Sliders s02e03 Episode Script
Gillian of the Spirits
Guys, I can't go anotherfoot! Come on, Miss WeIIs, not underthe tree! AII right, Mr.
Brown, go ahead.
You're next.
Now you go ahead? Go! Go! AII right, here we go! Oh-hh! WeII, it ain't Tahiti, but it sure beats 40 days and 40 nights of God's vengeance on the wicked.
Did anyone feeI thatjolt as we entered the vortex? Yeah, I thought one of you guys kicked me in the butt.
Guys, where's Quinn? - Professor: He was right behind me.
- Guys, I'm over here.
- Quinn? - Q-BaII? Quinn: Wade, Rembrandt! Over here.
- Professor: Mr.
Mallory? - Do you think he couId've missed the sIide? - Professor: Quinn? - Rembrandt: Come on, man.
This ain't funny.
- Quinn, over here! - Quinn? Professor: Mr.
Mallory! I'm right here! I'm right here.
what are you, deaf?.
Rembrandt: Doggone it, where are you, man? Quinn? Wade? Mr.
Mallory! Rembrandt: l don't see him over here! Quinn?! Come on, Mr.
Mallory! Oh, my God.
Quinn: what if you could travel to parallel worlds? The same year, the same Earth, only different dimensions? A world where the Russians rule America? Or where your dreams of being a superstar came true? Or where San Francisco was a maximum security prison? My friends and l found the gateway.
Now the problem is finding a way back home.
( theme music plays ) - Rembrandt: Hey, Q-Ball! - Wade: Quinn? Quinn? Hey, Q-BaII? Wade, don't you hear me?! Professor: Mr.
Mallory? Come on, boy! Any sign of him? No.
- You guys don't hear me? - Wade: I'm reaIIy starting to get worried.
I don't beIieve this.
Professor: Let's not overreact.
He's probabIy Ianded somewhere eIse in the city-- it's happened before.
what if he didn't? Whoa-- what are you saying? what if he got stranded back there in that miserabIe pIace? - Don't panic, now.
- I am not panicking! Look, he's Ianded somewhere eIse.
He'II rendezvous with us, probabIy at the Dominion HoteI.
I don't know, Professor.
I mean, I'm starting to get a weird vibe about this whoIe thing.
Wade: How long are we on this world? that's odd.
what's the troubIe now? The timer's not working.
Let me see.
It Iooks Iike it's been scorched.
Yes there's been a short-circuit.
The Iightning couId have created an eIectricaI surge big enough to burn the whoIe thing out.
And make me invisibIe? This is unbeIievabIe! First Quinn and now this! Miss WeIIs, we're aII concerned about Quinn, but right now without the timer, we have no idea when we're to depart this worId.
Repairing this is the first priority.
Whoa-- what if we can't repair it before it's time to Ieave? Then we may Iose the window of opportunity, and for aII of us-- wherever we are now is the end of the road.
Great.
Man: Oh, it'sjust delicious.
Try it.
Rembrandt: WeII, I know this isn't home.
No.
It's more mid-'50s than Iate '90s.
GirI: Excuse me, mister.
Can I see your horse? Excuse me.
Sirs, hi.
HeIIo, sir-- excuse me, miss? Ma'am--? You in the green hat! Mr.
Postman, heIIo? Morning, MeI.
How are you? Hi.
Can you guys see me? HeIIo? HeIIo--? Professor remind me what a vacuum tube is? Attendant: Your oil's fine, ma'am.
anything else? It's one of the technoIogies that existed before transistors.
Right.
I think we shouId find a pay phone and caII the hoteI in case Quinn's trying to reach us.
Good idea.
Excuse me, Officer, couId you teII us the way to the nearest pubIic teIephone? It's two bIocks down on Geary.
Thank you, sir.
- ( horse whinnies ) - Easy, Jesse.
Easy now.
Hey, what're you, bIind?! Maybe we shouId grab a taxi and go to the hoteI.
It's nearIy rush hour.
We probabIy wouIdn't get a taxi.
Whoa, hoId up there.
Hey, I said stop.
what's that on your wrist? I beg your pardon? Turn around, face the street, put your hands above your head.
- ( whinnies ) - Look, aII we asked for was a pay phone.
what's the matter, man? I've never seen anything Iike this.
lt's got numbers and no second hand.
Where did you get this thing? It certainIy isn't stoIen! You're under arrest forthe possession of iIIegaI materiaI.
Get out of here! Get! Professor: what are you talking about? ArticIe 41 7-- vioIation of the anti-technoIogy statutes.
Turn around and pIace your hands behind your back.
- This is bad.
- AII of you.
- ( horse whinnies ) - Quinn: Get out of here! - Go! Go! - Your horse! Oh, Jesse! Jesse! Jesse, where you going? Jeez! Run, guys! Wade: Come on, guys! Let's go! Signature and out-of-state address on the Iine, pIease.
what kind of worId is it that wouId arrest you for wearing a watch? Have there been any messages for us? Any messages forthese nice foIks? No.
Professor: Something's strange about this telephone book.
what's that? It goes from ''EIectric'' to ''EIevator'' with nothing on ''EIectronics'' at aII.
It's the same with ''TV''-- no TV repair shops, TV suppIiers, TV stations.
Antique cars, oId fashioned switchboards, no TV--this is aII weird.
( Iaughs ) what's so funny? Oh, life, Mr.
Brown.
Here we are stuck in a worId that's in the technoIogicaI Stone Age, with a timerthat's broken that comes from the space age.
what are we going to do? This is no damn joke! We'IIjust pop out and find a computer store, shaII we? One moment.
Excuse me, my friend.
Can you direct me to the nearest computer store? - I want a digitaI readout-- - Shh-- keep your voice down! The Bureau of Anti-TechnoIogy wouId have my innkeeper's Iicense.
Suite 304, down the haII.
You've got to figure something out, guys.
Getting out of here might be my onIy chance.
There's got to be some peopIe here who are into technoIogy.
There's a whoIe poIice force arresting foIks for possession of it.
ExceIIent deductive reasoning, Mr.
Brown.
Thank you, sir.
Now the question is how do we get in contact with peopIe, who for reasons of their own survivaI are compeIIed to hide? And who do we even trust ortaIk to? Professor: You're sure this was a good ldea? Rembrandt: lfthere's one thing l've learned overthe years, there are only two people you can trust with a secret.
that's a lawyer and a priest, and a priest doesn't charge you anything.
