Sliders s03e13 Episode Script
Murder Most Foul
[People chattering.]
[Professor exclaiming.]
[Quinn laughing.]
I'm sure it must be very comic for you to see me humiliated.
We're not laughin' at you, Professor, we're laughin' with you.
I'm familiar with the distinction between sharing a joke and being the butt of it.
Well, looks like somebody carried their bad mood from the last world into this one.
A damn sight more than a bad mood, I can assure you.
[Laughing.]
We ain't laughin' about whose face was planted into the garbage, Professor.
Is it our fault it's always him? [Both laughing.]
[People chattering.]
[Phone ringing.]
This is the first world we've landed on with a dress code.
You notice how everybody's checkin' us out? A man stinking of garbage would attract attention on any world.
I've got to buy some new clothes.
(Wade) You want some company? No.
[Chattering.]
Drink it.
Don't carry it, you idiot! Coffee is to be drunk, not carried! We have a probable fracture at the east end of the park.
Is there a problem, sir? No problem at all, madam.
I just I just normally go around with coffee floating all over me.
(woman) Why are you out of uniform? Uniform? I haven't worn a uniform for 30 years.
Get off me.
What the devil is this? Hey, get off! [Exclaims.]
We're your friends, sir.
(Quinn) What if you found a portal to a parallel universe? What if you could slide into a thousand different worlds, where it's the same year, and you're the same person, but everything else is different? And what if you can't find your way home? (Rembrandt) Hey, Diggs, doesn't anybody have any fun around here? I've seen libraries livelier than this.
There's no profit in fun.
Time spent frivolously is time wasted.
I have no modem connections available.
You might try next door.
Oh, this tea is horrible.
Look, this is a bar.
Why can't we get a beer? No alcohol here.
Dulls the senses.
Ephedrine tea.
A nice triple espresso.
Better wired than tired.
Listen, the, uh, the fella that we came in with, the big guy with the beard, have you seen him? Dressed tramp, like you? Tramp? Don't be insulting.
At least we don't look like accountants, like everyone else around here.
[People chattering.]
They got him.
(Diggs) On the street.
I saw it all go down.
Who the hell is "they"? Walking around dressed like that, you're going to find out.
(Diggs) Try the E-Val Center.
That's where they take the fractures.
(Wonk) Prof.
Maximillian Arturo doesn't appear in any national data bases.
Nor do his fingerprints, biothermal scans, or dental records.
The man literally doesn't exist.
At least in this dimension.
Maybe he's a big shot on some parallel world, like he claims.
I think we can assume he's a big shot here.
His identity has been electronically cloaked and that only happens by executive order.
He was probably working on some top-secret project and hit brain fry.
Get me a video link with Dr.
Bolivar.
I feel like one of the Blues Brothers.
Don't get me started on how they ripped off Sam and Dave.
If they think the Professor's flipped out, getting him out of here may take more than a request.
(Quinn) Once we find him, we take him.
We don't even have a plan, Q-Ball.
We have a plan.
We just don't know what it is yet.
Hi.
We're looking for a friend of ours.
Prof.
Maximillian Arturo.
I'll handle this.
Um, I'm Dr.
Punch.
I did the E-Val on Prof.
Arturo.
It certainly didn't take you a long time to find him.
We'd like to see him.
He's on his way to Park 91-9.
His fracture is severe, but Dr.
Bolivar's had great success with his new treatments.
Well, I'm sure he has, but no such treatment has been authorized.
Where is this place? I'd like to see your identification, please.
I have a better idea.
You show me yours, so that I won't forget.
This whole thing may fall hard.
I want to be sure that it falls on you.
Fracture is nothing to be ashamed of, Prof.
Arturo.
Quite the contrary.
A fracture is a badge of honor, a symbol of your dedication to peak performance.
[Groans.]
There's nothing wrong with me.
Please listen.
Well, believing you live in parallel worlds indicates that you've exceeded your stress threshold.
Parallel worlds exist.
I can prove Yes, of course.
Now, just relax.
[Electronic humming.]
(Dr.
Bolivar) I want you to listen to this tone, Professor.
Isn't it soothing? That's right.
[Humming stops.]
You are now in a light hypnotic state.
When you awaken, you will remember only this.
You will look at this watch every hour, on the hour.
Its impulses will reinforce the scans.
(Professor) Scans? I'm not familiar with Your brain needs rest, Professor, so that you can work.
(Dr.
Bolivar) Even now, it is questioning, probing, searching for answers.
But when we're through, Prof.
Arturo will no longer exist.
Now, let's talk about your alter ego, the famous detective, Reginald Doyle.
