Timestalkers Page #3
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- Year:
- 1987
- 100 min
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You scared me. You must have indian blood or something...
to walk so silently?
I'm looking for a man.
Hell. Everyone is looking for something.
This is not an information office.
It's very important to me.
He is my height.
Has white hair and a long white coat.
Ah, yes. I saw him.
He was here a while ago.
Killed three men.
I hope he is your friend.
- Whre did he go?
- I don't know.
He asked me about thez old rattlesnake...
- river.
- Much obliged, sir.
What's this for, dad?
Well, Sheriff...
In the old days...
when the bad men went
into the saloon to drink...
they left their children
here to dry up.
Is that true, mum?
No. This is where boys fall off...
Very good, Sheriff.
- Time for a you know what?
- Bath.
- Yes.
- Daddy, save me.
Crawford?
Crawford!
TRACKING:
Hey, lady. What's going on?
Well, I suppose that
it's time you knew.
I'm living proof that you
are not crazy,
professor Mckenzie.
I'm a human being of flesh and blood.
With one interesting feature.
I was born 600 years after you..
600 years?
I come from 2586.
2586?
I'm one of your time travellers.
One of my time travellers?
How many of you are there?
TRACE:
MAY 15 1986
Help me to understand.
In this skeptical century,
the only one that could understand.
You've discovered part of it. It was your thesis.
Yes, it was a bit naive...
- Naive?
- Good, you were a rookie.
Why are you telling me this?
Professor, I came back
in time to find you.
Because I think you can help me.
You can of course.
And so I went back.
- Back? Where to?
- To 1866.
1866?
I've been on a horse
and rode from here...
to the river.
One hundred years ago
called Old Rattlesnake.
And I was here.
You talk about it naturally,
travelling 100 years...
like someone caught in heavy traffic.
Well, I expect you to be shocked.
But I do wish you to get over it quick.
Because I need your help.
I need your mind, your books,
and all the information you can find...
about this town.
Our world in the future is not perfect.
But we haven't had a war in 80 years.
Why are you here?
To fing Joseph Cole.
And who is he?
The man in the photo.
What a foolish question.
You came back to find
the man in my photo.
You have to be dumb not to realise.
Dr. Joseph Cole, a brilliant
and ambitious man.
And very, very dangerous.
Cole is one of our greatest scientists.
He is a physicist, microbiologist.
He even has a degree...
in history, like you.
And why is he so dangerous?
In a world of peace?
See, it's a fine and fragile situation.
An irresponsible scientist can
put everything in danger.
So, in my world,
our scientists are monitored...
and controlled.
And the creator of this
control is my father...
Matthew Crawford.
He works in Washington.
and Cole worked with him...
and for him. Together they
made the greatest discovery...
since the splitting of the atom.
That's when it all started.
Listen to me.
Cole, this equipment does
not belong to us.
All our research belongs
to the Federation.
We've reinvented the wheel.
Makes you feel proud.
Crawford, proud nothing.
I'm proud of the possession.
Possession is an antiquated conceit.
Not for me!
I have poured my blood into this.
And now I hold it...
in the palm of my hand.
Time!
We can return to the past and...
change things as we please.
Joseph, as your friend and
colleague I'll pretend...
I did not hear this.
Well I say again.
You're my partner.
Do not tell me what to do.
Have you finished.
I don't know, don't know
what's happened to me.
I'm sorry.
Fifteen years on a project...
and now can go no further.
Maybe one day they
will allow us to use it.
Not while I have control of the lab.
It has been so for years,
Cole, you know.
Since your father was here.
Yes, and his father and his
father's father and his father.
I know. I work for you.
You're not considering a change?
Don't worry.
Nothing has changed.
Congratulations, Doctor.
We should have known.
To be careful.
Cole was not a man to surrender easily.
Yes, Mike.
We just got a call
from District 5, Sir.
Two blocks from the
residence of Dr. Cole.
What happened?
Power overload readings
from that residence, sir.
And it appears that the
time crystal is missing.
- You're certain of that?
- Yes, sir.
The investigate immediately.
Mike. Cole is authorised to
collect antique weapons.
Be careful.
And don't go alone.
Yes, sir.
You stole the time crystal.
And these clothes.
Turn around.
Sergent.
And that was all.
Cole escaped in time.
Literally, to 1886.
And why did you come to me?
Your thesis. The one you tried
to deliver to your class.
- No?
- Yes.
It still exists.
600 years after
Saved by laser.
You're not kidding me?
No way.
A dozen pages of argument about...
the possibility that a man
was photographed...
carrying a Magnum in 1886.
- Wow!
- It was a very good lead.
Why you and not the cops?
Strips?
Police, detectives,
investigators.
My father made a new time machine.
We were the only ones
who knew how to use it.
It was top secret and training
someone else was impossible.
So I came.
Why did Cole come back to 1886?
Right. Why?
To change history
That was what I feared.
Hey Tex. We haven't had a western
movie here in a long time...
so I would take off the Wyatt Earp coat.
Heading for the next
village, mister?
Village? What the hell, hop in.
Do you know where I can find a vehicle...
with two seats over here ?
There are many vehicles
like this, friend.
The one I'm looking for
is black and white.
The insignia says...
Insignia? You mean the licence plate?
Yes, the plate.
Thge plate says:
FSTDRAW:
Yes, sure.
I know this car.
It is very difficult to fix.
It belongs to that crazy professor
at the University.
On central.
- Central?
- Yes, central.
Thanks for the lift mister.
We have to assume that
Cole was at Crossfire...
for a reason. What he has planned...
must have something
to do with Crossfire.
That's it.
So why not go back to make sure...
I'm sure.
And that was in July 1886.
The date of of the photo.
Not chosen by chance.
He was prepared and was
dressed appropriately...
Also the blacksmith confirmed
that he was in the photo.
So?
There are many days.
Yes, I could go back...
and sit there and wait first...
until July 31.
And what happens...
If I'm not at the appropriate
time and place?
I must discover the right
date or he'll escape.
I have a friend who
could help us.
Texas John Cody.
What he does not know is
'cause it never happened.
Hey, mister.
Why not move your vehicle and
avoid me giving you a ticket?
Of course, I'm sorry.
Could you tell me how
to get to the University?
Go down about two stop-lights, take the first left.
After the second lights,
turn right.
After half a mile down
the road, can't miss it.
Well, now comes the good part.
What do you think of this, missy?
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