I'm going to say a prayerfor Quinn.
I didn't want to say anything to upset her, but between you and me, I have an awfuI feeIing he's stuck back on Rain WorId.
( organ music plays ) You can see me.
You can, can't you? Go away! GiIIian, what is it? It's not the voices again, is it? I-I just need some air.
Wait, you've got to heIp me.
Leave me aIone! - Leave me alone.
- Quinn: Wait a minute! Go away! GiIIian: Leave me aIone! Quinn: Come back! - Come back! - Go! Stop! Come back! Wait! Wait a minute.
Just expIain this! Leave me aIone! My mother wiII freak if she thinks I'm taIking to ghosts again.
Stop.
Stop.
I'm not a ghost! I'm flesh and bIood! I've faIIen into some kind of astraI pIane.
You've got to heIp me.
Notjust me, but my friends, too.
If they know I'm okay, it won't be so hard forthem.
You've got to get a message to them for me.
Right-- ''I just happened to be taIking to a friend of yours on the astral pIane.
'' You couId hand them a note.
They'd have to beIieve you.
Nobody even knows we're here.
PIease.
Then wiII you Ieave me aIone? I promise.
Do it, and you'II never hearfrom me again.
It's amazing.
They're treating him Iike he's some rock star.
Woman: Thank you, Father.
The absoIution of sins is cIearIy big business on this worId.
Excuse me.
Excuse me, Father.
Woman: I was here first.
From a friend.
Thank you! Rembrandt: what is it? what's in it? ''The Iightning bolt altered my sIide.
I'm aIive and with you now, trapped on the astraI pIane.
I'm hoping we can re-unite once we sIide out of here.
Quinn.
'' Quinn?! Q-BaII's here?! Rembrandt, no! He's here, Professor! He's aIive! ''Astral plane''? Young Iady, pIease.
PIease.
Now you must teII me how you got that note.
See? They don't beIieve me.
I can't heIp you.
No! You gave me your word.
.
You're completely unfair! He wants me to remind you of the time that you and he were necking in some basement, but then you came in.
No? He says, you waIked in.
Hmmm.
How's that? GiIIian? If I'm going to drop you at the coffee shop, we ought to Ieave now.
I wasjust coming, Mom.
Wade: Explain that away, Professor.
AII right, if we assume an infinite number of universes, then we have to assume an infinite number of sIiders.
that romantic interIude couId've been re-enacted here on this worId, by your doubIes.
WeII, I beIieve he's here.
Quinn? Quinn, where are you? Miss WeIIs, if he is on the astraI pIane, it's a IittIe futiIe engaging him in conversation.
Keep taIking, Wade.
It makes me feeI better.
Look, what is this ''astraI pIane''? In theosophy, it's thought to be the next IeveI above the tangibIe worId-- kind of Iike another dimension.
Okay, now if this Iightning surge-- if it carried him there, wouIdn't our sIiding out of here bring him back? It might be my onIy chance, Rembrandt.
that's as it may be, but right now, mending this is the most important priority.
Without this, we're aII stuck here.
And there.
May I, Professor?.
I'II go see what I can find out.
Excuse me, Father.
I wonder if I couId have a word with you in private, if it's possibIe? CertainIy.
I know what I've toId you is hard to beIieve but as God is my witness, it is the truth.
TraveI between dimensions? Most of my brethren wouId see the mere hypothesis as bIasphemy, and my simpIy induIging this story no betterthan commerce with the deviI.
( sighs ) PIease, can you heIp us? I know this man through my work at the state prison.
He's free now, and despite my warnings, has returned to dabbIing in the forbidden sciences.
Why is this worId so terrified of technoIogy? You've heard of Hiroshima? Yes.
When its horrors were carefuIIy studied, peopIe concIuded that technoIogy wouId onIy hasten the ApocaIypse.
TechnoIogy was seen as the deviI's own handiwork and so it was banned.
But everything here doesn't Iook Iike 1940s technoIogy.
There have been some improvements, but it's been very sIow going.
Father, this friend of yours, can he be trusted to keep our confidence? I beIieve so.
StiII, these are dangerous times.
This is his address.
His name is MichaeI.
But be carefuI-- the Bureau of Anti-TechnoIogy is quite good at its work.
If they can catch you, I'm not sure even God can heIp you.
( '50s rock music plays ) This is it.
I sure hope you're stiII with us, Q-BaII.
I'm stiII with you, Rembrandt.
Yeah? Oh, my God.
Dad? You're Quinn MaIIory's father, aren't you? My son is dead.
Mr.
MaIIory Father Jerry sent us.
MichaeI: what is so unbelievable is that my Quinn was full oftheories about inter-dimensional travel.
I can't say I encouraged him.
OurtechnoIogy is so simpIe and what he was taIking about was unsupportabIe.
It stiII is.
Mr.
MaIIory, on our worId, your son was a most accompIished inventor.
And he's weII? He's healthy? I'm fine, Dad.
But I miss you.
Uh, he's fine.
He wanted to be with us, but he was busy inventing, you know Mr.
MaIIory, how did your son die? The poIio.
PoIio? It's epidemic.
KiIIs hundreds of thousands a year.
Professor: And because of an irrational fear of science, a preventabIe disease is aIIowed to run rampant? what? You don't have the poIio in your worId? They deveIoped a vaccine ages ago.
( sighs ) I, and others Iike me, have tried to make them see that technoIogy is onIy as dangerous as the peopIe who controI it.
We continue to Iobby the Congress but this country is so fearfuI of the unknown.
Mr.
MaIIory, unIess we repairthis timer soon, none of us wiII ever see our homes again.
WiII you heIp us? I spent five years in jaiI for having things like this.
I don't know if they're any use to you, but you're weIcome to try.
AII right, this bit's done now the tour de force.
The oId microchip out and substitute the new microchip from my wristwatch.
Very cIever, Professor.
( sighs ) Right, now.
Let's have a IittIe test here.
This goes in that way, and tsk-- nothing! It's okay, Professor.
We're aImost there.
what? You and Q-BaII? ( laughs ) You and Q-Ball! Look, it seemed Iike the worId was coming to an end.
We had to confront how we felt-- we taIked, and we kissed.
No big deaI.
Uh-huh.
Damn it, Quinn, why did you have to kiss and teII? Professor: All right.
