Synchronicity Page #3

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 f***ing 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 sh*t

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.

M.R.D. in place.

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.

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 f***ing 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.

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.

Oh, right.

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