we're wasting time
sitting around here yapping about it.

We must take action. I got duped.

We have to strike back.

We can't do anything until we
fully understand what happened.

We are messing with the primal
forces of nature here.

The primal forces of nature
are telling me I have to take a piss.

What are you doing here, Jim?

I went to the lab.
You guys were gone.

You should go back.
We'll meet you there.

No, no, no, you called. You said
something... We were onto something.

And what was this stuff about Abby?
And you were...

My head is killing me.

See? I told you, you need to stop
popping those pills

and get some sleep.

What did you mean earlier
when you were talking about Abby?

Let me get you some pills.

Stay in here. Don't come out,

no matter what you hear.
Give me the aspirin.

Matty: Chuck, I get it now.
It makes sense.

I finally see it now.
Fucking intense.

Matty, stop.
You're giving Jim a headache.

No, this isn't a headache.

This, this is a lightning storm
between my temples.

What were you saying earlier?

When we were on the phone, you said
something about not trusting Abby

and then we were
onto something bigger.

Matty: No, no, no.

- No, no, no, no.
- Matty.

- This is far too much to calculate.
- You have to keep it together.

- Matty, look at me.
- You can't... No, no.

Look at me. Sing the pi song.

- ♪ 3. 14159 ♪
- Yeah, there you go. Sing it.

- ♪ 265358 ♪
- Yeah.

♪ 93238... ♪

Jim.

Shit.

Time travel made that guy
a real asshole.

The drink offer is rescinded.

Okay.

But what about coffee?
Does that count?

I never had a chance
to finish my coffee.

What do you want, Jim?

Look, I know I left
without saying goodbye,

but if you let me back up,
I just want a chance

to apologize for leaving
the way that I did.

So, let's hear it.

It better be good if you want
to see what's underneath.

I know what's underneath... trouble.

Do I really have to explain
how this works?

You grovel at my feet.

And then...

I came here with a plan.

There's so much that I want to say.

I don't know where to start.

There's certain tribes in the Amazon
where women use shamanistic ritual

to control their men
by driving them to insanity.

Are you a shaman?

No, I'm just a girl.

I'm sorry.

I'll take it.

- Ow!
- Ow!

Is this the residence
of Abby Ross?

She's not here.

This is Jim Beale.
I'm a friend of hers.

Hey, sleepyhead, looking for me?

Is there a man in your place?

Abby: I guess you buzzed
my neighbor by accident.

- I need to see your flower.
- Wow, classy. I am a lady.

You can at least buy me
breakfast first.

Jim: The biggest obstacle
in opening a wormhole

is creating enough energy.

Not unlike the tremendous
amount of energy

that an entire planet makes
as it spins on its axis.

The power is there.

I just thought of a way
to utilize it.

Double or nothing if I hit it again.

I'll take those odds.

The booze just hit me.
Not much of a drinker.

Give me that.

Ready?

Not being found is hard.

Especially when there's two of you.

That's not me,
'cause I'm sitting right here.

He might as well be some other guy.

But it's not.
That is you a week younger.

But from now on,
she's only gonna be with me.

How can you know that?

Because that's what
I'm about to make sure of.

Whoa, Jim. Jim!

This isn't some relationship problem.

It's a little bigger than you
and that girl.

Not to me. Not anymore.

You can't go around changing the past
because you got your feelings hurt.

This is not the past for you.

I'm not changing
anyone's past but my own.

No matter what happens to that guy,
I'm still gonna feel this way, right?

I have no idea. You're the first
person to ever do this.

Well, then the only way that
I know how to fix my past

is by taking control of my future.

What about the fact that she's
using you to get to the machine?

She's not. She's using him.

And that puts me in a fantastic
position to turn it all around.

Jim?

You okay?

Chuck. You found me.

Technology's come a long way.
Not being found is hard.

You taste like ash.

Who's that?

Just ignore it. They'll go away.

Will they?

They will.

It's Klaus.

Then definitely ignore it.

Doesn't he know I'm here?

I don't care if he knows or not.

Well, tell him. Tell him everything
is going according to plan.

- What are you talking about?
- Answer it.

I want to hear what you two
have to say to each other.

Fine.

I can't invite you in, Klaus.
Jim Beale is here,

and he's about to fuck
the shit out of me again.

Well, what are you waiting for?

I just cut off my only source
of income for you,

so better make it worth it.

So you do work for him.

He was funding my research.

You're working
on a time-travel project for him.

- It's not for him.
- So why is he paying you for it?

You know, for a brilliant man,
you really are quite dim.

Please, enlighten me.

Don't make me say it.