(park guide) Good evening.
Welcome to the Park.
Please move to the tram stop.
Let's line up with the civvies.
Less questions that way.
Oh! Excuse me.
Can't believe I'm here.
I submit an application every year, and I finally got picked.
Have you worked before? Uh, it's the, uh, first time for all of us.
[Chuckling.]
Pretty excitin'.
What kind of job did you apply for? Oh, no, am I in the wrong line? I'm going to be a theme character, aren't you? Uh, yeah, exactly.
I mean, what else is there? Well, for actors, there's nothing else, ever since they prohibited acting 'cause it's too frivolous.
But I haven't had much experience.
I'll probably get a small part.
But I'll be inside.
I'll be a Park player.
There are no small parts, only small actors, right? Right.
(park guide) Good evening, and welcome to the Park.
Hi.
I'm Wade.
Please move to the tram stop.
Cabbie, take me to my rooms: We're burning time here, Q-Ball.
We should be out there looking for him.
(Anne) Dr.
Dunhill.
People please welcome Dr.
Dunhill, Park Supervisor.
[Actors applauding.]
Thank you.
Good afternoon, and welcome.
Outside of this room, I am Inspector Reed, Scotland Yard.
You must remain in character at all times while in restoration areas.
Breaking character will result in immediate discharge.
The illusion of a different time, a different world, must be maintained in order for our therapy to be effective.
These patients must be restored and returned to work.
Their country depends on them.
[Actors chattering.]
I think we can handle the different world thing.
[Clock chiming.]
"A pretty flower plucked so young "but my gardening has just begun "Another bloom for my bouquet tonight My passion watered with blood so bright" Cheers.
Jolly Jack.
" Ah! Mrs.
Taylor.
Um.
No Shakespeare, our Jolly Jack.
What news of Marple? Still delayed in Liverpool, I imagine.
Damn.
I need him here.
Telegraph him again.
Tell him to come immediately.
Most certainly, sir.
(Quinn) You must be chilled to the bone.
We should get you inside.
I'm fine.
As long as there's a chance we'll spot him, let's stay out here.
I can't see across the street in this fog.
We'll have to wait until the morning.
[Woman screaming.]
(woman) Help! Police! [Dog barking.]
[Woman exclaiming.]
What happened? Another Ripper murder.
It's the Professor.
[Whispers.]
Professor.
[Flash bulb exploding.]
Professor.
[Horse whinnying.]
Remmy, stop him.
He's got the timer.
Well, Mr.
Doyle.
Come to help the bumbling Inspector Reed again, I suppose.
Apparently somebody must.
You there, stop moving around.
You're trampling on evidence.
The least you could do is secure the scene of the crime, Inspector.
(Reed) Keep those people back.
Don't you recognize me? Don't be daft, Marple.
Thank heavens you're here.
Jolly Jack is on the prowl.
[Flash explodes.]
Tell me you got the timer.
No.
I chased him all over this park.
[Sighs.]
Bad news, Quinn.
Me, too.
Look, he's okay, right? The Professor thinks he's some detective named Reginald Doyle.
He's like Sherlock Holmes on our world.
He's lost his mind.
Don't dally, Marple.
We have a busy night ahead of us.
Ladies and gentlemen, our D.
V.
For tonight Jack the Ripper's latest victim: Jennifer.
[All applauding.]
What's a D.
V.
? Designated Victim.
Lucky Jennifer.
It's a featured role.
But we still have a chance, Wade.
We are tarts, and that is who the Ripper kills.
This is all a game? No.
The Ripper's actually killing people.
Come on, you didn't really think [exclaims.]
Wade was just funning with you.
You almost fell for it.
[All laughing.]
Oh, my God.
Dr.
Dunhill.
He's coming over here.
Hello.
You enjoying your stay at the Park? It's fabulous.
Yeah.
Great.
Good.
I hope that we see more of each other.
Who is that he's talking with now? (Erin) Dr.
Bolivar.
He's the Senior Director.
He runs the whole park.
The top of the fiber is slightly soiled.
The base is pristine.
Jolly Jack has just had new carpets in his home or office.
Care to look? Can we let that go for now, and will you talk to me? And then there's this shoe cast.
Note it's recently been half-soled.
I want you to contact every cobbler in the area.
Get them to prepare a list of recent customers with Size 11 feet.
All right.
Professor Marple, will you please stop this affectation of calling me Professor? It is most irritating.
What is the matter with you, man? Ever since you saw that murdered girl, you've been acting as if you're shell-shocked.
I myself am worn to the nub.
[Clock chiming.]
This is a dreadful business, this.
