Grand Tour: Disaster in Time Page #4

Grand!

Simply grand.

Hillary.

Ben, what is it?

What the hell is it?

[ man on radio ]

...the possible cause of the

explosion over in Green Glen.

One caller to the station,

an eyewitness apparently,

says it looked like a big ball

of fire falling out of the sky.

But we have no official

confirmation as of yet.

- Get me out of here!

- It's a go.

Hillary!

- Hillar... Where's Hillary?

- What's happening, Ben?

- We woke up to this

hellacious noise!

- Where's Hillary?

- And there was

that god-awful crash!

- Where is she?

- Dad!

- Hillary!

Come on. Come... oh.

It's gonna be okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

Come on. Come on.

That's it!

Up there!

We didn't know where to go.

Remember to turn off the gas?

Could you find him?

You're gonna be okay.

Where's...

where's the hotel?

And... and the cafe?

The sheriff's station?

That's why...

That's why

they wouldn't stay there.

The school! They're setting up

a shelter at the school!

If you don't have a place,

anybody who can't find your family,

go to the school!

Meteorite.

That's what somebody said.

What are the chances?

Where's Rafferty?

- Doesn't he live over there?

- Yeah, over there. Behind the...

No, no... [ indistinct ]

All right, look.

I'll go find out for sure. You...

Look at that.

- Take my daughter.

- No, wait! I'm staying with you!

Get into the shelter.

You'll be okay.

Let's see what we can do.

Come on.

Let's stay together everyone.

Careful!

- No one...

- Hey-hey!

- It's so beautiful.

- Oh, Ben, not now.

There's just

too much to see.

- So much damage.

- Watch your step.

Please,

watch your step.

I tried to tell you.

- I did try.

- California, 1906.

That was the earthquake.

Washington, 1980... That's why

you had ash on your shoes.

You'd just come from

mount Saint Helens. What else?

We got New Jersey, 1937.

What was that? Was that a flood,

tornado? What?

- Mishap with a dirigible.

- Oh, yeah. Hindenburg, course. Yeah.

You do it all over the place, don't you?

You're on a tour of these things.

I have work here...

retropology.

I study the past first hand,

how things worked.

- Artifacts, architecture,

technical systems...

- Tell me something, quish.

You got some good shots

in your head?

You got some good pictures

stored away up there, huh?

Tell me. Tell me!

My psychographs

are for historical purposes,

nothing else.

If there is a fotomat back home

running a two-for-one deal,

send me a set!

Glossy finish. Because I just want

a little keepsake for all this death

and destruction!

We cannot become involved.

Rule number one of the travel code:

- "No contamination of native..."

- One more word out of you, Mr. Quish,

And you'll be doing your research

out of... dusty old books.

We'll be moving on soon,

leaving your time. Your town.

As far as any of us

are concerned, you're just

a bright young bygoner...

Who happened to make some

rather astute assumptions.

I'm willing to let it go at that.

If you are.

Coming, Quish?

Grand, isn't it?

Hey, kids!

Hey, hey. Come on!

You better get away from here!

Come on. It's not safe up here.

- Let's get out of here!

- Hey. Hey!

Your name, please?

What was you reaction when you

first heard the sound?

Can you describe

the sound for us?

Did you know any of the deceased?

Were there any fatalities in your family?

Please.

Try to talk to us.

All right. Come on, Come on now.

We can't allow the news media inside.

- A hundred dollars.

- Hey. Already taken.

I will give you a hundred dollars

for this cot.

Well, you can lay there...

For a second.

Thank you.

So where have you been?

Fighting fires, saving lives,

being a hero.

Come here.

[ man chattering

over P.A. System ]

Mmm. You feel like

headin' back home?

I want to stay here

and help.

- If that's okay.

- All right.

- I'll stay too.

- Just go home and sleep, dad.

And get yourself cleaned up.

You stink.

- Come back for me later.

- Okay.

- You sure?

- Yeah. Maybe in a couple of hours?

Okay. All right.

[ piano:
"Fur Elise" ]

[ Discordant notes ]

Is that my ears

or your fingers?

I never was any good.

Carolyn tried

to teach me, but...

Got to hand it to ya.

You had 'em pegged...

Those tourists.

The future, who would've thunk it?

Not me.

I just... not me.

I mean, they...

they look just like you or me.

Well, better-lookin',

of course, but still...

I think that was the point, Oscar.

That they were you and me.

What, how you figure that?

Doesn't matter. They're gone.

We're not.

- It's over.

- Nearly.

Huh?

They aren't gone.

What are you talkin'...

Rooms are empty.

The beds are even made.

Well, did you come in

the front or the back?

- Oscar...

- Yeah?

If they're still here...

I'll follow ya in the bus!

The grain mill, it's been

shut down for years.

Well, I was by here just

the other day with the tourists.

Well, I didn't think a thing of it.

They just stopped and looked around.

- Didn't I see binoculars

on your bus?

- Yeah.

Go get 'em.

Well?

I got to get in there,

see what they're seeing.

Christ.

Oh, Christ.

Sorry, Mr. Wilson.

Move.

No.

Stop him!

Stop him!

Don't let him get away!

Stop the man!

Faster!

Just you can't go any faster?

Come, Andar!

Hey-hey.

Stop him! Stop him

before he interferes!

Oh.

- What is it, stuck?

- Yeah.

Let me.

- What the hell?

- Broke. Oh, no.

Get outside!

Go on! Hurry!

- Tommy, help me.

- Yeah.

- Hey! Go! Everybody leave!

- Sir, could you give us

some information?

No, just leave!

Everybody... everybody leave!

Please! Get out of here!

Get away from this place!

Hillary!

Hillary!

Hillary! Hillary!

Don't inside!

Don't go inside. Don't go inside.

Don't go... inside!

They're all upstairs.

I tried to listen but...

Couldn't hear what they were saying.

I just figure

they're gonna kill us.

Door's locked.

And so, clearly, it was

the doings of Mr. Quish that...

resulted in the actual

contamination.

It was he who violated

the travel code.

And it was Quish who chose to

take lodging with bygoners?

That was his decision?

That was the result of an

unlikely set of circumstances...

- Whose decision was it?

- Mine.

The decision was mine.

Hillary?

Hillary!

- You let my daughter die.

- Ooh. Easy, boy. Easy.

Your daughter perished,

but you survived.

That much, at least,

is as it should be.

The rest of this is an

unexpected termitation.

This is not as

serious as it seems.

We've recovered the remains.

What other evidence is there?

We leave behind only

innuendo, stories.

And dead bodies.

What...

I don't believe this. You could

have done something. You just...

You just... you watched.

- Done something?

- Yeah, like warned us,

for chrissake.

I'm not going to get into this

too deeply with you, Mr. Wilson,

But seeing as how you're

already contaminated,

Listen closely and

try to understand.

We do not alter the past.

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