Come on, the truth will
set you free, remember?

'Cause I was fucking him, all right?

Yeah, he paid my bills and my rent,

and whatever else I needed.

So then, why me?

It ended for me the night
you and I first met,

but it wasn't official
until right now.

So you jump at the first guy
who comes along?

I mean, you must have had ulterior
motives to fuck me like you did.

You are being a childish asshole.

And you're right.

I was using you.

I was using you for my research.

A ploy to steal my ideas
for your nefarious scheme.

So, what is it?

Let's get all the cards on the table.

It's... it's not done yet.

Waiting for my next move, huh?

Well, you're making it.

You want to see what I'm working on?

I'll be down at the pub
drinking this day off.

Abby: Working in secret for two years

in a hidden lab
on the outskirts of the city,

John Bane's prototype
had become the stuff of legend.

They say he invented a time machine.

But what no one knew was that only
moments before I met him,

it had actually worked.

Do you have a light?

I knew everything
there was to know

about John Bane the physicist,

but I never imagined I would get
to know John Bane the man.

Jim: A science fiction novel.

More of a novella at this point.

Your hero, John Bane,
that's supposed to be me.

There was an article about you
that inspired the idea, yeah.

But once I met you...

Do you know who I am?

John, a physicist named
John Bane.

The whole story got
a lot more involved.

That's why it's not done yet.

I wanted to see
how it played out.

Yeah, but it's not actually me.

It's just a version of me.

It doesn't have my memories
or feelings.

That's unfortunate.

Abby: If we only had time.

Time to get closer.

I'm just a girl.

The girl of my dreams.

We could have a chance
of something real.

I led myself to believe
in serendipity.

But the cosmos had a cruel way
of making me believe otherwise.

As the day of the final
experiment grew near,

I wondered if we had
a future together.

Or would fate keep us apart?

What happens from here
on out is up to me.

That's why I'm here
with you right now.

But you can't change fate.

It's like trying to make
the sun set with your mind.

Who's to say I can't?

See that?

That right there... I did that.

Tell me I didn't.

Scientists and their God complex.

I'm supposed to be the smoker here.

- Are you okay?
- Chuck: Jim, are you okay?

- Jim?
- It's not Jim.

It's Abby. There's something
wrong with Jim.

He's coughing up blood, and he's...

he's been having seizures,
and I don't know what to do.

Can you please...
can you please come?

He won't let me take him
to the hospital. I'm just--

- Abby, Abby.
- Yeah?

Don't do anything until I get there.
Don't call anyone.

Don't do anything.

- I'm coming.
- Okay.

Wait, what are you doing?

Uh... Tell Jim Prime
I'm taking this to a specialist

for more
intensive examination.

Where's the other one?

Chuck took it to an examinist
for further specialization.

Must be who called.

Wait, what are you doing?

I'm taking it back
to its rightful owner.

Wormhole.

Such a weird word
when you think about it.

Chuck: Right now he's experiencing

what can only be described
as a kind of temporal feedback.

It seems that two beings
of the same consciousness

cannot exist in the same universe.

This must be nature's way
of correcting the anomaly.

That's your diagnosis?
Temporal feedback?

That makes the most sense
given what we know.

Okay, Dr. Chuck, if you're
such an expert on space cancer,

then what should
we expect from here?

If the rate of deterioration
stays in sync with 0-14,

terminus... that's what we call...

I get it. What?

He has about 48 hours, give or take.

Then his vital organs
will disintegrate

until his biological functions
shut down.

He's been chosen for extinction.

You have one hell
of a bedside manner.

I'm a physicist, not an M.D.

How am I supposed to believe
any of this?

Now's your chance.

This is your proof right here.

But please handle with care.

The fate of the universe
is in your hands.

Jim.

I really wasn't expecting you.

You might want to hide in
the other room in case he comes in.

He won't.
He thinks Klaus is in here.

No need to tell me who's in there.

- I have my theory.
- And what is that?

I'm not giving
any more theories to you.

It's not why I came here.
It's not what I want from this.

And what do you want from this?

To ignore the facts,
give you the benefit of the doubt.

All of the observable evidence

leads to the inevitable conclusion
that you are playing me.

But I refuse to accept it.

I barely know you.

But something happened in those
brief hours we spent together.

It was how you looked at me.

Like how you're looking at me now.

Is the pain worse when he's close by?

Yeah.

Proximity to him must be a factor.

The best course of action
is to get you out of town

as far as possible to alleviate
the effects of the feedback.

You mean prolong the inevitable.

So, here it is. My act of faith.

The gun is to my head.

I'm sure as shit not gonna
pull the trigger myself.