Quite dreadful.
And there's something wrong here.
Something I can't put my finger on.
That's an interesting watch.
May I see it? Certainly not.
You've seen it every day for years.
[Exhales.]
That's better.
I seem to have acquired my second wind.
Go put on the kettle.
It's going to be a long, long night.
Now, let's have a look at this one here.
[Crickets chirping.]
Jeez! Don't scare me like that.
Will you get a grip? You're takin' this Ripper thing too seriously.
I thought you were going back to the dorm.
[Horse neighs.]
Yeah, I was.
L I left my PERCOM back in the lounge.
Will you walk with me? Yeah.
Come on.
Hey, mister.
[Children chattering.]
(children) Please.
[Continue chattering.]
Give me this.
Sir.
I'm very sorry.
(Trevor) Let me go.
Not until you give me back what you swiped from me last night.
That gizmo's worth a lot to you.
It's some kind of timer, isn't it? Not very sophisticated technology.
Those microchips are strictly last year.
You took it apart? And put it back together.
Marple.
Marple! Don't waste your breath.
You'll never catch him.
Those Whitehall boys know every back street.
By way of consolation, have a scone.
[Professor exclaims.]
Ah, Doyle.
The Chief Inspector and I were just on our way to see you.
What, no salutation for Marple? Forgive me, Marple.
Good morning.
Morning.
That arrived at the Yard by first post, Mr.
Doyle.
What do you make of it? "Jack be nimble, Jack be quick but I won't use a candlestick "My blade gleams silver in the light another flower plucked tonight" "Cheers.
Jolly Jack.
" Gentlemen, I would advise you strongly to redouble your patrols in the Whitehall area tonight.
Jolly Jack is not one to make idle threats.
[Professor grunts.]
(Wade) It sounds like they've got the Professor brainwashed.
What do they have to gain by immersing him in some stupid murder-mystery game? It's some kind of mental health therapy.
It's scary.
The Professor is gone.
You look into his eyes, he's not there.
He's a stranger.
We'll get him back, buddy, no matter what it takes.
Whatever they've done to him they can undo.
Listen, you really think the kid's gonna give you back the timer? "Sell" is more like it.
He knows how bad we want it.
I just hope he hasn't fouled it up messing around with it.
How much time you figure we have left? We slide tomorrow night.
If we're lucky.
[Music playing.]
[Audience cheering.]
(Wade) And to think I actually dreamed of being in show business.
My feet are killing me.
[Wade sighs.]
[Piano playing.]
Wade, listen to this.
"I can't wait till you're in my arms tonight.
"Church Street, Abbey Road, 10:00.
Jolly Jack.
" I'm a D.
V.
Tonight.
A featured player.
A Designated Victim.
[Both chuckle.]
It's a little creepy, but, uh, congratulations, I guess.
I'd say "break a leg," but I guess in your case, it's more "knock 'em stiff.
" Hey, hang onto that for me, would you? I want to put it in my scrapbook.
I better get going.
I don't want to keep Jack the Ripper waiting.
[Gasping.]
[Erin screaming.]
[Man whispering.]
Come back here, boy.
[Grunts.]
It all happened so fast, Q-Ball.
I grabbed him and then the lights went out.
So you didn't get a good look at his face? No.
This murder's no joke, huh? I wish it was.
Wade, where have you been? We've been worried sick.
Waiting for you guys at the employee lounge.
You never showed.
How is Erin's performance going? She's not Pull yourself together, man.
You're acting as if you've never seen a dead body before.
The cuts are deep and decisive.
They were made with a surgical knife.
Jolly Jack has a medical background.
She was so happy.
We We were joking about her getting killed.
This can't be happening.
Who delivered the rose? I don't know.
It was there when we came off stage.
How did Erin know it was for her? It was in her station.
L Look.
Her name was on the note.
No, it's not.
The killer must have seen her right before the show.
I was sitting there until just before curtain.
She asked me to change.
She was superstitious.
That was supposed to be me.
We've got to call in the police.
There's a madman loose in the Park.
(Reed) We can't, sir.
We can't put the patients at risk that way.
The consequences might be tragic.
Dr.
Dunhill, a girl is dead.
Our patients are some of this country's greatest minds.
To put their recoveries at risk over this civvie worker would be reckless and irresponsible.
Careers are at stake here.
This case appears to have taken your fancy, Marple.
I can seldom recall you voluntarily giving up a decent night's sleep.
The fibers from the two crime scenes match.
Indeed.
But they could have been tracked there by any number of feet in common to both crime scenes.
Scotland Yard.
Bobbies.
