Sliders s02e13 Episode Script
As Time Goes By
- Hey! - Right here.
I say, my good man- Sir? I say-! Day laborers on a street corner.
My friends, we are reduced to an all-time low.
God, and it's cold out here.
Mark Twain once remarked the coldest winter he ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.
Why couldn't you have invented sliding in Miami? That way you'd be all warm, I wouldn't even be here! One more day, guys.
We're almost out of here.
I hate being an illegal immigrant in a country that used to be my own.
Kind of nippy out here, eh? Reminds me of Vancouver.
Another computer whiz looking for an opening in the Silicon Valley.
Professor! Why are you disrespecting me, bro'? We're all in this together.
I am not your sibling, sir- for which I thank God and good breeding.
Hey, guys, here comes somebody.
Dos hombres- for dig un stump- Señor, normal rate is 50 pesos.
Hey- cuál hombre quiere 40 pesos? Hey, Q-Ball, we got trouble.
Immigration! Stay where you are! You're all under arrest! Put your hands over your heads.
Stop and no one will get hurt.
Stop, we have you surrounded! I repeat, we have you surrounded.
You cannot get away.
Stay where you are, you stupid "furback.
" You there, stop! Alto, I say! Go after him! Go after him, damn it.
After him! Alto! Alto, I say! Easy, easy.
I swear on my mother's grave, you will curse the day you ever came to my country.
Get back here, you! Get back here! 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.
SLIDERS 2x13 "AS THE TIME GOES BY" Good boy.
Stay, boy.
Down, boy.
Nitro, Cajun, Heel! Heel! Good boys.
Go on.
Daelin? What did you say? Shh! I'm sorry.
It's okay.
Just, please, keep your voice down.
Okay.
Thank you.
Thank you.
My grandmother always said I was a magnet for the walking wounded.
Seems like I'm always rescuing some sort of injured animal.
Why did you climb the fence? You don't look like you would be a thief.
I was running from Immigration.
There must have been 100 cops.
And how did you know my name? Out in the yard, you said, "Daelin.
" We kind of grew up together.
Went to the same school, till you left in 10th grade.
I think you really must have hit your head.
Anyway, I never had much time for classes.
Why are you looking at me like that? I thought about you a lot.
It broke my heart when you moved away.
Who's he? That's my fiancé Dennis McMillan.
You know him, too? He was on the corner, looking for work with my friends, just before Immigration raided us.
He was there today? That's what I'm trying to tell you.
My friends- everyone there was rousted.
Oh, my God.
He'll be deported.
They'll send him back to Canada.
Daelin? Please, you've got to hide.
Please, downstairs in the cellar.
Please, I'll lose my job.
Daelin, is someone in there? Open the door.
Señora.
Jacob the gardener says you have a man in here.
Is that true? Of course not, Señora.
And who is this handsome young man? That's my fiancé.
He's studying to be a doctor, like the mister.
Well I'm sorry to suspect you, Daelin.
But you have to understand, I have to be careful with two small children in the house.
Of course, Señora.
Jorge is still at play-date with Tomás, and Ana MarÃa is napping.
Oh, good.
Come with me.
We need to have a talk about the upstairs bathroom.
SÃ.
You have to do a better job on the tile.
Got to be something I can use in your defense.
Did you come here because of political persecution from Canada? Of course not.
Would it be dangerous for you to go back? - No.
Not really.
- Got to help me out here! Madam, I'm a professor of Cosmology and Ontology at the University- Excuse me, Mister Arturo, but you were looking for work as a day laborer, okay? Ms.
Sánchez, did Immigration pick up a man named Quinn Mallory? - Señora Sánchez? - Uno momento, Juez.
I don't see a "Mallory" on the list.
Is he a relative? Señorita? I'll see what I can find out.
Thank you.
Ready, Your Honor.
For my clients' sake, may we proceed in English? SÃ.
What is the plea? Your Honor, these are hardworking people that, having fled the poverty of their native Canada, are simply trying to eke out a meager existence in this wonderful country of Nueva España.
Is this a speech, Counselor, or will there be a defense? I'm simply trying to help you understand my clients' desperation.
You may not believe this, Señora Sánchez, but I have heard it all before.
Defendants Arturo, Brown and Wells are ordered deported to Canada as soon as possible.
That's it?! That's all there is? Chill, babe, we don't want any more trouble than we've already got.
This is too bizarre.
You really expect me to believe that you're from another planet? Not another planet, exactly.
I come from a parallel Earth where time is the same, but the outcome of many events were different.
And in this other world, - Spain lost the New World to the Anglos? - Yeah.
And all the people speak English? California is part of the United States, the most powerful country in the world.
I'm not expecting you to understand it, but everything I'm telling you is the truth.
The point is, if we can save my friends, I can take you there.
I can't believe I'm buying this.
What about Dennis? What about him? He's being deported to Canada.
I can't just leave him here.
He's everything in the world to me.
You help me, we'll see if we can save him, too.
He's my brother.
He's a member of "La Raza Blanca.
" Did you get word to Dennis? Yeah, it's all set.
He'll be ready.
I'm Daelin's brother.
Yeah, I remember you.
Quinn Mallory.
My friends are the ones being deported.
We traced the bus leaving the sheriff's station, they'll be taking Route 1 all the way up to Vancouver.
It's critical I get my friends 23.
Yeah? Well, it's always critical.
No sweat, homie.
Your needs and our plans coincide.
I can't believe they got us up at 5:00 a.
m.
to deport us.
