Grand Tour: Disaster in Time Page #3

They-they really aren't.

She's all right, Ben.

I know that isn't

very consoling right now,

But please try not

to make things any worse

than they already are.

Can I help you?

He took my daughter.

I want to file a complaint,

and then I want you...

to go out there and you

get that son of a b*tch.

And you haul his ass in.

It's a writ

of temporary custody, Ben.

Signed this day, may 2,

by the honorable Albert T. Riskin,

and executed in the county seat.

Riskin. Who is he, one of your

country club buddies or something?

What the hell did you say about...

I can't believe this!

Single-parent, Ben... Financially

unstable, alcoholic tendencies,

Wife who died under

questionable circumstances.

- It was a hard sell, Ben.

- She's my daughter!

Yes! But in time we're hoping

she'll overcome that handicap.

- Hey, hey, hey!

- Where's she at?

Where you got her?

- I'm not an unreasonable man, Ben.

- I'm fine. I'm fine. Back off.

Let him alone.

You...

- He can't do this!

He cannot do this to me...

- Shut up.

- It's your call, judge.

- You go near that girl in

the next 72 hours,

And this son of a b*tch is gonna

slam you in jail so fast...

You're gonna make

a sonic boom!

Now you get him

the hell out of here.

He took my daughter!

He just took her

away from me!

How's it feel, Ben?

Oh, how does it feel?

Leaving us, Mr. Wilson?

Just runnin'

to the goodwill.

Can I carry something?

Got it.

Thanks.

You haven't seen

Oscar around, have you?

He mentioned something about

going to do some business

with the charter office,

But he should be back soon.

Why not wait?

Not that important.

Heads up.

Perhaps you'd like to leave him

a note. I'd be happy to see

that he gets it.

Thanks anyway.

I understand there was

a mishap with Mr. Quish this morning,

and you came to his assistance.

A bunch of people did.

Well, we certainly

appreciate the fact that you did.

As I'm sure he did.

Did you have

a chance to talk some,

you and Mr. Quish?

What did he...

Oscar... Oscar...

I don't know his last name.

He's one of

your bus drivers.

Listen. Would you just

tell him to call Ben Wilson over

at the Appleton hotel.

Right.

The Appleton hotel.

Yes.

Thank you. Bye.

- Looks like it's number five.

- Okay. Here. Sue.

- Don't even think about it.

No. No, no, no.

We're getting ready

to sit down to supper.

You want to join us?

- Australia...

- no, I got it covered.

"California, 1906."

Should know this one.

Hillary, you should know

this one. Come on.

Oh, Jesus.

What are you doin'?

So,

Why did you move out, Ben?

Hey. You only miss 'em

when they're gone, right?

I never asked you to leave.

Yeah. Well, that's because

you never talked to me.

Well, maybe

I was waiting for you.

Maybe I wasn't allowed

to speak first.

So, how do you like

your tea, Ben?

Strong, I bet.

She sent you, didn't she?

Madame Iovine, to find out

if I know, right?

We know you know, Ben.

That's obvious.

Question is, what are you

going to do about it?

- No.

- It really is tea.

Mildly euphoric,

but it is.

And better than what

you were drinking before.

Ahh... We're just tourists, Ben.

That's all.

We're not going

to harm you or anyone.

- So why did Quish

tell me to leave?

- Mmm.

He shouldn't have.

It's against all the rules.

What rules?

Rules that say

we can't talk about the rules.

Oh, well. Okay.

Let's talk about you,

Reeve...

Who you are

and who you aren't.

Well...

Who aren't we, Ben?

Who do you think...

I'm sick of it, all right? I'm sick

of your whole damn act.

Now, if you came up here

to drum up some tea party,

I ain't interested.

But if you came up here to

convince me not to talk, not to tell

people what little I do know,

Then you damn well better start

talkin' and start talkin' to me.

And I do not mean

in circles.

I want you

to imagine something.

I want you to think

of a very different place

that doesn't even exist.

In this imaginary world,

all is grand.

You don't need to work.

You're never sick.

You're never hungry.

You're never cold nor hot.

You're healthy and safe

from the day you're born.

And until the day you die,

nothing ever goes wrong.

It's a grand world, Ben.

Most perfect.

And that's its one flaw.

So, I told you

what I imagine, Ben.

Now you tell me

what you imagine.

Of the future?

Of when you were

watching at my door.

Tell me

what you imagine, Ben?

And then let me show you

what we can really do.

Well, well, well.

Quite a little party

we seemed to have had.

All right,

what did he say?

He knows

where we're from.

But he doesn't

understand much else.

Oh, these bygoners just

can't handle their tea, can they?

- We'll have to report quish...

- Oh!

- to the undersecretary.

- We'll do nothing of the kind.

- [ Indistinct ]

- Clearly a violation, agreed?

One incident like this

can shut down the entire tour.

Is that what you want,

any of you? Go back right now?

Well, what does it matter,

even if he knows about us?

The spectacle is tonight.

A few more hours

and it will be done.

Poor thing. What about him?

We can't just leave.

Come along, Reeve.

You mustn't be late

for the spectacle.

Sh*t!

- What is this sh*t?

- Just water, thank your lucky stars.

Oh, god, I hurt.

- Well, that's good.

- That's good?

Well, proves you're alive.

Couldn't tell by your pulse.

Oh, I can't remember

what happened.

It has to do

with something...

Something with... Reeve.

Tourist gal?

Why can't I remember

what they were talking...

They were talkin'

about a special...

Spectacle!

Spec... Oscar!

Oscar!

Oscar,

what happened tonight?

Well, you tell me.

Juicy part first.

No! No! No, tonight.

What happened? What time is it?

Uh, a quarter to 11:00.

Where are they?

Where are the tourists?

Are they here?

Why, in the hotel?

I didn't see 'em.

- No, in town! Are they still in town?

- Well, they're up at the inn,

as far as I know.

- What's that smell?

- Shh-shh.

I'll see... I can't tell you

how relieved I am.

Nothing that we really

couldn't handle after all.

This is the moment that makes

everything worthwhile.

Didn't I tell you this is

the perfect location? Didn't I?

- It's not a meteor shower.

- They fixed the light.

That's your big spectacle, Ben.

No, they're from the future, Oscar.

They're here for somethin' else,

somethin' bad.

"Future". Why?

Look, I was in the doctor's office

when that other tourist... Quish...

came in. He got x-rayed.

- You hang around

the doctor's office a lot?

- No, I'm serious.

Look. They got... they got passports.

They carry these passports.

And in them

they got these dates.

Dates and places

where they go to. Look.

- I'm gonna go for a little snooze.

- No, no. I'm serious.

- I'm tired.

- Listen, listen...

Hey, Ben, they're harmless.

They're just tourists.

They're not aliens.

They're not anything else.

They're just completely...

Har-harmless.

Whoa.

What is it?

What have you done?

What a magnificent sighting.

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