You suspect one of them is the killer? It is hard to avoid that conclusion, but it is not the only one to be drawn.
Consider these shoe impressions.
Three sets common to both crime scenes, including our old friend, Size 11, with a new half-sole.
And this, unique to last night.
A heavy-set man, I would judge, by the depth of that impression.
But I do not recall seeing anyone at last night's crime scene, that I had not seen at the crime scene the night before.
Your conclusions, Marple.
Quick.
These strange prints belong to the real killer.
Real killer? There were two different victims killed by differing hands.
Ergo, two killers.
Consider the two letters sent to Scotland Yard.
Identical handwriting.
Now look at the note sent with the rose to the dressing room.
Different handwriting.
Two different killers.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Something's wrong here.
I'm missing something.
Yes.
There was no smell of blood at the first murder scene.
It is quite impossible to mistake that coppery smell once you've experienced it.
Why was there no smell of blood at the first murder scene? First murder? Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.
I recall reading about another murder.
Yes.
The first Ripper murder.
Why don't I recall any details about it? In fact, I can't seem to remember anything that happened beyond two days ago.
My mind's a blank.
What is happening to me? What is happening to me? You're just exhausted.
Maybe the seven-percent solution is finally taking its toll.
I'll get your tea.
Yes, yes.
That's all right.
I'll just take a little nap and then I'll go over to Scotland Yard.
I've a few questions I intend to ask Inspector Reed.
(Reed) Mr.
Doyle, what brings you out so early? I need to see copies of your scene-of-crime and field reports relating to the Ripper killings.
I don't have time for that.
There's a killer loose.
That is precisely why you should make time.
You seem reluctant to cooperate.
Should I talk to the Chief Inspector? All right.
All right.
But I'm on my way out.
I'll have the reports dropped to your rooms.
Excellent.
Oh, Inspector, what is your shoe size? Eleven.
Why do you ask? (Professor) Coachman, drive on.
That pocket watch helps keep the Professor in his alternate reality.
It's like the override gets a recharge every hour, when he looks at his watch.
You've only got a few hours to figure it out.
Yeah.
Then again, you'll have about 29 years if we miss the slide.
God, I wish he was Reginald Doyle.
Maybe he could catch this monster.
[Grunts.]
That's him! [Exclaims.]
Hey! Let him go! [Man grunts.]
(Rembrandt) We're on it! (Quinn) What are you, some kind of freak? Park Security.
Let go of me.
There's a park-wide alert out on that kid.
He's to be picked up on sight.
Kind of rough treatment for a juvenile pickpocket.
That kid's a fracture.
Some kind of boy genius that's gone psychotic.
He's dangerous.
I ought to run you in for interfering.
I talked to the kid yesterday.
He's no more psychotic than I am.
No wonder he fought so hard to get away.
I know what it's like when the cops are on you and you've done nothing.
Pretty damn scary and lonely place to be.
Hey, got any loose change for a starving orphan? (Quinn) No.
Sorry.
Come on, give me some pocket money.
(Quinn) Run along kid.
Go on.
Beat it.
Well, hose you then.
(Quinn) Guys, listen to this.
"I know who the Ripper is.
"Bring Reginald Doyle to the back of the blacksmith's shop "right after dark.
You'll get your gizmo back if you help me.
" Could be a con.
You know, setting you up to get rolled.
I say we go.
What have we got to lose, right? It's worth a shot.
All we gotta do is convince Reginald Doyle.
Orange alert, Sector Eight.
Full alert.
(Professor) Very good of you to give a helping hand to a boy in trouble, Marple, though I very much doubt whether he can identify Jack the Ripper.
By the way, I now understand why you spend so much time in Liverpool.
What is the name of this delightful young lady? Wade Wells.
[Chuckles.]
This is just too weird.
You're tellin' me? You know, uh, a police escort is all very well, but, uh, hardly necessary, unless, of course, the boy really did see the murderer.
I say, wouldn't that be droll? If this slip of a boy could solve the crime before the great Reginald Doyle? [Carriage clattering.]
Now, what idiot drives at that speed in fog like this? (Quinn) He's gonna run us over! [Coachman yelling.]
My ankle.
[Heaving.]
It really hurts.
Is it broken, Marple? Sprained, I think.
Can you walk? I can shuffle.
I saw the Scotland Yard crest on the coach door.
Someone must have known we were looking for the boy.
Someone inside the Yard.
That explains why the police are after the kid.
The killer's high enough up to give the order.
This is an extraordinary business.
You must find the boy at once.
He's in grave danger.
Yeah, but he asked for you.
This business will have put him to flight.
You must find him.