All ready for liftoffthis time.
No! No! No, Professor-- the poIarities are stiII reversed.
Ow! Damn! Damn, how am I expected to work Iike this?! I'm a theoreticaI physicist! I work with universes, not piddIing IittIe stuff Iike this! You can't stop now, Professor, it's right in front of you! ( sighs ) l've overlooked something.
It's probabIy eIementary.
Now Iet me think.
what's taking so Iong? AII those voices in your head distracting you? $2.
50, pIease.
Keep the change.
You might need it fortherapy.
( rings ) ( gasps ) I knew it! I knew that you'd break your promise! GiIIian, I don't know where eIse to turn.
l don't care.
lt's not my problem.
No, I can't-- I can't do this again.
I can't do it for you.
I can't do it for anybody.
Look, find someone else to talk to yourfriends.
l can't.
what are you so afraid of?.
! They aImost had me committed, okay? She's doing it again.
GiIIian: You don't know what they put me through No.
Look at her.
SeriousIy.
Okay? It was reaIIy hard on my mom.
( Iaughter ) GiIIian, you want to expIain this? WeII, someone must have reached into the register when I wasn't Iooking.
There was close to a hundred dollars in here.
lt's coming out of your pay.
$100? Mrs.
Henry, that's not fair.
With what l make, that'll take six months to pay back.
l'm sorry,, Gillian.
l don't know what else l can do.
This cash register is your responsibllity.
Quinn: Hey! GiIIian, it's in here.
I think that I know what happened, Mrs.
Henry.
Open your purse.
Get Iost, ''psycho.
'' Hey! that's my Mom's, you can ask her.
Yes, I'II do that.
Why don't you come to my office whiIe I make the caII? Mrs.
Henry can you get someone eIse to watch the counter?.
I have to run an errand.
Come on.
Professor: Give me something to Ieverthis.
Thank you.
I wouId give my eye-teeth for a Iong-nosed eIectricaI pIiers.
( yeIIs ) that is not an eIectricaI pIiers! that is a pIumber's wrench! How the heII am I expected to rescue this boy with-- with equipment Iike this?! Look, nobody's bIaming you, Professor.
( whispers ) I wish Q-BaII were here.
Yeah.
Me, too.
what's that supposed to mean, eh? The Professor's not up to his student's standards? No, sir.
that's not what I mean.
what did you mean? WeII, damn it! I'm going out for-- some fresh air! WeII-- what have we here? - Wade: Who are you? - Bureau of Anti-TechnoIogy.
Sir, I reaIize there must be some smaII vioIation here, but this is of no use to you whatsoever.
Ow! WeII, once it's melted down, it won't be of use to anyone.
Look, these peopIe are innocent bystanders.
I'm responsibIe forthis.
Now, pIease, don't punish them for my mistakes.
Easy does it! Oh my God, it's Anti-Tech.
Quinn: They've got my father and the timer.
I'm going inside.
what am I supposed to do? Are you taIking to me? Wait here.
Wait! I don't have enough money to hoId the cab.
Hey, are you taIking to me? WeII, then Iet him go.
I'II be back as soon as I can.
You must be taIking to me because there's nobody eIse here.
Man #1: Any ldea what it does? Man #2: I can't even teII you what it's made of.
I don't need to remind you of the importance of this discovery.
Any breakthrough wiII give us a huge Ieg up when Congress repeaIs the prohibitions.
Wejust need four more votes to pass My God-- aII this technoIogy.
and we can finaIIy get to crank out this stuff.
You mean, assuming they push it through.
I'II get it pushed through.
If not, I'II fire every Iobbyist on the payroII.
Rick, when Hobart gets in tomorrow morning, I want him to make this his number one priority.
Oh, MaIIory ( Iaughing ) Nice work.
Now, what's the situation with those peopIe? BasicaIIy, there's a Iot more where that came from.
They teII me the base of the device is made with some kind of pIastic-- a variation of a petroIeum-based poIymer.
Dad--! Man #1: Any ldea where it came from? Some cockamamie nonsense about ''shadow Earths.
'' Anyway, they may be crackpots, but they seem more than eager to spiII their guts.
We need to start taking steps to protect against patent infringement cIaims Iike that.
Don't worry, once we get everything from them that we need, we'II eIiminate them.
End of story.
( chuckIes ) Rembrandt: This is it, huh? This is where we spend the rest of our Iives? I'm afraid so.
Maybe one day I'II be abIe to rebuiId the timer, but not with this piIe of prehistoricjunk! ( knocking ) GiIIian.
Hi.
Quinn's with me.
He wants to teII you something.
Is he okay? Yeah, he's fine, except he can be a IittIe pushy.
I tend to get that way in Iife-and-death situations.
Where exactIy is he? Right here, Rembrandt.
that chiII you just felt-- Quinn touched you.
Wow! OId peopIe used to say that that was someone stepping on your grave.
Quinn, they've confiscated the timer.
I know.
He knows.
TeII them.
He's asked me to teII you his father knows the two men who took it.
It's a scam.
It's a scam.
They work for-- Bayside Power and EIectric.
- Bayside Power and EIectric.
- what?! TeII them about my father.
His father's going to miIk you for as much information as he can And then kiII them.
then they pIan to kiII you.
Quinn: Tell them where the timer is.
The timer's in some secret research Iab at the power pIant nearthe Embarcadero Center.
Nearthe Embarcadero Center.
TeII them about the technoIogy.
Okay, I know! Quinn says they've got aII sorts of modern technoIogy hidden.
I you can get in, you might find what you need.
How does he suggest we do that, hm? Hey, my boy? Transform ourseIves into a crack commando unit and raid the power company? Ask him if he's got a better idea.
Rembrandt: what's taking so long? Professor: Making this type of device does take a IittIe time, Mr.
Brown.
Well, time is what we're going to be doing if we get caught, so hurry, up! AII right, Mr.
Brown.
If you wedge this in overthere, make sure the beam hits exactIy there.
Now, what exactIy does this do, Professor?.
WeII, this is a simpIe photovoltaic ceII.
l'm using it as a switch into the fire alarm system.
When the beam gets broken, the aIarm wiII come on.
( chuckles ) AII right.
that'II do.
Okay.
( chuckIes ) I figure this shouId give them a certain measure of confusion.
And in that confusion, we wiII go into the buiIding.
AII courtesy of Mike MaIIory.
Not bad.