This is yours.

You get to decide what happens.

In two days, I'm gonna
start the machine,

and I'm gonna open the wormhole.

But it's now up to you
what goes through it.

Chuck, I want you to take your friend
and get the fuck out of here.

- Okay.
- Abby.

You lied to me.

Not about me and you.

Me and you is all
totally based on bullshit.

If you could just
see my logic on this.

Don't.

There's an explanation for all of it.

Not for how I feel.

I'm not even sure
who I'm talking to right now,

but whatever Jim you are,

I want you to get
the hell out of my house

before I contract
this psychotic disease.

I don't think that temporal
feedback is contagious.

No.

Matty? Where's Jim Prime?

I need you to slip away
and meet me at our place.

Tell him that you left
your reading glasses at home.

He knows you're useless without them.

Then break them and tell him you have
to go get your other pair.

Just do it, and...

...bring D-29B.

Dextro 29 boost. Still in beta.

It's a hybrid synthesis
of adrenal epinephrine secretions.

- Oh, yeah.
- It won't keep you alive.

But when you take it,
you won't know you're dying.

I'm dying. I'm dying, yes.

Yeah, okay. All right, what to do?

What to do? What to do? I'm dying.

Dying. Death, dead, 48 hours.

Forty eight hours. We have to prevent
that, don't we? We do. We should.

I say we don't do anything.

Don't open the other end
of the wormhole.

- Then it's like it never happened.
- Have you considered--

I'm here.
It happened. Yes... yes, it did.

- But have you considered--
- Yes, it did.

No, we roll up our sleeves.
We find a workable solution,

to explain the absence
of paradoxes--

We have to get one of you
out of here.

Let's come clean with Jim Prime.
He can go, and you can live.

He's not gonna do it
if he knows he will die.

Would you? No, you wouldn't.

I wouldn't.
I've been... I mean, I did.

- I'm here, so...
- There is the notion--

Maybe it should be me that goes.

And make things worse?

- The theory...
- Are you joking?

Is he joking? Make things worse?

I have less than two days to live.
I lost the rights to my life's work.

My girlfriend, she hates me, so how
could it possibly get any worse?

Parallel dimensions.

Parallel dimensions.

There exists not one
singular universe,

but an infinite number
of possibilities coinciding

simultaneously and eternally,

every conceivable version
of every being persisting forward

in a concurrent reality.

Your time-space excursion
was not to the past

of your present universe.

On the contrary, it was simply

a migration from
your plane of existence

to the one adjacent.

You're operating
independently of yourself

in an alternate timeline.

- No.
- But--

That's still hypothetical
at this point.

And, of course,
I already thought of that.

But being here, seeing it for myself,

everything played out
exactly the same.

But your journal accounted for--

What journal?

Where did you get this?

It was in your coat pocket
when you traversed.

And you've had this the whole time?

I was processing it as a data set.

- It's not my handwriting.
- You were both so busy.

- This is her book.
- Whose book?

Abby's.

- It was alarmingly accurate.
- Matty?

This is a made-up story,
a work of fiction,

and an incomplete one at that.

Okay, enough theorizing.

All right? The machine
should be up and running.

How much more of this
go juice do you have?

Enough.

All right, I'm pulling
the trigger on our best option.

Klaus only paid for
one unit of M.R.D.

We can't do this again.

If I go back through the wormhole

knowing what I know now
to that first day...

we won't have to do this ever again.

I can take over from here.

Where have you been?

Uh, our mass spectrometer
was on the fritz.

I wanted to take 0-14 over to
the institute for final evaluation.

- How's it doing?
- Clean bill of health.

But they're gonna keep it tonight

so that they can run it through
the liquid scintillation counter.

Okay, as long as
they don't know what it's for.

They think it's a sample.

We're almost online.

You want to do a practice run?

Absolutely.

Oh, and, Chuck,

dahlia 2.0 is also gone for now,

so we have to send something else
through the wormhole.

I think I can find a replacement.

Balance metric pressure at 057.

Chuck: Metric pressure
sustaining 057.

Releasing valves.

Man: Docking hatch open and clear.

Chuck: Radioactivity meters online.

Ready for exposure.

Prepare to load M.R.D.

M.R.D. removed from containment.

Preparing to load.

Keep full exposure duration
no more than ten seconds.

Nine, eight...

seven...

Insertion of M.R.D. commencing.

...five, four...

three, two...

one.

M.R.D. in place.

Close hatch.

Jim. Jim, Jim.

The pressure dropped below 029.

We have to abort.

All right, abort.
It's that damn bracket again.

We're gonna have
to reconfigure the output.