I shall be best employed in my room seeing how this new piece of the puzzle fits on the board.
By your leave, Miss Wells.
Excuse me.
[Grunting.]
[Door creaks.]
[Panting.]
(Trevor) Over here.
[Horse trotting.]
[Horse neighing.]
He tried to kill you.
I saw the whole thing.
Who is he? Promise first that if you don't catch him, you'll take me with you.
I don't follow you.
Take you with us where? Through the mouse hole this thing opens.
You didn't think I'd figure it out, did you? You jump into other dimensions.
Look Trevor.
Trevor, we have some serious problems.
This timer was just one of them.
Now, your life is in danger.
Tell me who the killer is.
I couldn't see his face.
It was too dark.
But I saw his shoes.
That's it? Shoes? Not enough to catch him, huh? Well, I guess you're gonna have to take me with you.
Those other people, they're jumpers, too? Sliders.
Yeah.
Even, uh, Mr.
Doyle? Well, that's another one of our problems.
He's not really Reginald Doyle.
No duh.
They scanned him, huh? You tell me.
They override his personality with some kind of brain scan? This stuff is Neuroscience 101.
Humor me, all right? Okay.
The brain reaches stress thresh.
Fractures.
Useless, right? So the neuroscientists started manipulating the hypothalamus.
They're looking for a way to manage stress.
Anyways, long story short, they figured out a way to erase the hard drive up here.
Override it with a new personality, let the brain rest and recharge.
Then restore the original.
Good as new.
You're a fracture? I'm a kid.
I work a 100-hour week just like everybody else.
But kids get to go to the park for a month once a year and play.
[Horse neighing.]
[Gasps.]
(Rembrandt) Q-Ball? You get it? Got it.
All right.
(Professor) That cold compress should bring the swelling down.
[Sighing.]
[Exhales.]
That's very odd.
Must have shattered in the fall.
[Door opening.]
I didn't hear you come in, Mr.
Doyle.
A messenger delivered this a bit ago.
Excellent.
Excellent.
That will be all.
Good.
Reed's scene-of-the-crime reports.
What is it? Tell Marple I'm going to Scotland Yard to confront Jolly Jack.
Tell him to bring his pistol.
Professor, wait.
You shouldn't go alone.
[Door closes.]
[Knocking on door.]
Mr.
Doyle.
I suppose you're looking for Inspector Reed.
Yes, I imagine you do.
As you may surmise, I have solved the Ripper murders.
Well done, Doyle.
Don't keep me in suspense.
Who's our Jolly Jack? Inspector Reed's scene-of-crime reports helped fill in the final blanks.
The handwriting, when compared with that of the Ripper's notes, was conclusive proof.
Reed? I can't believe it.
Neither can I.
(Professor) Despite the rather elaborate lengths that you went to, to make sure that I did.
Reed did write the first two notes.
But the third, the one attached to the single rose, that was in a different hand.
I took the liberty of comparing it with the police files to see if I could come up with a match.
The handwriting was yours, Chief Inspector.
Doyle, I won't take offense because of our longstanding relationship, but this is outrageous.
There was only one murder and you committed it.
The other was an elaborate charade, designed for what purpose I do not yet know.
I'm sure that when we match your shoes to the impressions I took at the scene of the real murder, they will match.
You're not feeling well, are you, Doyle? Yes.
No.
(Professor) No.
You you you tried to frame Reed.
You you you tried to run me down tonight.
You knew about the boy.
Why am I feeling so strange? What is happening? [Exclaims.]
You haven't been looking at your watch, have you? Your override is slipping, Professor.
[Screaming.]
Professor? My name is Doyle! And you are, the fiend.
Hardly the fiend, Professor.
[Knocking on door.]
(Quinn) Wade.
Wade! Open the door.
Thank God.
The Professor solved the case.
He's gone after Jack the Ripper.
It's Reed.
My God.
What did he say? He said that he went to Scotland Yard, and that the Inspector was the Ripper and for you to bring your pistol.
You have a pistol? I wish you did.
All right.
Lock the door behind us.
Wade, take this.
If we're not back in time, slide without us.
These drugs will help you tell the truth, Professor.
[Clicks.]
Now, who else have you told about me? Marple has my notes.
He'll put it together.
Umm, Miss Wells, she will tell Quinn as soon as he gets back to my rooms.
R-R-Rembrandt [groaning.]
Will help them.
Rembrandt, Quinn, and Miss Wells? I think your real personality is struggling for dominance, Professor.
Now, who are Rembrandt, Quinn, and Miss Wells? Doyle is the killer? Prof.