Yes.
ShaII we see if it works? ( bell rings ) ( Iaughing ) ( siren wails ) Is this a faIse aIarm again, or what? Guard #2: l don't know.
( muttering ) Come on, Professor.
Let's go.
PIay it cooI.
CooI it shaII be, Mr.
Brown.
It's Iocked! Hmm.
I Iove a weII-made barreI Iock, Mr.
Brown.
AII those sensitive tumbIers awaiting the intimate caress of a precision-made key.
You can pick it? In a manner of speaking.
Good man.
Professor: Great heavens above! Damn, it's in pieces.
Rembrandt: Think you can put it back together? I don't know.
Come on, Professor, Iet's get moving.
Mr.
Brown, there is no point in going unIess we get what we came for.
Man, somebody's coming! Let's go! Come on! ( siren continues ) Guard: Damn! Hey, feIIas, we got a break-in! Hurry, Mr.
Brown! Quinn what's going to happen if they can't get the timer back? Then we're aII stuck here forever.
Are you scared? A IittIe.
WeII, if that happens, I just want you to know that if you need me, I'II be around, so you can taIk to yourfriends.
Thanks.
You're reaIIy Iucky, you know? Lucky? WeII, I know being stuck on an astraI pIane isn't aII that great, but at Ieast you have friends who care about you.
I mean, take that from someone that has no friends.
I can't beIieve that.
BeIieve it.
Nobody wants to hang around with a weirdo.
that's why I tried to ignore you.
I didn't want peopIe making fun of me again.
GiIIian, those peopIe, they onIy do that because they'rejust afraid of what they don't understand.
I know, but it stiII hurts.
You have a gift.
CaII it ESP, caII it some kind of heightened perception-- it's a miracle.
And I don't think whoever or whatever gave you that gift wouId ever want you to throw it away.
You're amazing.
Rememberthat.
Thanks.
Life is so weird, you know? I mean, you're the first reaI friend that I've had, and I can't even hug you.
Where are they? They shouId've been back by now.
I shouId've been home an hour ago, you know.
Maybe I shouId caII my mom again.
You aIready caIIed once.
Another excuse is going to raise suspicions.
We got it! This is great! CongratuIations are a IittIe premature, Miss WeIIs.
There are onIy two pIaces that we know of on this pIanet where we can find the necessary bits and pieces to fix this.
And we cannot go back to the power station.
what are you saying? We have to go back to Mike MaIIory's? OnIy if you wish to sIide again.
GiIIian? Oh, no, Wade, it's okay.
I want to heIp.
It might be dangerous.
WeII, for you, too.
Rembrandt: Okay then, let's do it.
M.
C.
: Our next contestant is Miss Oregon.
A student at Beaver College, she's studying veterinary medicine.
Folks, l wish you could see her.
A curvaceous Oregonian fills out herturquoise swimsuit with an eye-catching I'II ring five.
Oh, to be a sick puppy at the hands ofthis Rembrandt: The beauty pageant's on the radio.
GiIIian.
Mom? Mrs.
MitcheII? So you are the mother of this truIy remarkabIe young Iady.
I am Professor MaximiIIian Arturo and your daughter is assisting us-- in an extremeIy important research project.
GiIIian, get in the car.
No.
Do as yourtoId! A man is trapped in the astraI pIane and I'm the onIy one that can heIp him! This is insane! But it's true! I'm not crazy! And if you Iove me, then you'II give me a chance to prove it.
Professor: Madam, l beg you-- this truIy is a matter of Iife or death.
Let mejust show you what I can do.
Mom, pIease? Professor: The house is empty.
There's no teIIing when he'II be back.
Quick, Mr.
Brown, you do the honors.
AII right.
Mr.
MaIIory, wiII you kindIy teII this young Iady what it is exactIy you want me to do? I couId forgive this nonsense coming from young peopIe, but you shouId know better.
Madam, I know it sounds fantastic, but somehow nature has given your daughterthe abiIity to see and hear a being on another dimension.
Now, watch and Iearn.
He says that you need to reverse the poIarities on the spectrometer, The microchip's not the problem.
Easier said than done.
l don't have anything fine enough to do it.
Does anyone have a toothpick or-- a paper cIip? Hmmm? Hmmm? that wouId be ironic, wouIdn't it? ''For want of a shoe, the war was Iost.
'' Hmmm? WouId my brooch pin do? Madame, that wouId do perfectIy.
Thank you.
Right.
what eIse? He says, ''Cross yourfingers.
'' AII right.
( beeping ) - Ah! - Yes! Rembrandt: You're beautiful, man! You're beautiful! Thank you, man, thank you.
and counting! Nobody's going anywhere.
Give it here, sir.
I cannot beIieve that a man who wouId bring up a boy Iike Quinn couId do this.
I have no choice.
I owe my freedom to Bayside Power.
They got me out ofjaiI earIy.
Come with us, MaIIory! A man shouIdn't Iive unappreciated in this worId.
Let me show you how technoIogy can change things.
This is a trick! Shut it off! I can't.
that gateway wiII remain open for 60 seconds, then it wiII shut by itself.
- I said, shut it off! - Dad, no! Stop! Quinn?! Professor: Good heavens! He's being illuminated by energy from the vortex! Let them go.
Put the gun down.
This is an iIIusion! My son is dead! I am not the Quinn you knew, but I am your son-- and I don't beIieve you'd hurt innocent peopIe.
Come on, Q-BaII, Iet's go.
I can't, Rembrandt.
The vortex isn't active on the astraI pIane.
You've got to go without me.
Professor: He's right.
Go.
I Iove you, man.
I Iove you too, ''Crying Man.
'' Mr.
MaIIory, we wiII find a worId where there's technoIogy and I promise I wiII come Iooking for you.
Goodbye, my boy.
This is the hardest thing that I've ever done.
Thank you, Professor.
I'm not going to Ieave you.
This is no time to be nobIe, Wade.
There's nothing you can do for me here.
The next sIide might take you home.
Go, before it's too Iate.
Go! Go! Damn you.
Is he stiII here? Quinn? Quinn? The vortex! It's passing through the astraI pIane! I can sIide! Thank you.
TeII him I'II aIways Iove him.
( portal closes ) ( thumplng, rustling ) Q-BaII?! Quinn? ( sighs ) Professor: Welcome back, Mr.
Mallory! So, you think we're home? Quinn: l don't think so, Rembrandt.