I wish we knew what happened to Quinn.
That boy is as slippery as an eel.
He's probably sleeping in the lap of luxury even as we speak.
Come on, you "furbacks.
" Get on board.
Vamos.
Rápido! We slide in less than two hours.
Any ideas? I wish to hell I had.
I want to go home, Rembrandt.
I don't want to spend the rest of my life in Canada.
You think I do? It's wet, it's cold, my records didn't sell spit up there! All they ever listen to is Anne Murray and Gordon Lightfoot.
¿Qué diablos es esto? iQuita esta basura de aquÃ! All right, don't be stupid.
Take it easy, and everything's gonna be done.
Dennis! Daelin! Oh, my God, thank God! La Blanca, man! Quinn, I knew you'd be here.
Good to see you, man.
Cutting it a little fine, aren't you, Mr.
Mallory? Two whole minutes.
Piece of cake! You are under arrest! You are surrounded! You cannot escape, estúpidos! Stay where you are.
Mr.
Mallory do it.
You did well, my friend.
You did this, you son of a bitch! Dennis! I had to, Daelin! They promised me a green card so we could get married.
Dennis-! Then you could be legal, don't you see? No, no.
Murderers! Kit! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Daelin, come with us! He's going to die.
Quinn, let's go! Come on! Oh Oh, oh, oh-! English! Everything's in English again.
The good old US of A! I never thought I'd be so happy to be back here again.
I wonder if we're home.
I don't think so, Professor.
Check out this bench.
Last time I looked, they were called the "49ers.
" Well, how long till the next window, Q-Ball? Where the hell is he? Quinn?! Over here.
A little over seven hours.
The boy looks a little peaky.
Perhaps I should have a word with him.
You better let me, Professor.
Obviously something must have happened back there, huh? Wait up! Quinn! I can't get over it.
She moved away in 10th grade.
I thought I'd never see her again.
Hmm.
I know exactly what you mean.
When I was "Little Rembrandt and the Shandelles" there was this backup singer, Violet.
Man, she had my mind night and day.
- Thank you.
- Here you go.
Only problem was I was 17 and I think she was about 29.
Your heart can sure play tricks on you, I tell you.
This- this is worse than that.
We'd known each other since we were kids.
We dated a couple of years in high school.
I keep thinking I just should have grabbed her and dragged her off that world.
It seems to me this is a new world with new opportunities.
So instead of crying in your beer, why don't you try tracking her down here? I don't even know if she exists on this world.
What have we got, two hours? There's a telephone book there.
See if you can give her a call.
What have you got to lose? Yeah? Quinn? You've been crying.
Yeah.
It's nothing.
It's nothing.
Gosh it's so good to see you.
Come in.
Sorry about the mess.
I was about to clean up when you rang the bell.
Thank you.
I'm sorry - I didn't mean to barge in on you.
No, please.
It's a wonderful surprise.
Look at you.
How did you ever find me? Only one "Daelin Richards" listed- I figured it had to be you.
So, when did you move back- to San Francisco, I mean? I've been here the whole time.
It was you that moved away.
What was it? You told me that you were going to Seattle 'cause your dad got a job in aerospace.
I thought about you a lot, Quinn.
You broke my heart when you moved away.
Me, too.
I guess that's why I'm here.
I've always had this fantasy about coming back for you.
Going off on an amazing adventure together.
.
Oh, no.
Oh, it's Dennis.
Dennis McMillan? Yeah, you know him? Where do you know him from? It's kind of hard to explain.
Where were you last night? When you didn't come home I was worried.
Gig ran late.
Who's he? It's Quinn Mallory.
He says that he knows you.
Mmm.
Quinn Mallory? You're a liar.
I don't know you.
My mistake.
I thought you were someone else.
Yeah.
Julie's sleeping.
If you go upstairs, please don't wake her.
Wake her for what? She's not going anywhere.
This is my house! Don't tell me what to do in my house.
He wasn't always like this.
Before we were married he was kind and he was gentle.
Who's Julie? My daughter.
God, I hate this stinking house! Damn him.
Can you believe he dropped out of graduate school to join in a band? He's such an idiot.
Where was my brain? God, could you just please shut your door, Dennis?! God- bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch! Ever since we had the kid that is all you ever do! I am so freaking sick of it I could puke! Hey, hey, hey! Get your hands off her! Who the hell are you to come into my house and tell me what to do? I am going to give you two seconds to get your ass out that door.
You're pathetic.
You've got a family with the most incredible woman in the world, and you're trashing it.
- You're looking for trouble.
- I'm not looking for any- Thank you.
Do you remember what you said about wanting to take me with you? Did you mean it? I'm going on a long journey, Daelin.
It's dangerous.
The baby we could never take with us.
Hey, you want her so bad? Take her.
She's yours.
Take the little bloodsucker, too.
Maybe there's something I can do.
Trust me, okay? Okay.
Right.
Look, I really appreciate this.
I know how hard it is to accept.
Great.
she feels the same way.
Here's the address and the phone number.
Oh, thanks.
You sure you got enough for gas? Oh yeah, I think so.
Just in case.
No.
Take it.
Thanks.
So explain it again how the real Quinn Mallory is in Seattle.
I could explain it for hours, it wouldn't make a difference.
The point is, he's the one you belong with.
He couldn't be any more amazing than you.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
I got his number from Seattle Information.
He's a grad student at the University of Washington.
He said he never got over her either.
Wow, so did you tell him who you are? No time.
I just told him I was a mutual friend.