Arturo? (Dr.
Bolivar) I know it's shocking.
He's had a complete breakdown.
He's confessed to everything.
Now he's babbling on about a second killing he may have committed tonight.
He could be delusional.
He's named two accomplices.
Quinn Mallory and Rembrandt Brown.
I want them taken at once.
Absolutely.
I'll put security on full alert.
It's locked.
Let me use my key.
(Quinn) Professor! Professor? Professor.
[Groaning.]
(Professor) Stop him.
He's after Miss Wells.
The Chief Inspector.
Chief Inspector? It's Bolivar, not Reed.
You've gotta get Wade.
I'll see if I can break this override.
(Quinn) We'll meet at the music hall.
Who is it? (Dr.
Bolivar) Dr.
Bolivar.
There's been a tragedy.
Prof.
Arturo's badly hurt.
Finally, we have our date.
[Grunting.]
(Dr.
Bolivar) You disappointed me last time.
Your friend was very little sport.
I had to rush.
I couldn't enjoy myself.
We have lots of time, pretty Wade.
[Heaves.]
[Dr.
Bolivar grunts.]
[Dr.
Bolivar exclaims.]
(Dr.
Bolivar) You know there's nowhere to run.
There's nowhere else to run.
Don't make this any harder on yourself.
Listen to me.
Now, your boss has flipped out.
He's the Ripper.
You've gotta believe me.
Your friend, the Professor, has already confessed.
Now turn around and put your hands behind your back.
Do it.
The Ripper's after Miss Wells! [Reed grunts.]
Follow me.
Where are we, Mr.
Mallory? On our way out, Mr.
Doyle.
Doyle? Uh, Professor.
Are you losing your marbles, my boy? [Exclaims.]
[Wade gasping.]
[Dr.
Bolivar exclaims.]
[Wade screams.]
[Dr.
Bolivar exclaiming.]
[Dr.
Bolivar grunting.]
That's enough.
Thank God.
Sedate him.
No.
Bolivar was trying to kill me.
I captured her.
Her friend Arturo's already confessed.
(Trevor) Then why did he have this? I saw him kill that girl.
I saw his shoes.
Those shoes.
(Quinn) His shoes will match the impressions that the Professor made at the rear of the murder scene.
And his handwriting will match the note on the card that he delivered to his victim.
He's a fracture, Reed, and he tried to frame you for the murder.
Will somebody please tell me what on Earth is going on? We'll explain it on the next world.
We slide in five seconds.
Now, now, just a damn minute.
Nobody moves until I sort this whole thing out.
[Electronic beeping.]
[Whooshing.]
You sure you want to come with us, Trevor? I know I promised you, but I can't promise to bring you home.
It'll mean leaving your family, all your friends behind.
Nah.
I'd miss my folks too much, and I've still got two weeks left to play.
I'd like to go.
Maybe I'll build my own jumper-slider gizmo one day.
I'll bet you can.
Just make sure of your home coordinates.
One day I'm gonna come find you guys.
[Professor exclaiming.]
[Quinn laughing.]
I'm sure it must be very comic for you to see me humiliated.
We're not laughin' at you, Professor, we're laughin' with you.
I'm familiar with the distinction between sharing a joke and being the butt of it.
Well, looks like somebody carried their bad mood from the last world into this one.
A damn sight more than a bad mood, I can assure you.
[Laughing.]
We ain't laughin' about whose face was planted into the garbage, Professor.
Is it our fault it's always him? [Both laughing.]
[People chattering.]
[Phone ringing.]
This is the first world we've landed on with a dress code.
You notice how everybody's checkin' us out? A man stinking of garbage would attract attention on any world.
I've got to buy some new clothes.
(Wade) You want some company? No.
[Chattering.]
Drink it.
Don't carry it, you idiot! Coffee is to be drunk, not carried! We have a probable fracture at the east end of the park.
Is there a problem, sir? No problem at all, madam.
I just I just normally go around with coffee floating all over me.
(woman) Why are you out of uniform? Uniform? I haven't worn a uniform for 30 years.
Get off me.
What the devil is this? Hey, get off! [Exclaims.]
We're your friends, sir.
(Quinn) What if you found a portal to a parallel universe? What if you could slide into a thousand different worlds, where it's the same year, and you're the same person, but everything else is different? And what if you can't find your way home? (Rembrandt) Hey, Diggs, doesn't anybody have any fun around here? I've seen libraries livelier than this.
There's no profit in fun.
Time spent frivolously is time wasted.
I have no modem connections available.
You might try next door.
Oh, this tea is horrible.
Look, this is a bar.