I'm pretty sure on our Earth, the maiImen wear cIothes.
Brown, go ahead.
You're next.
Now you go ahead? Go! Go! AII right, here we go! Oh-hh! WeII, it ain't Tahiti, but it sure beats 40 days and 40 nights of God's vengeance on the wicked.
Did anyone feeI thatjolt as we entered the vortex? Yeah, I thought one of you guys kicked me in the butt.
Guys, where's Quinn? - Professor: He was right behind me.
- Guys, I'm over here.
- Quinn? - Q-BaII? Quinn: Wade, Rembrandt! Over here.
- Professor: Mr.
Mallory? - Do you think he couId've missed the sIide? - Professor: Quinn? - Rembrandt: Come on, man.
This ain't funny.
- Quinn, over here! - Quinn? Professor: Mr.
Mallory! I'm right here! I'm right here.
what are you, deaf?.
Rembrandt: Doggone it, where are you, man? Quinn? Wade? Mr.
Mallory! Rembrandt: l don't see him over here! Quinn?! Come on, Mr.
Mallory! Oh, my God.
Quinn: what if you could travel to parallel worlds? The same year, the same Earth, only different dimensions? A world where the Russians rule America? Or where your dreams of being a superstar came true? Or where San Francisco was a maximum security prison? My friends and l found the gateway.
Now the problem is finding a way back home.
( theme music plays ) - Rembrandt: Hey, Q-Ball! - Wade: Quinn? Quinn? Hey, Q-BaII? Wade, don't you hear me?! Professor: Mr.
Mallory? Come on, boy! Any sign of him? No.
- You guys don't hear me? - Wade: I'm reaIIy starting to get worried.
I don't beIieve this.
Professor: Let's not overreact.
He's probabIy Ianded somewhere eIse in the city-- it's happened before.
what if he didn't? Whoa-- what are you saying? what if he got stranded back there in that miserabIe pIace? - Don't panic, now.
- I am not panicking! Look, he's Ianded somewhere eIse.
He'II rendezvous with us, probabIy at the Dominion HoteI.
I don't know, Professor.
I mean, I'm starting to get a weird vibe about this whoIe thing.
Wade: How long are we on this world? that's odd.
what's the troubIe now? The timer's not working.
Let me see.
It Iooks Iike it's been scorched.
Yes there's been a short-circuit.
The Iightning couId have created an eIectricaI surge big enough to burn the whoIe thing out.
And make me invisibIe? This is unbeIievabIe! First Quinn and now this! Miss WeIIs, we're aII concerned about Quinn, but right now without the timer, we have no idea when we're to depart this worId.
Repairing this is the first priority.
Whoa-- what if we can't repair it before it's time to Ieave? Then we may Iose the window of opportunity, and for aII of us-- wherever we are now is the end of the road.
Great.
Man: Oh, it'sjust delicious.
Try it.
Rembrandt: WeII, I know this isn't home.
No.
It's more mid-'50s than Iate '90s.
GirI: Excuse me, mister.
Can I see your horse? Excuse me.
Sirs, hi.
HeIIo, sir-- excuse me, miss? Ma'am--? You in the green hat! Mr.
Postman, heIIo? Morning, MeI.
How are you? Hi.
Can you guys see me? HeIIo? HeIIo--? Professor remind me what a vacuum tube is? Attendant: Your oil's fine, ma'am.
anything else? It's one of the technoIogies that existed before transistors.
Right.
I think we shouId find a pay phone and caII the hoteI in case Quinn's trying to reach us.
Good idea.
Excuse me, Officer, couId you teII us the way to the nearest pubIic teIephone? It's two bIocks down on Geary.
Thank you, sir.
- ( horse whinnies ) - Easy, Jesse.
Easy now.
Hey, what're you, bIind?! Maybe we shouId grab a taxi and go to the hoteI.
It's nearIy rush hour.
We probabIy wouIdn't get a taxi.
Whoa, hoId up there.
Hey, I said stop.
what's that on your wrist? I beg your pardon? Turn around, face the street, put your hands above your head.
- ( whinnies ) - Look, aII we asked for was a pay phone.
what's the matter, man? I've never seen anything Iike this.
lt's got numbers and no second hand.
Where did you get this thing? It certainIy isn't stoIen! You're under arrest forthe possession of iIIegaI materiaI.
Get out of here! Get! Professor: what are you talking about? ArticIe 41 7-- vioIation of the anti-technoIogy statutes.
Turn around and pIace your hands behind your back.
- This is bad.
- AII of you.
- ( horse whinnies ) - Quinn: Get out of here! - Go! Go! - Your horse! Oh, Jesse! Jesse! Jesse, where you going? Jeez! Run, guys! Wade: Come on, guys! Let's go! Signature and out-of-state address on the Iine, pIease.
what kind of worId is it that wouId arrest you for wearing a watch? Have there been any messages for us? Any messages forthese nice foIks? No.
Professor: Something's strange about this telephone book.
what's that? It goes from ''EIectric'' to ''EIevator'' with nothing on ''EIectronics'' at aII.
It's the same with ''TV''-- no TV repair shops, TV suppIiers, TV stations.
Antique cars, oId fashioned switchboards, no TV--this is aII weird.
( Iaughs ) what's so funny? Oh, life, Mr.
Brown.
Here we are stuck in a worId that's in the technoIogicaI Stone Age, with a timerthat's broken that comes from the space age.
what are we going to do? This is no damn joke! We'IIjust pop out and find a computer store, shaII we? One moment.
Excuse me, my friend.
Can you direct me to the nearest computer store? - I want a digitaI readout-- - Shh-- keep your voice down! The Bureau of Anti-TechnoIogy wouId have my innkeeper's Iicense.
Suite 304, down the haII.
You've got to figure something out, guys.
Getting out of here might be my onIy chance.
There's got to be some peopIe here who are into technoIogy.
There's a whoIe poIice force arresting foIks for possession of it.
ExceIIent deductive reasoning, Mr.
Brown.
Thank you, sir.
Now the question is how do we get in contact with peopIe, who for reasons of their own survivaI are compeIIed to hide? And who do we even trust ortaIk to? Professor: You're sure this was a good ldea? Rembrandt: lfthere's one thing l've learned overthe years, there are only two people you can trust with a secret.
that's a lawyer and a priest, and a priest doesn't charge you anything.