It doesn't matter anyway.
At least you got her away from that lowlife.
Hey- maybe on this world you and she will get a second chance.
Well, are we all assembled? Yeah, Professor, we're all here.
Let's do it.
You okay? Yeah.
You think I care? What is this? What's going on? Hey, Q-Ball, what are we doing here? Where are our clothes? I don't know about this, guys.
Wait a minute.
Where's Wade? Wade? Wade, where are you? Shut up! I don't think she's close enough to hear.
Guys look at the towel.
It's San Quentin.
At least tell me we're not going to be on this world long.
I don't know.
What do you mean, you don't know? Something's wrong with the timer.
It's gone haywire.
The numbers are going up instead of going down.
What does that mean? I don't know yet.
Does that mean we're going to be here forever? And what about Wade? Do you think she's in some women's prison somewhere? Brown, Mallory, Arturo, your lawyer's here.
Excuse me, sir.
Could you tell us exactly what we're accused of? Gallows humor, huh? Tsk-tsk-tsk.
If she's our lawyer, we're in deep trouble.
Please sit.
This might take a while.
I wish I had better news, people, but Judge Ginzburg turned our appeal down.
Our appeal? She just wouldn't believe the argument that the confessions were coerced.
I'm sorry.
Confessions? What are you talking about? So Judge Ginzburg shot us down? That's it? That's the final word? She's Chief Justice of the Supreme Court.
How much more final does it get? I'm sorry, but am I missing something here? No, ma'am.
If anything, we are.
You act like we haven't gone through this.
Madam, is it possible to have a copy of the original police indictment? It might help my friends and I to adjust to the reality of our situation.
Now, I'm not a great legal mind, but I'd like to see the indictment, the court transcript, and any other documents that may be relevant.
Well I suppose so.
Thank you very much, ma'am.
Look, it's possible that in this world we have doubles.
It's possible that we have been incarcerated for a crime that the doubles committed.
I n any event, the only way we can defend ourselves is to establish what supposedly happened.
Our doubles, right.
They just conspired to commit a crime and set us up for the murders? According to this, we pled guilty to the murder of an undercover policewomen investigating corruption in the SFPD.
A policewoman? So you're saying that our doubles could be crooked cops or something? How you coming with the timer? I took it apart, I put it back together - it's still running backwards.
Daelin Richards.
What? Daelin Richards.
That's the woman we're alleged to have murdered.
Daelin Richards? That's- Let me see.
I don't believe it.
- Everybody up and at 'em! - What now? You got a van waiting to take you to the courthouse.
First, we're going to make you look all pretty in civvies.
We're going to have an arraignment today.
Arraignment? Let's move it! I thought the arraignment came before you got sent to jail.
Guys, thank God, I was so freaked out.
Well, so were we.
Have you figured out what happened? Why are we in prison? Girl, we don't know any more than you.
Bad news, I'm afraid.
Do you ever have any other sort? Look, Professor, I'm every bit as committed to your defense as you are.
Let's try and maintain a positive outlook, okay? "Positive outlook," my behind.
Woman, we want answers.
What are they trying us for this time? We've already got life in prison, what more do they want? Just a minute, isn't that the judge that deported us a couple of slides ago? This is so trippy.
We keep getting involved with the same group of people.
All rise.
Criminal Court, County of San Francisco, State of California is now in session.
Judge Ramon Estevez presiding.
Be seated.
"Case of the People of California versus Quinn Mallory, Maximillian Arturo, Rembrandt Brown and Wade Wells on the charges of conspiracy and murder of one Daelin Anna Marie Richards in the first degree.
" Guys, look at the clock.
The face is in verted.
Not inverted, Professor, backwards.
First we're in prison, now we're on trial.
Good Lord- "Time's Arrow.
" Miss Sánchez, do your clients plan to enter a plea? Excuse me, Your Honor, we are absolutely 100 guilty.
Every single one of us.
Are you crazy? - What? Your Honor, my clients have been under enormous stress.
I urge you to disregard this plea.
That's enough.
I am entirely in my right mind, Your Honor.
- I throw myself on the mercy of the court.
- I plead guilty, too, sir.
What about the rest? Oh, sure, why not? I'm guilty too, Your Honor.
I don't know what to say.
Do you have any idea what you have just done? I hope so.
The plea is accepted.
Under the circumstances, this court finds no reason to delay sentencing.
The defendants will be remanded, therefore, to the Federal Penitentiary at San Quentin to spend the rest of their natural lives.
Court is adjourned.
Your Honor, may I approach? Will somebody please tell me what the devil is going on? Put it this way- if I'm right, a federal marshal should be coming over any second to take off these handcuffs.
What? Try to understand, Miss Wells, We are going backwards in a world that is going forwards.
Or rather, vice-versa.
Here we go.
The physicist Steven Hawking pointed out there's no theoretical reason why "time's arrow" should point forward.
It could just as readily point backwards.
We have obviously landed in a universe where Hawking's theorem is proven true.
But we're living forward? Yes, as far as we are concerned.
As far as the people in this world are concerned, they're living forward, too.
But their forward happens to be the reverse of ours.
Hence the clocks.
Which would account for why things keep jumping.
Like the skipping record- of course things would be discontinuous.
They'd have to be.
I can't wait for you to tell Hawking that his theory was correct.
He'll be so delighted.
Well, this is all very "deep dish " and fascinating, guys, but bottom line, okay, when do we slide out of this nightmare? I don't know.
But at least we know what we're dealing with.