I know how to fix it.

It might take a while to recalibrate.
Why don't you take a break?

I don't take breaks.

What about that stack
of readouts in your office?

Have you gone through those yet?

Oh.

I see what you're doing.

You do?

You want me to sleep.

You're onto me.

Fine.

I'll leave you be to work
on that for a bit.

But I'm not napping.

Okay, Jim, get ready.

Matty, close the docking hatch.

Handle left 45 degrees.

Slide forward,

then lock at high noon
and engage sequence.

Chuck, I don't, uh...

Matty, let's go.

The left and right...

Matty, he could come back any second.

The left and right,
they're not, um...

The left and right...

Matty, you've done it
a thousand times.

Do it now.

You're still chasing after her, huh?

I never realize that's what
I'm doing... until I do it.

The power to cross
the universe in an instant.

The impossible dream
becomes possible.

All the unbelievable things
you could accomplish,

the eternal questions
you could answer.

And you just want to get laid.

- You'd do the same if it were you.
- You're probably right.

The machine still works.

But the M.R.D. is gone.

We could try to find the money.

Thirty six hours? I don't see how.

What about Klaus?

You have seen the future.

Could buy some stocks,
play the over-under on a game.

You didn't happen to catch
the news before you left?

It's over.

I'm done with the past.

If this is goodbye...

...least I could do
is buy you dinner.

Okay.

We'll let Jim Prime
keep on without a clue,

at least until you're gone.

Yeah. Where's Matty?

He was devastated by what he did.

Didn't want to face you.

This is you.

I mean him.

I should take this.

Go ahead and order.
I'll be right back.

Abby: It's not done yet.

Chuck told me everything.

Chuck is an asshole.

I want to hear it from you.

Why did you really
go through the wormhole?

Because my heart was broken.

And you blame me?

Abby, the only one
to blame here is me.

I did it to myself.

I'm willing to let technology
take some of the fall here.

So, I understand the only way

to get the other Jim
into the wormhole

is to show up tomorrow
with the dahlia and Klaus.

That is one scenario, yeah.

One that I would prefer
not to repeat.

But if it would save your life...

It wouldn't, because we're
about five million shy

of there even being a wormhole.

I can get the money.

No.

Waitress:
Any questions about the menu?

Can you please give us a minute?

But it would be for us.

Then we can have more time together.

Look! I'm not gonna let you do that.

It's my choice, not yours.

Then it'll be your choice.

Take me as far as you can.

Checking in?

Yes.

Name, please.

James Beale.

Seems you are already staying
with us, Mr. Beale.

What?

Right.

I forgot my key card.

May I get a replacement, please?

Of course.

Matty: There exists not one
singular universe,

but an infinite number
of possibilities coinciding

simultaneously and eternally.

Every conceivable version
of every being persisting forward

in a concurrent reality.
Your time-space excursion

was not to the past
of your present universe.

On the contrary,
it was simply

a migration from
your plane of existence

to the one adjacent.

Abby: John Bane's time-space
excursion was not to his own past.

Little did he realize
he had traveled to the past

of a parallel universe...

A timeline so similar to his own,

he had simply overlooked
the differences.

An infinite number of possibilities,

an infinite number of choices,

an infinite number of outcomes.

Take me to The Grand Hotel.

Mr. Meisner, would you be so kind

as to wait here while I escort
Ms. Ross and her dahlia

to the lab floor?

Is this really what you want?

Isn't there usually champagne
at these things?

I could kill
a whole bottle right now.

Oh, so, this is the way
it's gonna be.

It's the way it has to be.

The way it is.

It only seems that way now,

but eventually you'll see it
in a different light.

So that's it, then? It meant nothing.

Put these on.
I don't want you to miss a thing.

Jim: Turn handle left 45 degrees.

Slide forward.

Lock it at high noon.

Engage sequence.

I'm not interested,
so don't even try.

It may not look like it,
but I'm actually working.

Do you know who I am?

Should I?

Oh, my God.

You look just like him.

Who?

John.

A physicist named John Bane.

What a coincidence. I'm a physicist.

They say he invented a time machine.

Did he?

No one knows.

Anyways, he died in a lab explosion
before I got to interview him.

Really?

That's too bad.

The fire destroyed all of his work.

It's sad, really.

To be so close to controlling time,

and then poof... gone in an instant.

Time is a great teacher

that eventually kills
all of its students.

I like that one. That's a good one.

You have any more?

Yeah. Have a drink with me.

I'll tell you all about
my time-travel experiment.

Mine would make
for a much better story.

Your story is better?

Is that a fact?

No, just a theory.