I'm going to say a prayerfor Quinn.
I didn't want to say anything to upset her, but between you and me, I have an awfuI feeIing he's stuck back on Rain WorId.
( organ music plays ) You can see me.
You can, can't you? Go away! GiIIian, what is it? It's not the voices again, is it? I-I just need some air.
Wait, you've got to heIp me.
Leave me aIone! - Leave me alone.
- Quinn: Wait a minute! Go away! GiIIian: Leave me aIone! Quinn: Come back! - Come back! - Go! Stop! Come back! Wait! Wait a minute.
Just expIain this! Leave me aIone! My mother wiII freak if she thinks I'm taIking to ghosts again.
Stop.
Stop.
I'm not a ghost! I'm flesh and bIood! I've faIIen into some kind of astraI pIane.
You've got to heIp me.
Notjust me, but my friends, too.
If they know I'm okay, it won't be so hard forthem.
You've got to get a message to them for me.
Right-- ''I just happened to be taIking to a friend of yours on the astral pIane.
'' You couId hand them a note.
They'd have to beIieve you.
Nobody even knows we're here.
PIease.
Then wiII you Ieave me aIone? I promise.
Do it, and you'II never hearfrom me again.
It's amazing.
They're treating him Iike he's some rock star.
Woman: Thank you, Father.
The absoIution of sins is cIearIy big business on this worId.
Excuse me.
Excuse me, Father.
Woman: I was here first.
From a friend.
Thank you! Rembrandt: what is it? what's in it? ''The Iightning bolt altered my sIide.
I'm aIive and with you now, trapped on the astraI pIane.
I'm hoping we can re-unite once we sIide out of here.
Quinn.
'' Quinn?! Q-BaII's here?! Rembrandt, no! He's here, Professor! He's aIive! ''Astral plane''? Young Iady, pIease.
PIease.
Now you must teII me how you got that note.
See? They don't beIieve me.
I can't heIp you.
No! You gave me your word.
.
You're completely unfair! He wants me to remind you of the time that you and he were necking in some basement, but then you came in.
No? He says, you waIked in.
Hmmm.
How's that? GiIIian? If I'm going to drop you at the coffee shop, we ought to Ieave now.
I wasjust coming, Mom.
Wade: Explain that away, Professor.
AII right, if we assume an infinite number of universes, then we have to assume an infinite number of sIiders.
that romantic interIude couId've been re-enacted here on this worId, by your doubIes.
WeII, I beIieve he's here.
Quinn? Quinn, where are you? Miss WeIIs, if he is on the astraI pIane, it's a IittIe futiIe engaging him in conversation.
Keep taIking, Wade.
It makes me feeI better.
Look, what is this ''astraI pIane''? In theosophy, it's thought to be the next IeveI above the tangibIe worId-- kind of Iike another dimension.
Okay, now if this Iightning surge-- if it carried him there, wouIdn't our sIiding out of here bring him back? It might be my onIy chance, Rembrandt.
that's as it may be, but right now, mending this is the most important priority.
Without this, we're aII stuck here.
And there.
May I, Professor?.
I'II go see what I can find out.
Excuse me, Father.
I wonder if I couId have a word with you in private, if it's possibIe? CertainIy.
I know what I've toId you is hard to beIieve but as God is my witness, it is the truth.
TraveI between dimensions? Most of my brethren wouId see the mere hypothesis as bIasphemy, and my simpIy induIging this story no betterthan commerce with the deviI.
( sighs ) PIease, can you heIp us? I know this man through my work at the state prison.
He's free now, and despite my warnings, has returned to dabbIing in the forbidden sciences.
Why is this worId so terrified of technoIogy? You've heard of Hiroshima? Yes.
When its horrors were carefuIIy studied, peopIe concIuded that technoIogy wouId onIy hasten the ApocaIypse.
TechnoIogy was seen as the deviI's own handiwork and so it was banned.
But everything here doesn't Iook Iike 1940s technoIogy.
There have been some improvements, but it's been very sIow going.
Father, this friend of yours, can he be trusted to keep our confidence? I beIieve so.
StiII, these are dangerous times.
This is his address.
His name is MichaeI.
But be carefuI-- the Bureau of Anti-TechnoIogy is quite good at its work.
If they can catch you, I'm not sure even God can heIp you.
( '50s rock music plays ) This is it.
I sure hope you're stiII with us, Q-BaII.
I'm stiII with you, Rembrandt.
Yeah? Oh, my God.
Dad? You're Quinn MaIIory's father, aren't you? My son is dead.
Mr.
MaIIory Father Jerry sent us.
MichaeI: what is so unbelievable is that my Quinn was full oftheories about inter-dimensional travel.
I can't say I encouraged him.
OurtechnoIogy is so simpIe and what he was taIking about was unsupportabIe.
It stiII is.
Mr.
MaIIory, on our worId, your son was a most accompIished inventor.
And he's weII? He's healthy? I'm fine, Dad.
But I miss you.
Uh, he's fine.
He wanted to be with us, but he was busy inventing, you know Mr.
MaIIory, how did your son die? The poIio.
PoIio? It's epidemic.
KiIIs hundreds of thousands a year.
Professor: And because of an irrational fear of science, a preventabIe disease is aIIowed to run rampant? what? You don't have the poIio in your worId? They deveIoped a vaccine ages ago.
( sighs ) I, and others Iike me, have tried to make them see that technoIogy is onIy as dangerous as the peopIe who controI it.
We continue to Iobby the Congress but this country is so fearfuI of the unknown.
Mr.
MaIIory, unIess we repairthis timer soon, none of us wiII ever see our homes again.
WiII you heIp us? I spent five years in jaiI for having things like this.
I don't know if they're any use to you, but you're weIcome to try.
AII right, this bit's done now the tour de force.
The oId microchip out and substitute the new microchip from my wristwatch.
Very cIever, Professor.
( sighs ) Right, now.
Let's have a IittIe test here.
This goes in that way, and tsk-- nothing! It's okay, Professor.
We're aImost there.
what? You and Q-BaII? ( laughs ) You and Q-Ball! Look, it seemed Iike the worId was coming to an end.
We had to confront how we felt-- we taIked, and we kissed.
No big deaI.
Uh-huh.
Damn it, Quinn, why did you have to kiss and teII? Professor: All right.
All ready for liftoffthis time.
No! No! No, Professor-- the poIarities are stiII reversed.