Why can't we get a beer? No alcohol here.
Dulls the senses.
Ephedrine tea.
A nice triple espresso.
Better wired than tired.
Listen, the, uh, the fella that we came in with, the big guy with the beard, have you seen him? Dressed tramp, like you? Tramp? Don't be insulting.
At least we don't look like accountants, like everyone else around here.
[People chattering.]
They got him.
(Diggs) On the street.
I saw it all go down.
Who the hell is "they"? Walking around dressed like that, you're going to find out.
(Diggs) Try the E-Val Center.
That's where they take the fractures.
(Wonk) Prof.
Maximillian Arturo doesn't appear in any national data bases.
Nor do his fingerprints, biothermal scans, or dental records.
The man literally doesn't exist.
At least in this dimension.
Maybe he's a big shot on some parallel world, like he claims.
I think we can assume he's a big shot here.
His identity has been electronically cloaked and that only happens by executive order.
He was probably working on some top-secret project and hit brain fry.
Get me a video link with Dr.
Bolivar.
I feel like one of the Blues Brothers.
Don't get me started on how they ripped off Sam and Dave.
If they think the Professor's flipped out, getting him out of here may take more than a request.
(Quinn) Once we find him, we take him.
We don't even have a plan, Q-Ball.
We have a plan.
We just don't know what it is yet.
Hi.
We're looking for a friend of ours.
Prof.
Maximillian Arturo.
I'll handle this.
Um, I'm Dr.
Punch.
I did the E-Val on Prof.
Arturo.
It certainly didn't take you a long time to find him.
We'd like to see him.
He's on his way to Park 91-9.
His fracture is severe, but Dr.
Bolivar's had great success with his new treatments.
Well, I'm sure he has, but no such treatment has been authorized.
Where is this place? I'd like to see your identification, please.
I have a better idea.
You show me yours, so that I won't forget.
This whole thing may fall hard.
I want to be sure that it falls on you.
Fracture is nothing to be ashamed of, Prof.
Arturo.
Quite the contrary.
A fracture is a badge of honor, a symbol of your dedication to peak performance.
[Groans.]
There's nothing wrong with me.
Please listen.
Well, believing you live in parallel worlds indicates that you've exceeded your stress threshold.
Parallel worlds exist.
I can prove Yes, of course.
Now, just relax.
[Electronic humming.]
(Dr.
Bolivar) I want you to listen to this tone, Professor.
Isn't it soothing? That's right.
[Humming stops.]
You are now in a light hypnotic state.
When you awaken, you will remember only this.
You will look at this watch every hour, on the hour.
Its impulses will reinforce the scans.
(Professor) Scans? I'm not familiar with Your brain needs rest, Professor, so that you can work.
(Dr.
Bolivar) Even now, it is questioning, probing, searching for answers.
But when we're through, Prof.
Arturo will no longer exist.
Now, let's talk about your alter ego, the famous detective, Reginald Doyle.
(park guide) Good evening.
Welcome to the Park.
Please move to the tram stop.
Let's line up with the civvies.
Less questions that way.
Oh! Excuse me.
Can't believe I'm here.
I submit an application every year, and I finally got picked.
Have you worked before? Uh, it's the, uh, first time for all of us.
[Chuckling.]
Pretty excitin'.
What kind of job did you apply for? Oh, no, am I in the wrong line? I'm going to be a theme character, aren't you? Uh, yeah, exactly.
I mean, what else is there? Well, for actors, there's nothing else, ever since they prohibited acting 'cause it's too frivolous.
But I haven't had much experience.
I'll probably get a small part.
But I'll be inside.
I'll be a Park player.
There are no small parts, only small actors, right? Right.
(park guide) Good evening, and welcome to the Park.
Hi.
I'm Wade.
Please move to the tram stop.
Cabbie, take me to my rooms: We're burning time here, Q-Ball.
We should be out there looking for him.
(Anne) Dr.
Dunhill.
People please welcome Dr.
Dunhill, Park Supervisor.
[Actors applauding.]
Thank you.
Good afternoon, and welcome.
Outside of this room, I am Inspector Reed, Scotland Yard.
You must remain in character at all times while in restoration areas.
Breaking character will result in immediate discharge.
The illusion of a different time, a different world, must be maintained in order for our therapy to be effective.
These patients must be restored and returned to work.
Their country depends on them.
[Actors chattering.]
I think we can handle the different world thing.
[Clock chiming.]
"A pretty flower plucked so young "but my gardening has just begun "Another bloom for my bouquet tonight My passion watered with blood so bright" Cheers.
Jolly Jack.
" Ah! Mrs.