You realize that as far as this world is concerned, we are suspects in a particularly gruesome murder case.
I suggest that we just hole out and wait until we have to slide.
- I can't, guys.
- What? You read the indictment.
The policewoman who was murdered was Daelin Richards.
Q- Ball, don't even go there.
It's predestined, guys.
This world is taking us right back to the murder.
Don't you get it? I can save her - I can change what happened here.
Do what you want, I don't have a choice.
Who's got a quarter? "Daelin Richards, an undercover officer investigating police corruption, was shot to death in Golden Gate Park last night by a drifter identified by police as Quinn Mallory.
" It says she had an appointment to meet with someone at the Water and Power Dam and that the backup officer identified you as the gunman.
Your fingerprints were found on a.
38 caliber revolver.
This is unbelievable.
Wait a minute, this says that this murder was committed last night around about 9:00.
Wait - does that mean that it has happened or it hasn't happened? For us, it hasn't.
For everyone else, it has.
What do you say, people? Are we in this together? Mr.
Mallory, are you familiar with the story of "The Appointment at Samarra"? No.
What's that? A certain rich merchant was walking in the marketplace in Baghdad.
As he looked across the street, he suddenly saw the figure of Death beckoning to him.
The terrified man rushed home, mounted his fastest horse and rode 100 miles to Samarra.
That night there was a knock on the door of his bedroom.
He opened it there stood Death.
"Why did you beckon me in the marketplace in Baghdad today?" asked the man.
"I was not beckoning you.
" said Death.
"I was merely surprised to see you in Baghdad, since I knew that tonight we had an appointment in Samarra.
" The point I'm making, Mr.
Mallory, is we have no idea of the consequences of interfering in this universe's timelines.
Uh-oh, man, let's move it! Move it, man, move it.
So much for our plan to hide out till the end of the slide.
Wait a minute, what do you mean, slide? I thought that thing was broken.
On the contrary, Mr.
Brown.
it's working perfectly.
It's just going backwards in accordance with the physical laws of this universe.
Now if my surmise is correct, we will be compelled to slide shortly after the murder is committed.
Oh, man! What do we do? I don't know about you, I'm getting out of here.
Take off! We'll meet at the Presidio.
Courage, Miss Wells.
Walk calmly.
We've gotten out of worse situations than this.
Not lately.
Spread out, all right? This is unbelievable.
Every cop in the city must be after us now.
Hold on.
Listen.
What's going on? Man, I hate it when it does that.
You know what? I think we're okay now.
Come on.
They shouldn't be looking for us anymore.
Shouldn't be looking for us? Why not? We just had another discontinuity.
The record skipped.
We jumped back in time.
Have you noticed it's gotten darker all of a sudden? Come on.
Hey, look, what about Wade and the Professor? They know to meet us in the park.
What? We're going to stop Daelin's murder, Rembrandt.
What for? If time is moving backwards here, she's going to come back to life anyway.
Don't you get it? We're the ones moving backwards, not them.
- Let's go.
- Oh, man, I'm so confused.
The paper said something about a dam near the Presidio.
That's got to be it.
You hear it? What time is it? How do I know? My watch is backwards.
This doesn't make any sense.
It's got to be 9:00 by now.
Where is she? Q- Ball.
Oh, my God, it's Dennis McMillan! Be careful, man.
Dennis! Put the gun down! I said, put the gun down, man! I'm not going to let you do this! Idiot! Are you out of your mind? Get the hell out of here! He's not the killer.
What? He's got a rifle.
My fingerprints were found on a pistol.
That's the mistake I must have made.
There's the real killer.
He must have been the one who framed me.
What, he's the one? Are you sure? Stay with me, Rembrandt.
I know what I'm doing.
I'm glad somebody does.
Daelin, it's a setup! Daelin, get down! Freeze! Ugh! Daelin?! Ow! Daelin?! Who the hell are you? Are you all right? Jeez, this jerk almost got you killed.
Are you nuts? He saved her life.
Yeah, maybe that's how you see it, but not me.
This is obstruction of justice.
Send in my backup and we need an ambulance.
We got an officer down.
I'm fine, Dennis, it's just my shoulder.
Whoever you are, you really screwed up.
If you wouldn't have blown it, that dead man would have coughed up information to put away half this city's crooked cops.
Daelin, it was a setup.
He wasn't going to let you out of this park alive.
What do you know about it, huh? What are you, some kind of inside guy? Who are you to her? I'm her partner and her fiancé.
Well, I guess that does it, huh? Three worlds, three strikeouts.
But if you can look at it this way, at least you saved her life.
That's got to be something, huh? Besides, the way your karma was headed, if you two ever did get together, you'd probably have a child that would destroy the world.
There's no need to invoke a destructive child.
Mr.
Mallory has done it all by himself.
Have you looked at the heavens? Oh, my God, there's a hole in the sky.
Hey, what's going on? You've changed the future.
You've ripped a hole in the fabric of time.
God knows what the consequences will be.
What could it mean? In layman's terms, I fear tomorrow may no longer exist.
Wow! Well, we could look at it this way.
Maybe it's all for the best.
Then again, maybe not.
The timer! Look! How are we supposed to reach that? Why is it pulling us? Wait a minute.
Don't forget that for us time is moving in reverse.
We entered this world some time in prison, and we depart now.
Go with it! Go! Take us out of the equation, this world may have a chance.
Go on! Everyone all right? It's working again.
So, how long till we slide? Three days, seven hours and 14 minutes.