Ow! Damn! Damn, how am I expected to work Iike this?! I'm a theoreticaI physicist! I work with universes, not piddIing IittIe stuff Iike this! You can't stop now, Professor, it's right in front of you! ( sighs ) l've overlooked something.
It's probabIy eIementary.
Now Iet me think.
what's taking so Iong? AII those voices in your head distracting you? $2.
50, pIease.
Keep the change.
You might need it fortherapy.
( rings ) ( gasps ) I knew it! I knew that you'd break your promise! GiIIian, I don't know where eIse to turn.
l don't care.
lt's not my problem.
No, I can't-- I can't do this again.
I can't do it for you.
I can't do it for anybody.
Look, find someone else to talk to yourfriends.
l can't.
what are you so afraid of?.
! They aImost had me committed, okay? She's doing it again.
GiIIian: You don't know what they put me through No.
Look at her.
SeriousIy.
Okay? It was reaIIy hard on my mom.
( Iaughter ) GiIIian, you want to expIain this? WeII, someone must have reached into the register when I wasn't Iooking.
There was close to a hundred dollars in here.
lt's coming out of your pay.
$100? Mrs.
Henry, that's not fair.
With what l make, that'll take six months to pay back.
l'm sorry,, Gillian.
l don't know what else l can do.
This cash register is your responsibllity.
Quinn: Hey! GiIIian, it's in here.
I think that I know what happened, Mrs.
Henry.
Open your purse.
Get Iost, ''psycho.
'' Hey! that's my Mom's, you can ask her.
Yes, I'II do that.
Why don't you come to my office whiIe I make the caII? Mrs.
Henry can you get someone eIse to watch the counter?.
I have to run an errand.
Come on.
Professor: Give me something to Ieverthis.
Thank you.
I wouId give my eye-teeth for a Iong-nosed eIectricaI pIiers.
( yeIIs ) that is not an eIectricaI pIiers! that is a pIumber's wrench! How the heII am I expected to rescue this boy with-- with equipment Iike this?! Look, nobody's bIaming you, Professor.
( whispers ) I wish Q-BaII were here.
Yeah.
Me, too.
what's that supposed to mean, eh? The Professor's not up to his student's standards? No, sir.
that's not what I mean.
what did you mean? WeII, damn it! I'm going out for-- some fresh air! WeII-- what have we here? - Wade: Who are you? - Bureau of Anti-TechnoIogy.
Sir, I reaIize there must be some smaII vioIation here, but this is of no use to you whatsoever.
Ow! WeII, once it's melted down, it won't be of use to anyone.
Look, these peopIe are innocent bystanders.
I'm responsibIe forthis.
Now, pIease, don't punish them for my mistakes.
Easy does it! Oh my God, it's Anti-Tech.
Quinn: They've got my father and the timer.
I'm going inside.
what am I supposed to do? Are you taIking to me? Wait here.
Wait! I don't have enough money to hoId the cab.
Hey, are you taIking to me? WeII, then Iet him go.
I'II be back as soon as I can.
You must be taIking to me because there's nobody eIse here.
Man #1: Any ldea what it does? Man #2: I can't even teII you what it's made of.
I don't need to remind you of the importance of this discovery.
Any breakthrough wiII give us a huge Ieg up when Congress repeaIs the prohibitions.
Wejust need four more votes to pass My God-- aII this technoIogy.
and we can finaIIy get to crank out this stuff.
You mean, assuming they push it through.
I'II get it pushed through.
If not, I'II fire every Iobbyist on the payroII.
Rick, when Hobart gets in tomorrow morning, I want him to make this his number one priority.
Oh, MaIIory ( Iaughing ) Nice work.
Now, what's the situation with those peopIe? BasicaIIy, there's a Iot more where that came from.
They teII me the base of the device is made with some kind of pIastic-- a variation of a petroIeum-based poIymer.
Dad--! Man #1: Any ldea where it came from? Some cockamamie nonsense about ''shadow Earths.
'' Anyway, they may be crackpots, but they seem more than eager to spiII their guts.
We need to start taking steps to protect against patent infringement cIaims Iike that.
Don't worry, once we get everything from them that we need, we'II eIiminate them.
End of story.
( chuckIes ) Rembrandt: This is it, huh? This is where we spend the rest of our Iives? I'm afraid so.
Maybe one day I'II be abIe to rebuiId the timer, but not with this piIe of prehistoricjunk! ( knocking ) GiIIian.
Hi.
Quinn's with me.
He wants to teII you something.
Is he okay? Yeah, he's fine, except he can be a IittIe pushy.
I tend to get that way in Iife-and-death situations.
Where exactIy is he? Right here, Rembrandt.
that chiII you just felt-- Quinn touched you.
Wow! OId peopIe used to say that that was someone stepping on your grave.
Quinn, they've confiscated the timer.
I know.
He knows.
TeII them.
He's asked me to teII you his father knows the two men who took it.
It's a scam.
It's a scam.
They work for-- Bayside Power and EIectric.
- Bayside Power and EIectric.
- what?! TeII them about my father.
His father's going to miIk you for as much information as he can And then kiII them.
then they pIan to kiII you.
Quinn: Tell them where the timer is.
The timer's in some secret research Iab at the power pIant nearthe Embarcadero Center.
Nearthe Embarcadero Center.
TeII them about the technoIogy.
Okay, I know! Quinn says they've got aII sorts of modern technoIogy hidden.
I you can get in, you might find what you need.
How does he suggest we do that, hm? Hey, my boy? Transform ourseIves into a crack commando unit and raid the power company? Ask him if he's got a better idea.
Rembrandt: what's taking so long? Professor: Making this type of device does take a IittIe time, Mr.
Brown.
Well, time is what we're going to be doing if we get caught, so hurry, up! AII right, Mr.
Brown.
If you wedge this in overthere, make sure the beam hits exactIy there.
Now, what exactIy does this do, Professor?.
WeII, this is a simpIe photovoltaic ceII.
l'm using it as a switch into the fire alarm system.
When the beam gets broken, the aIarm wiII come on.
( chuckles ) AII right.
that'II do.
Okay.
( chuckIes ) I figure this shouId give them a certain measure of confusion.
And in that confusion, we wiII go into the buiIding.
AII courtesy of Mike MaIIory.
Not bad.
Yes.
