Timecop Page #4

Mine's still in Colorado.

When my dad started|reading about time travel...

he said it was a bigger threat|to the world than the nuclear bomb.

He's right.

That's why I joined the agency.

The world should be able to party|on Saturday night...

and not worry whether the planet's|going to be here on Monday.

- You sound like a woman I knew.|- Someone remarkable, I hope.

- Yeah.

Someone you knew, huh?|So, where is she?

She was killed.

Sorry.

You must've thought|about going back and changing that.

We're here.

Huh.

I thought it was|just Parker Datalink.

Take the back|and wait for my call.

Keep your head down.|Tomorrow's your birthday.

- I have a problem.|- You do?

Yes. Let me tell you|what my problem is.

This isn't working.|I can't keep paying for this.

- Hey, it doesn't matter to me.|- Oh, but it should, Jack.

You're taking the goddamn company|into bankruptcy.

We have a difference of opinion.

The chip is the future of this company.

- Since you don't agree, walk away.|- This isn't the first time|we've had this conversation.

Come up with money|and I'm out of here.

You know I can't afford it...

but I've found an enterprising|banker with faith in the future.

Take it.

You're out.|You've got no faith in the company...

and I've got none in politicians.

If I were you,|I wouldn't cash that check.

It's gonna cost you|more than you'll ever know.

Hey, Jack, it's been a while.

- What is this?|- It's me.

Well, it's, it's him.

No, it's us.

W-W-Where did you come from?

- Are you his father?|- Do I look that old?

I'm a United States senator.|Hurting me is a federal offense.

- I don't know about Jack's business.|- Will you stop it?

J-Just stop it.|Get a grip.

I remember having bigger balls.

I'm gonna have to get|this fixed. Right...

Don't touch me.

Same matter can't occupy|the same space.

Same matter?

So, you got|a special N.S.A. Briefing coming up.

Secret session.

That's not for another week.

Time travel, someone says,|gets a big laugh.

Oh, Christ, you're me.

How far back have you come?

Never interrupt me|when I'm talking to myself.

- We're gonna take them.|- What's the signal?

You were a visionary.|The computer market was saturated.

The software stocks|were in the toilet...

and your f***in' coldware|revolutionizes the industry.

I made a mistake.

- I came to tell you I changed my mind.|- Now.

Freeze!

Do you realize how inappropriate|that word is? Do I look frozen to you?

You look like sh*t to me.|Get away from him!

Move!

Drop the guns, now.

Under your jacket there's|a track-and-return module.

Throw it to me.

You, uh, gonna|leave me back here?

Do it.

Agent Walker, I wanna see how you get|down here and keep the gun on us.

What are you gonna do?|You gonna jump?

That's how the Vollmers|would do it.

Move back.

Give me the envelope.

Thank you.

The country's going down the drain|because of the special interests.

We need someone rich in the White House|who doesn't have to listen to anybody.

- What's that?|- The senator was having a fund-raiser.

When I'm in office,|it's gonna be like the '80s.

Top 10% will get richer, the rest can|emigrate to Mexico, live a better life.

So, you goin' or stayin'?

I think you plan too far ahead.

Obviously, you don't.

Anything else you want|to tell me about yourself?

Don't tell anyone I killed ya.|I'm out on bail.

Okay, let's finish up|and get out of here.

He's running for president.|I'm voting early.

Good seeing you again, Jack.

Maybe he'll calm down|after the election.

What's the big deal?

Point it, pull the trigger...

and, boom, somebody dies.

Get up there!|Get the module!

F***in' great!|Will you get him?

Goddamn it.

Oh!

Aaron!

Come here.

You own the company,|do you understand?

The chip is going to be worth billions,|my billions.

Now, read this.|Whoa, whoa! Whoa!

You just read it|and do what it says.

Now, you get out of here.

Oh. And will you do me a favor?

Will you lay off|the f***in' candy bars?

Have a nice day.

- I should've said, "Freeze."|- I think he got the idea.

Do me a favor.|Don't give up without a fight.

Never crossed my mind.

I don't want|to fight a woman.

Then don't.

Changed my mind.

Tell me he's gonna|kill your family.

- Don't you leave me, damn it!|- Who are you talking to?

Stay here, Walker.

In my future, you're dead.

Look at this!

Let's get a canine unit|up there.

- What the hell's going on here?|- You're lucky you got back.

They're gettin' ready|to tear up these tracks.

- McComb?|- Who else?

- He hasn't got the power.|- Are you kiddin'?

He's ahead in the polls. He's probably|out buying running shoes for his team.

Senate committee caved in. They want|to be on the good side of the new boss.

What's the matter?|It's been headed this way for months.

When I left,|nothing had happened.

Hey, Walker, when they tear up the|launcher, you get the pod as a memento.

He's changed the future.

What are you talking about?

McComb.|He's buying the presidency.

What's new?|It's been done before.

- The guy is a killer.|- Doesn't surprise me.

- He killed my agency.|- He shot two people.

- Who?|- Who? A guy named Parker and Fielding.

- Do I know them?|- Fielding was with me.

- You sent her.|- I don't like this guy one bit...

but just who can I sell this story to|without 50 eyewitnesses?

- How about one?|- You don't count.

There's a chance she's still alive.

- Who?|- Fielding. The cops were there.

I'm gonna be looking|for a new government job.

I don't think it will|help my chances...

if I'm the guy that tried to put|our next president in jail.

- You think I'm making this up?|- Forget it! You're not going back!

If she's alive, we've got him.

You understand that?|We've got the guy.

We're shut down.|Take a look around. We're history.

Wait, I'm gonna|show you something.

You come with me.

Those files are supposed to be sealed.|I don't know why I'm doing this.

You say you were my best friend?

- For a long time.|- I liked you?

- Oh, yeah.|- What are you looking for?

Fielding's friends or family;|anyone she would go to in 1994.

- Who was she?|- I.A., but she had a deal with McComb.

He's got to go back|to be sure she's dead.

Since you say|we were close friends...

I'm gonna ask you a question|the prison psychiatrist will ask you.

How's our leading|presidential candidate...

making these expeditions into the past|without our equipment, old pal?

The prototype was never dismantled.

Kleindast's.|It's in Calverton, Maryland.

Short drive from Washington.

We have no authority|to get in there.

What about Ricky?

If you were my best friend,|you wouldn't do this to me.

I would have had him killed|right here, but if he's back...

he's already told the story to Matuzak.|God knows who else.

They won't get it, but they'll sure|give it thought if he comes up dead.

- Right.|- He'll have to be erased.

Erased.

Have him killed|before he joined T.E.C.

That way nobody in the Agency|ever talked to him or even knew him.

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