There's a phone over there, Q-Ball, in case you want to call her.
I say, my good man- Sir? I say-! Day laborers on a street corner.
My friends, we are reduced to an all-time low.
God, and it's cold out here.
Mark Twain once remarked the coldest winter he ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.
Why couldn't you have invented sliding in Miami? That way you'd be all warm, I wouldn't even be here! One more day, guys.
We're almost out of here.
I hate being an illegal immigrant in a country that used to be my own.
Kind of nippy out here, eh? Reminds me of Vancouver.
Another computer whiz looking for an opening in the Silicon Valley.
Professor! Why are you disrespecting me, bro'? We're all in this together.
I am not your sibling, sir- for which I thank God and good breeding.
Hey, guys, here comes somebody.
Dos hombres- for dig un stump- Señor, normal rate is 50 pesos.
Hey- cuál hombre quiere 40 pesos? Hey, Q-Ball, we got trouble.
Immigration! Stay where you are! You're all under arrest! Put your hands over your heads.
Stop and no one will get hurt.
Stop, we have you surrounded! I repeat, we have you surrounded.
You cannot get away.
Stay where you are, you stupid "furback.
" You there, stop! Alto, I say! Go after him! Go after him, damn it.
After him! Alto! Alto, I say! Easy, easy.
I swear on my mother's grave, you will curse the day you ever came to my country.
Get back here, you! Get back here! 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.
SLIDERS 2x13 "AS THE TIME GOES BY" Good boy.
Stay, boy.
Down, boy.
Nitro, Cajun, Heel! Heel! Good boys.
Go on.
Daelin? What did you say? Shh! I'm sorry.
It's okay.
Just, please, keep your voice down.
Okay.
Thank you.
Thank you.
My grandmother always said I was a magnet for the walking wounded.
Seems like I'm always rescuing some sort of injured animal.
Why did you climb the fence? You don't look like you would be a thief.
I was running from Immigration.
There must have been 100 cops.
And how did you know my name? Out in the yard, you said, "Daelin.
" We kind of grew up together.
Went to the same school, till you left in 10th grade.
I think you really must have hit your head.
Anyway, I never had much time for classes.
Why are you looking at me like that? I thought about you a lot.
It broke my heart when you moved away.
Who's he? That's my fiancé Dennis McMillan.
You know him, too? He was on the corner, looking for work with my friends, just before Immigration raided us.
He was there today? That's what I'm trying to tell you.
My friends- everyone there was rousted.
Oh, my God.
He'll be deported.
They'll send him back to Canada.
Daelin? Please, you've got to hide.
Please, downstairs in the cellar.
Please, I'll lose my job.
Daelin, is someone in there? Open the door.
Señora.
Jacob the gardener says you have a man in here.
Is that true? Of course not, Señora.
And who is this handsome young man? That's my fiancé.
He's studying to be a doctor, like the mister.
Well I'm sorry to suspect you, Daelin.
But you have to understand, I have to be careful with two small children in the house.
Of course, Señora.
Jorge is still at play-date with Tomás, and Ana MarÃa is napping.
Oh, good.
Come with me.
We need to have a talk about the upstairs bathroom.
SÃ.
You have to do a better job on the tile.
Got to be something I can use in your defense.
Did you come here because of political persecution from Canada? Of course not.
Would it be dangerous for you to go back? - No.
Not really.
- Got to help me out here! Madam, I'm a professor of Cosmology and Ontology at the University- Excuse me, Mister Arturo, but you were looking for work as a day laborer, okay? Ms.
Sánchez, did Immigration pick up a man named Quinn Mallory? - Señora Sánchez? - Uno momento, Juez.
I don't see a "Mallory" on the list.
Is he a relative? Señorita? I'll see what I can find out.
Thank you.
Ready, Your Honor.
For my clients' sake, may we proceed in English? SÃ.
What is the plea? Your Honor, these are hardworking people that, having fled the poverty of their native Canada, are simply trying to eke out a meager existence in this wonderful country of Nueva España.
Is this a speech, Counselor, or will there be a defense? I'm simply trying to help you understand my clients' desperation.
You may not believe this, Señora Sánchez, but I have heard it all before.
Defendants Arturo, Brown and Wells are ordered deported to Canada as soon as possible.
That's it?! That's all there is? Chill, babe, we don't want any more trouble than we've already got.
This is too bizarre.
You really expect me to believe that you're from another planet? Not another planet, exactly.
I come from a parallel Earth where time is the same, but the outcome of many events were different.
And in this other world, - Spain lost the New World to the Anglos? - Yeah.
And all the people speak English? California is part of the United States, the most powerful country in the world.
I'm not expecting you to understand it, but everything I'm telling you is the truth.
The point is, if we can save my friends, I can take you there.
I can't believe I'm buying this.
What about Dennis? What about him? He's being deported to Canada.
I can't just leave him here.
He's everything in the world to me.
You help me, we'll see if we can save him, too.
He's my brother.
He's a member of "La Raza Blanca.
" Did you get word to Dennis? Yeah, it's all set.
He'll be ready.
I'm Daelin's brother.
Yeah, I remember you.
Quinn Mallory.
My friends are the ones being deported.
We traced the bus leaving the sheriff's station, they'll be taking Route 1 all the way up to Vancouver.
It's critical I get my friends 23.
Yeah? Well, it's always critical.
No sweat, homie.
Your needs and our plans coincide.
I can't believe they got us up at 5:00 a.
m.
to deport us.
I wish we knew what happened to Quinn.