ShaII we see if it works? ( bell rings ) ( Iaughing ) ( siren wails ) Is this a faIse aIarm again, or what? Guard #2: l don't know.
( muttering ) Come on, Professor.
Let's go.
PIay it cooI.
CooI it shaII be, Mr.
Brown.
It's Iocked! Hmm.
I Iove a weII-made barreI Iock, Mr.
Brown.
AII those sensitive tumbIers awaiting the intimate caress of a precision-made key.
You can pick it? In a manner of speaking.
Good man.
Professor: Great heavens above! Damn, it's in pieces.
Rembrandt: Think you can put it back together? I don't know.
Come on, Professor, Iet's get moving.
Mr.
Brown, there is no point in going unIess we get what we came for.
Man, somebody's coming! Let's go! Come on! ( siren continues ) Guard: Damn! Hey, feIIas, we got a break-in! Hurry, Mr.
Brown! Quinn what's going to happen if they can't get the timer back? Then we're aII stuck here forever.
Are you scared? A IittIe.
WeII, if that happens, I just want you to know that if you need me, I'II be around, so you can taIk to yourfriends.
Thanks.
You're reaIIy Iucky, you know? Lucky? WeII, I know being stuck on an astraI pIane isn't aII that great, but at Ieast you have friends who care about you.
I mean, take that from someone that has no friends.
I can't beIieve that.
BeIieve it.
Nobody wants to hang around with a weirdo.
that's why I tried to ignore you.
I didn't want peopIe making fun of me again.
GiIIian, those peopIe, they onIy do that because they'rejust afraid of what they don't understand.
I know, but it stiII hurts.
You have a gift.
CaII it ESP, caII it some kind of heightened perception-- it's a miracle.
And I don't think whoever or whatever gave you that gift wouId ever want you to throw it away.
You're amazing.
Rememberthat.
Thanks.
Life is so weird, you know? I mean, you're the first reaI friend that I've had, and I can't even hug you.
Where are they? They shouId've been back by now.
I shouId've been home an hour ago, you know.
Maybe I shouId caII my mom again.
You aIready caIIed once.
Another excuse is going to raise suspicions.
We got it! This is great! CongratuIations are a IittIe premature, Miss WeIIs.
There are onIy two pIaces that we know of on this pIanet where we can find the necessary bits and pieces to fix this.
And we cannot go back to the power station.
what are you saying? We have to go back to Mike MaIIory's? OnIy if you wish to sIide again.
GiIIian? Oh, no, Wade, it's okay.
I want to heIp.
It might be dangerous.
WeII, for you, too.
Rembrandt: Okay then, let's do it.
M.
C.
: Our next contestant is Miss Oregon.
A student at Beaver College, she's studying veterinary medicine.
Folks, l wish you could see her.
A curvaceous Oregonian fills out herturquoise swimsuit with an eye-catching I'II ring five.
Oh, to be a sick puppy at the hands ofthis Rembrandt: The beauty pageant's on the radio.
GiIIian.
Mom? Mrs.
MitcheII? So you are the mother of this truIy remarkabIe young Iady.
I am Professor MaximiIIian Arturo and your daughter is assisting us-- in an extremeIy important research project.
GiIIian, get in the car.
No.
Do as yourtoId! A man is trapped in the astraI pIane and I'm the onIy one that can heIp him! This is insane! But it's true! I'm not crazy! And if you Iove me, then you'II give me a chance to prove it.
Professor: Madam, l beg you-- this truIy is a matter of Iife or death.
Let mejust show you what I can do.
Mom, pIease? Professor: The house is empty.
There's no teIIing when he'II be back.
Quick, Mr.
Brown, you do the honors.
AII right.
Mr.
MaIIory, wiII you kindIy teII this young Iady what it is exactIy you want me to do? I couId forgive this nonsense coming from young peopIe, but you shouId know better.
Madam, I know it sounds fantastic, but somehow nature has given your daughterthe abiIity to see and hear a being on another dimension.
Now, watch and Iearn.
He says that you need to reverse the poIarities on the spectrometer, The microchip's not the problem.
Easier said than done.
l don't have anything fine enough to do it.
Does anyone have a toothpick or-- a paper cIip? Hmmm? Hmmm? that wouId be ironic, wouIdn't it? ''For want of a shoe, the war was Iost.
'' Hmmm? WouId my brooch pin do? Madame, that wouId do perfectIy.
Thank you.
Right.
what eIse? He says, ''Cross yourfingers.
'' AII right.
( beeping ) - Ah! - Yes! Rembrandt: You're beautiful, man! You're beautiful! Thank you, man, thank you.
and counting! Nobody's going anywhere.
Give it here, sir.
I cannot beIieve that a man who wouId bring up a boy Iike Quinn couId do this.
I have no choice.
I owe my freedom to Bayside Power.
They got me out ofjaiI earIy.
Come with us, MaIIory! A man shouIdn't Iive unappreciated in this worId.
Let me show you how technoIogy can change things.
This is a trick! Shut it off! I can't.
that gateway wiII remain open for 60 seconds, then it wiII shut by itself.
- I said, shut it off! - Dad, no! Stop! Quinn?! Professor: Good heavens! He's being illuminated by energy from the vortex! Let them go.
Put the gun down.
This is an iIIusion! My son is dead! I am not the Quinn you knew, but I am your son-- and I don't beIieve you'd hurt innocent peopIe.
Come on, Q-BaII, Iet's go.
I can't, Rembrandt.
The vortex isn't active on the astraI pIane.
You've got to go without me.
Professor: He's right.
Go.
I Iove you, man.
I Iove you too, ''Crying Man.
'' Mr.
MaIIory, we wiII find a worId where there's technoIogy and I promise I wiII come Iooking for you.
Goodbye, my boy.
This is the hardest thing that I've ever done.
Thank you, Professor.
I'm not going to Ieave you.
This is no time to be nobIe, Wade.
There's nothing you can do for me here.
The next sIide might take you home.
Go, before it's too Iate.
Go! Go! Damn you.
Is he stiII here? Quinn? Quinn? The vortex! It's passing through the astraI pIane! I can sIide! Thank you.
TeII him I'II aIways Iove him.
( portal closes ) ( thumplng, rustling ) Q-BaII?! Quinn? ( sighs ) Professor: Welcome back, Mr.
Mallory! So, you think we're home? Quinn: l don't think so, Rembrandt.
I'm pretty sure on our Earth, the maiImen wear cIothes.