Timecop Page #5

- Perfect.|- It's not perfect. It's all we've got.

Don't expect to be|my chief of staff...

if slamming you|into the side of the car...

turns you into a sniveling worm.

Well, what do you know?

At random intervals, Maryland Utilities|shows spikes in demand and duration...

- that are almost identical to ours.|- Send me back.

- No, they won't let us do that.|- Stay out of it, Ricky.

Would it be too much trouble|to call me Richard?

Richard, do I have|a best friend around here?

It isn't me.|Maybe Gordon.

Gordon is a putz. I can tell you|who my best friend was...

in school, in the marines,|when I was a cop.

Gordon doesn't fit.|I'm not saying you do...

but since I'd like to see McComb take a|fall, you get the benefit of the doubt.

- Whoa! Where you goin'?|- We've got to vent the fuel shunts.

Oh, is that right? You'll have|to wait while I get authori...

Was I your only friend?

A launch is not|a one-man operation.

Yeah, I know.

If I'm off on velocity or trajectory,|you're gonna be an omelette.

- You trying to scare me?|- Yeah.

- Just hit the right year.|- I'll see ya.

I've had your wife's goulash|a hundred times; always too much salt.

Here goes the pension.

Emergency launch system|on-line warning.

Emergency launch system|on-line warning.

Manual launch|initiation alert.

Manual launch|initiation alert.

Shut it down! Now!

Telemetry on-line.|Ignition firing on-line.

- Launch now on hold for...|- Last chance!

Launch is now...

- Launch now on hold...

Damn it!

Get me the police mainframe computer.

I want all Jane Does admitted|to local hospitals on October 9.

Check if any of the Jane Does|are victims of multiple gunshot wounds.

Gotcha.

Dr. Lemon, call line one-five.

Dr. Lemon, call line one-five.

Police. Jane Doe.

Happy birthday.

Thanks.|Get me anything?

- Tell me what you want.|- I want to go home.

I already know who's gonna|win the next ten World Series.

- No problem.|- Why'd you come back?

I need you to testify|against McComb.

Mmm.|That would be my pleasure.

- It could be dangerous.|- I know that.

It's not that simple.|McComb has made some changes.

- You were never in the T.E.C.|- No, that can't be.

I had the training for six years.

- I have friends.|- I've got to move fast.

If I can find you, so can he.

What can I do?

I need proof|that you existed here.

In case I don't|make the trip, huh?

They just took some blood.

It would be in the lab.

- I'll be right back.|- Hey.

- I really screwed up.|- Yes, you did.

I want to make things right.

You may find you can make|things right for yourself.

I'll be right back.

Wheelchair to Admitting,|please. Wheelchair to Admitting.

Dr. Ryan,|report to Obstetrics.

Dr. Ryan,|report to Obstetrics.

Nurse Remington,|report to main desk.

Nurse Remington,|report to the main desk.

Melissa.

I'm gonna take you|to someplace safe.

What are you doing?

Help! Security!

Help! Security!|Somebody call security!

Help!

Security!|Call security!

Hey! Hold it!|Don't move!

Pictures bring back|your memories.

- This is for what you're going to do.|- Hey, wha...

- What the...

- Melissa... don't turn around.|- Why? What's wrong?

It's okay.

- Listen. Listen.|- Who are you?

It's me. Look.|It's Max.

Max? Max, what happened?

I can't tell you right now.|We have to go.

Trust me.

Trust me.

Come on.

Let's go.

Here! Here!

Please! Just tell me|what happened to you!

Just try to believe me.|I love you.

Trust me.

- You're not Max.|- It's me.

Ten years from now,|it's me.

- That's not possible.|- Remember:

- Matuzak, the new job, time travel.|- Time travel?

If one day I need a birdhouse built,|I know who to talk to.

- Oh, my god.|- It's me. It's Max.

- I can't believe this.|- Try.

What am I like|ten years from now?

Just like now.

Perfect.

You time traveled,|and what? Why?

Let me show you.

Today you have something|very special to tell him.

- How do you know that?|- I've just told you.

What are you here to prevent?

Changes in the past.

Why? What's gonna happen?

Later. Stay and meet with him.

Don't tell him|anything, please.

There's never enough time.

Never enough for what?

To satisfy a woman.

Then you never want|to miss an opportunity.

- Are you busy?|- I'm meeting my husband.

Senator McComb!|Sir!

That message came|from the senate operator, sir.

- It's 3:
30. You have a 4:00 with...|- Clear my schedule.

- All of it.|- Yes, sir.

Kelly, have you ever been|inside the president's limo?

No, sir.

You keep in touch.

I'll send you a photograph of it.

I have something I want to tell you.

- Oh, sh*t.|- Don't answer it.

I have to.

- Did not tell him?|- He didn't give me a chance.

You should have tried.

Are we still together|in ten years?

Yes, we're together.

- Do you have a picture?|- No, nothing recent.

- Am I dead?|- No. You're not dead.

What about tomorrow?

Everything is going|to be fine, okay?

Why can't we just get out? Why can't we|just run away from whatever it is?

It would come back|as many times as it takes.

It has to end tonight.

Hurry!|Keep him upstairs.

Whatever you do,|keep him upstairs.

Just do what I say.|Please! Go!

Max, I don't want you to go.

I'll be back soon.

L... I'm pregnant.

- Great.|- I love you.

- Surprise.|- Who the f*** are you?

Friend of the family.

Don't go down!

Upstairs.

- How did you miss him?|- He knew it was comin'.

It was a T.E.C. Cop.

Son of a b*tch|doesn't know how to die.

He'll learn tonight.

You don't kill him,|you don't go back.

Upstairs.

Max.

Oh, my god, Max.|Look out!

You have nothing soft|to land on, do you?

Go! Go!

- I'll get help!|- Go!

Say, "Ah."

Oh, sh*t.

Boy, that's gotta hurt.

Lousy night to be out.

Don't hurt her.

You were at a disadvantage|in this from the beginning.

I'm an ambitious|Harvard-educated visionary...

who deserves to be|the most powerful man in the world...

and you, you're a f***in' idiot|who never figured out...

that the only way to make anything of|all that fancy kicking is on Broadway.

Thanks for clearing that up.

The polls have me winning|by 28 points.

That's the biggest landslide|since Nixon back in '72.

I find it reassuring to know|what the future holds, don't you?

That's C-4.

It'll turn this house into dust|and also separate every part of you...

- from every other part of you.|- Let her go. You've got me.

I don't want you.|Agent Walker is too visible.

But Officer Walker, dead,|is just another D.C. Statistic.

When he's gone,|you're gone.

Get the younger one.|I want him to see this.

- He's dead.|- No, he's not, you moron.

If he were dead,|he would not be here. Get him.

Let her go!

- What do you want?|- You're a bright boy.

Why don't you sleep on it?

I did that.

It's different|than before, isn't it?

It's what happens|when you change time.

Lines of confluence,|probability scales, all that sh*t.

Put your gun|on the floor.

What were you gonna do? Shoot me?

A bomb is gonna go off any second now.|You know what happens then?

We're all gonna be dead.|I'm gonna win by default.

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