That boy is as slippery as an eel.
He's probably sleeping in the lap of luxury even as we speak.
Come on, you "furbacks.
" Get on board.
Vamos.
Rápido! We slide in less than two hours.
Any ideas? I wish to hell I had.
I want to go home, Rembrandt.
I don't want to spend the rest of my life in Canada.
You think I do? It's wet, it's cold, my records didn't sell spit up there! All they ever listen to is Anne Murray and Gordon Lightfoot.
¿Qué diablos es esto? iQuita esta basura de aquÃ! All right, don't be stupid.
Take it easy, and everything's gonna be done.
Dennis! Daelin! Oh, my God, thank God! La Blanca, man! Quinn, I knew you'd be here.
Good to see you, man.
Cutting it a little fine, aren't you, Mr.
Mallory? Two whole minutes.
Piece of cake! You are under arrest! You are surrounded! You cannot escape, estúpidos! Stay where you are.
Mr.
Mallory do it.
You did well, my friend.
You did this, you son of a bitch! Dennis! I had to, Daelin! They promised me a green card so we could get married.
Dennis-! Then you could be legal, don't you see? No, no.
Murderers! Kit! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Daelin, come with us! He's going to die.
Quinn, let's go! Come on! Oh Oh, oh, oh-! English! Everything's in English again.
The good old US of A! I never thought I'd be so happy to be back here again.
I wonder if we're home.
I don't think so, Professor.
Check out this bench.
Last time I looked, they were called the "49ers.
" Well, how long till the next window, Q-Ball? Where the hell is he? Quinn?! Over here.
A little over seven hours.
The boy looks a little peaky.
Perhaps I should have a word with him.
You better let me, Professor.
Obviously something must have happened back there, huh? Wait up! Quinn! I can't get over it.
She moved away in 10th grade.
I thought I'd never see her again.
Hmm.
I know exactly what you mean.
When I was "Little Rembrandt and the Shandelles" there was this backup singer, Violet.
Man, she had my mind night and day.
- Thank you.
- Here you go.
Only problem was I was 17 and I think she was about 29.
Your heart can sure play tricks on you, I tell you.
This- this is worse than that.
We'd known each other since we were kids.
We dated a couple of years in high school.
I keep thinking I just should have grabbed her and dragged her off that world.
It seems to me this is a new world with new opportunities.
So instead of crying in your beer, why don't you try tracking her down here? I don't even know if she exists on this world.
What have we got, two hours? There's a telephone book there.
See if you can give her a call.
What have you got to lose? Yeah? Quinn? You've been crying.
Yeah.
It's nothing.
It's nothing.
Gosh it's so good to see you.
Come in.
Sorry about the mess.
I was about to clean up when you rang the bell.
Thank you.
I'm sorry - I didn't mean to barge in on you.
No, please.
It's a wonderful surprise.
Look at you.
How did you ever find me? Only one "Daelin Richards" listed- I figured it had to be you.
So, when did you move back- to San Francisco, I mean? I've been here the whole time.
It was you that moved away.
What was it? You told me that you were going to Seattle 'cause your dad got a job in aerospace.
I thought about you a lot, Quinn.
You broke my heart when you moved away.
Me, too.
I guess that's why I'm here.
I've always had this fantasy about coming back for you.
Going off on an amazing adventure together.
.
Oh, no.
Oh, it's Dennis.
Dennis McMillan? Yeah, you know him? Where do you know him from? It's kind of hard to explain.
Where were you last night? When you didn't come home I was worried.
Gig ran late.
Who's he? It's Quinn Mallory.
He says that he knows you.
Mmm.
Quinn Mallory? You're a liar.
I don't know you.
My mistake.
I thought you were someone else.
Yeah.
Julie's sleeping.
If you go upstairs, please don't wake her.
Wake her for what? She's not going anywhere.
This is my house! Don't tell me what to do in my house.
He wasn't always like this.
Before we were married he was kind and he was gentle.
Who's Julie? My daughter.
God, I hate this stinking house! Damn him.
Can you believe he dropped out of graduate school to join in a band? He's such an idiot.
Where was my brain? God, could you just please shut your door, Dennis?! God- bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch! Ever since we had the kid that is all you ever do! I am so freaking sick of it I could puke! Hey, hey, hey! Get your hands off her! Who the hell are you to come into my house and tell me what to do? I am going to give you two seconds to get your ass out that door.
You're pathetic.
You've got a family with the most incredible woman in the world, and you're trashing it.
- You're looking for trouble.
- I'm not looking for any- Thank you.
Do you remember what you said about wanting to take me with you? Did you mean it? I'm going on a long journey, Daelin.
It's dangerous.
The baby we could never take with us.
Hey, you want her so bad? Take her.
She's yours.
Take the little bloodsucker, too.
Maybe there's something I can do.
Trust me, okay? Okay.
Right.
Look, I really appreciate this.
I know how hard it is to accept.
Great.
she feels the same way.
Here's the address and the phone number.
Oh, thanks.
You sure you got enough for gas? Oh yeah, I think so.
Just in case.
No.
Take it.
Thanks.
So explain it again how the real Quinn Mallory is in Seattle.
I could explain it for hours, it wouldn't make a difference.
The point is, he's the one you belong with.
He couldn't be any more amazing than you.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
I got his number from Seattle Information.
He's a grad student at the University of Washington.
He said he never got over her either.
Wow, so did you tell him who you are? No time.
I just told him I was a mutual friend.
It doesn't matter anyway.
At least you got her away from that lowlife.
Hey- maybe on this world you and she will get a second chance.
Well, are we all assembled? Yeah, Professor, we're all here.
Let's do it.
You okay? Yeah.
You think I care? What is this? What's going on? Hey, Q-Ball, what are we doing here? Where are our clothes? I don't know about this, guys.
Wait a minute.
Where's Wade? Wade? Wade, where are you? Shut up! I don't think she's close enough to hear.
Guys look at the towel.
It's San Quentin.
At least tell me we're not going to be on this world long.
I don't know.
What do you mean, you don't know? Something's wrong with the timer.
It's gone haywire.
The numbers are going up instead of going down.
What does that mean? I don't know yet.
Does that mean we're going to be here forever? And what about Wade? Do you think she's in some women's prison somewhere? Brown, Mallory, Arturo, your lawyer's here.
Excuse me, sir.
Could you tell us exactly what we're accused of? Gallows humor, huh? Tsk-tsk-tsk.
If she's our lawyer, we're in deep trouble.
Please sit.
This might take a while.
I wish I had better news, people, but Judge Ginzburg turned our appeal down.
Our appeal? She just wouldn't believe the argument that the confessions were coerced.
I'm sorry.
Confessions? What are you talking about? So Judge Ginzburg shot us down? That's it? That's the final word? She's Chief Justice of the Supreme Court.
How much more final does it get? I'm sorry, but am I missing something here? No, ma'am.
If anything, we are.
You act like we haven't gone through this.
Madam, is it possible to have a copy of the original police indictment? It might help my friends and I to adjust to the reality of our situation.
Now, I'm not a great legal mind, but I'd like to see the indictment, the court transcript, and any other documents that may be relevant.
Well I suppose so.
Thank you very much, ma'am.
Look, it's possible that in this world we have doubles.
It's possible that we have been incarcerated for a crime that the doubles committed.
I n any event, the only way we can defend ourselves is to establish what supposedly happened.
Our doubles, right.
They just conspired to commit a crime and set us up for the murders? According to this, we pled guilty to the murder of an undercover policewomen investigating corruption in the SFPD.
A policewoman? So you're saying that our doubles could be crooked cops or something? How you coming with the timer? I took it apart, I put it back together - it's still running backwards.
Daelin Richards.
What? Daelin Richards.
That's the woman we're alleged to have murdered.
Daelin Richards? That's- Let me see.
I don't believe it.
- Everybody up and at 'em! - What now? You got a van waiting to take you to the courthouse.
First, we're going to make you look all pretty in civvies.
We're going to have an arraignment today.
Arraignment? Let's move it! I thought the arraignment came before you got sent to jail.
Guys, thank God, I was so freaked out.
Well, so were we.
Have you figured out what happened? Why are we in prison? Girl, we don't know any more than you.
Bad news, I'm afraid.
Do you ever have any other sort? Look, Professor, I'm every bit as committed to your defense as you are.
Let's try and maintain a positive outlook, okay? "Positive outlook," my behind.
Woman, we want answers.
What are they trying us for this time? We've already got life in prison, what more do they want? Just a minute, isn't that the judge that deported us a couple of slides ago? This is so trippy.
We keep getting involved with the same group of people.
All rise.
Criminal Court, County of San Francisco, State of California is now in session.
Judge Ramon Estevez presiding.
Be seated.
"Case of the People of California versus Quinn Mallory, Maximillian Arturo, Rembrandt Brown and Wade Wells on the charges of conspiracy and murder of one Daelin Anna Marie Richards in the first degree.
" Guys, look at the clock.
The face is in verted.
Not inverted, Professor, backwards.
First we're in prison, now we're on trial.
Good Lord- "Time's Arrow.
" Miss Sánchez, do your clients plan to enter a plea? Excuse me, Your Honor, we are absolutely 100 guilty.
Every single one of us.
Are you crazy? - What? Your Honor, my clients have been under enormous stress.
I urge you to disregard this plea.
That's enough.
I am entirely in my right mind, Your Honor.
- I throw myself on the mercy of the court.
- I plead guilty, too, sir.
What about the rest? Oh, sure, why not? I'm guilty too, Your Honor.
I don't know what to say.
Do you have any idea what you have just done? I hope so.
The plea is accepted.
Under the circumstances, this court finds no reason to delay sentencing.
The defendants will be remanded, therefore, to the Federal Penitentiary at San Quentin to spend the rest of their natural lives.
Court is adjourned.
Your Honor, may I approach? Will somebody please tell me what the devil is going on? Put it this way- if I'm right, a federal marshal should be coming over any second to take off these handcuffs.
What? Try to understand, Miss Wells, We are going backwards in a world that is going forwards.
Or rather, vice-versa.
Here we go.
The physicist Steven Hawking pointed out there's no theoretical reason why "time's arrow" should point forward.
It could just as readily point backwards.
We have obviously landed in a universe where Hawking's theorem is proven true.
But we're living forward? Yes, as far as we are concerned.
As far as the people in this world are concerned, they're living forward, too.
But their forward happens to be the reverse of ours.
Hence the clocks.
Which would account for why things keep jumping.
Like the skipping record- of course things would be discontinuous.
They'd have to be.
I can't wait for you to tell Hawking that his theory was correct.
He'll be so delighted.
Well, this is all very "deep dish " and fascinating, guys, but bottom line, okay, when do we slide out of this nightmare? I don't know.
But at least we know what we're dealing with.
You realize that as far as this world is concerned, we are suspects in a particularly gruesome murder case.
I suggest that we just hole out and wait until we have to slide.
- I can't, guys.
- What? You read the indictment.
The policewoman who was murdered was Daelin Richards.
Q- Ball, don't even go there.
It's predestined, guys.
This world is taking us right back to the murder.
Don't you get it? I can save her - I can change what happened here.
Do what you want, I don't have a choice.
Who's got a quarter? "Daelin Richards, an undercover officer investigating police corruption, was shot to death in Golden Gate Park last night by a drifter identified by police as Quinn Mallory.
" It says she had an appointment to meet with someone at the Water and Power Dam and that the backup officer identified you as the gunman.
Your fingerprints were found on a.
38 caliber revolver.
This is unbelievable.
Wait a minute, this says that this murder was committed last night around about 9:00.
Wait - does that mean that it has happened or it hasn't happened? For us, it hasn't.
For everyone else, it has.
What do you say, people? Are we in this together? Mr.
Mallory, are you familiar with the story of "The Appointment at Samarra"? No.
What's that? A certain rich merchant was walking in the marketplace in Baghdad.
As he looked across the street, he suddenly saw the figure of Death beckoning to him.
The terrified man rushed home, mounted his fastest horse and rode 100 miles to Samarra.
That night there was a knock on the door of his bedroom.
He opened it there stood Death.
"Why did you beckon me in the marketplace in Baghdad today?" asked the man.
"I was not beckoning you.
" said Death.
"I was merely surprised to see you in Baghdad, since I knew that tonight we had an appointment in Samarra.
" The point I'm making, Mr.
Mallory, is we have no idea of the consequences of interfering in this universe's timelines.
Uh-oh, man, let's move it! Move it, man, move it.
So much for our plan to hide out till the end of the slide.
Wait a minute, what do you mean, slide? I thought that thing was broken.
On the contrary, Mr.
Brown.
it's working perfectly.
It's just going backwards in accordance with the physical laws of this universe.
Now if my surmise is correct, we will be compelled to slide shortly after the murder is committed.
Oh, man! What do we do? I don't know about you, I'm getting out of here.
Take off! We'll meet at the Presidio.
Courage, Miss Wells.
Walk calmly.
We've gotten out of worse situations than this.
Not lately.
Spread out, all right? This is unbelievable.
Every cop in the city must be after us now.
Hold on.
Listen.
What's going on? Man, I hate it when it does that.
You know what? I think we're okay now.
Come on.
They shouldn't be looking for us anymore.
Shouldn't be looking for us? Why not? We just had another discontinuity.
The record skipped.
We jumped back in time.
Have you noticed it's gotten darker all of a sudden? Come on.
Hey, look, what about Wade and the Professor? They know to meet us in the park.
What? We're going to stop Daelin's murder, Rembrandt.
What for? If time is moving backwards here, she's going to come back to life anyway.
Don't you get it? We're the ones moving backwards, not them.
- Let's go.
- Oh, man, I'm so confused.
The paper said something about a dam near the Presidio.
That's got to be it.
You hear it? What time is it? How do I know? My watch is backwards.
This doesn't make any sense.
It's got to be 9:00 by now.
Where is she? Q- Ball.
Oh, my God, it's Dennis McMillan! Be careful, man.
Dennis! Put the gun down! I said, put the gun down, man! I'm not going to let you do this! Idiot! Are you out of your mind? Get the hell out of here! He's not the killer.
What? He's got a rifle.
My fingerprints were found on a pistol.
That's the mistake I must have made.
There's the real killer.
He must have been the one who framed me.
What, he's the one? Are you sure? Stay with me, Rembrandt.
I know what I'm doing.
I'm glad somebody does.
Daelin, it's a setup! Daelin, get down! Freeze! Ugh! Daelin?! Ow! Daelin?! Who the hell are you? Are you all right? Jeez, this jerk almost got you killed.
Are you nuts? He saved her life.
Yeah, maybe that's how you see it, but not me.
This is obstruction of justice.
Send in my backup and we need an ambulance.
We got an officer down.
I'm fine, Dennis, it's just my shoulder.
Whoever you are, you really screwed up.
If you wouldn't have blown it, that dead man would have coughed up information to put away half this city's crooked cops.
Daelin, it was a setup.
He wasn't going to let you out of this park alive.
What do you know about it, huh? What are you, some kind of inside guy? Who are you to her? I'm her partner and her fiancé.
Well, I guess that does it, huh? Three worlds, three strikeouts.
But if you can look at it this way, at least you saved her life.
That's got to be something, huh? Besides, the way your karma was headed, if you two ever did get together, you'd probably have a child that would destroy the world.
There's no need to invoke a destructive child.
Mr.
Mallory has done it all by himself.
Have you looked at the heavens? Oh, my God, there's a hole in the sky.
Hey, what's going on? You've changed the future.
You've ripped a hole in the fabric of time.
God knows what the consequences will be.
What could it mean? In layman's terms, I fear tomorrow may no longer exist.
Wow! Well, we could look at it this way.
Maybe it's all for the best.
Then again, maybe not.
The timer! Look! How are we supposed to reach that? Why is it pulling us? Wait a minute.
Don't forget that for us time is moving in reverse.
We entered this world some time in prison, and we depart now.
Go with it! Go! Take us out of the equation, this world may have a chance.
Go on! Everyone all right? It's working again.
So, how long till we slide? Three days, seven hours and 14 minutes.
There's a phone over there, Q-Ball, in case you want to call her.