Taylor.
Um.
No Shakespeare, our Jolly Jack.
What news of Marple? Still delayed in Liverpool, I imagine.
Damn.
I need him here.
Telegraph him again.
Tell him to come immediately.
Most certainly, sir.
(Quinn) You must be chilled to the bone.
We should get you inside.
I'm fine.
As long as there's a chance we'll spot him, let's stay out here.
I can't see across the street in this fog.
We'll have to wait until the morning.
[Woman screaming.]
(woman) Help! Police! [Dog barking.]
[Woman exclaiming.]
What happened? Another Ripper murder.
It's the Professor.
[Whispers.]
Professor.
[Flash bulb exploding.]
Professor.
[Horse whinnying.]
Remmy, stop him.
He's got the timer.
Well, Mr.
Doyle.
Come to help the bumbling Inspector Reed again, I suppose.
Apparently somebody must.
You there, stop moving around.
You're trampling on evidence.
The least you could do is secure the scene of the crime, Inspector.
(Reed) Keep those people back.
Don't you recognize me? Don't be daft, Marple.
Thank heavens you're here.
Jolly Jack is on the prowl.
[Flash explodes.]
Tell me you got the timer.
No.
I chased him all over this park.
[Sighs.]
Bad news, Quinn.
Me, too.
Look, he's okay, right? The Professor thinks he's some detective named Reginald Doyle.
He's like Sherlock Holmes on our world.
He's lost his mind.
Don't dally, Marple.
We have a busy night ahead of us.
Ladies and gentlemen, our D.
V.
For tonight Jack the Ripper's latest victim: Jennifer.
[All applauding.]
What's a D.
V.
? Designated Victim.
Lucky Jennifer.
It's a featured role.
But we still have a chance, Wade.
We are tarts, and that is who the Ripper kills.
This is all a game? No.
The Ripper's actually killing people.
Come on, you didn't really think [exclaims.]
Wade was just funning with you.
You almost fell for it.
[All laughing.]
Oh, my God.
Dr.
Dunhill.
He's coming over here.
Hello.
You enjoying your stay at the Park? It's fabulous.
Yeah.
Great.
Good.
I hope that we see more of each other.
Who is that he's talking with now? (Erin) Dr.
Bolivar.
He's the Senior Director.
He runs the whole park.
The top of the fiber is slightly soiled.
The base is pristine.
Jolly Jack has just had new carpets in his home or office.
Care to look? Can we let that go for now, and will you talk to me? And then there's this shoe cast.
Note it's recently been half-soled.
I want you to contact every cobbler in the area.
Get them to prepare a list of recent customers with Size 11 feet.
All right.
Professor Marple, will you please stop this affectation of calling me Professor? It is most irritating.
What is the matter with you, man? Ever since you saw that murdered girl, you've been acting as if you're shell-shocked.
I myself am worn to the nub.
[Clock chiming.]
This is a dreadful business, this.
Quite dreadful.
And there's something wrong here.
Something I can't put my finger on.
That's an interesting watch.
May I see it? Certainly not.
You've seen it every day for years.
[Exhales.]
That's better.
I seem to have acquired my second wind.
Go put on the kettle.
It's going to be a long, long night.
Now, let's have a look at this one here.
[Crickets chirping.]
Jeez! Don't scare me like that.
Will you get a grip? You're takin' this Ripper thing too seriously.
I thought you were going back to the dorm.
[Horse neighs.]
Yeah, I was.
L I left my PERCOM back in the lounge.
Will you walk with me? Yeah.
Come on.
Hey, mister.
[Children chattering.]
(children) Please.
[Continue chattering.]
Give me this.
Sir.
I'm very sorry.
(Trevor) Let me go.
Not until you give me back what you swiped from me last night.
That gizmo's worth a lot to you.
It's some kind of timer, isn't it? Not very sophisticated technology.
Those microchips are strictly last year.
You took it apart? And put it back together.
Marple.
Marple! Don't waste your breath.
You'll never catch him.
Those Whitehall boys know every back street.
By way of consolation, have a scone.
[Professor exclaims.]
Ah, Doyle.
The Chief Inspector and I were just on our way to see you.
What, no salutation for Marple? Forgive me, Marple.
Good morning.
Morning.
That arrived at the Yard by first post, Mr.
Doyle.
What do you make of it? "Jack be nimble, Jack be quick but I won't use a candlestick "My blade gleams silver in the light another flower plucked tonight" "Cheers.
Jolly Jack.
" Gentlemen, I would advise you strongly to redouble your patrols in the Whitehall area tonight.
Jolly Jack is not one to make idle threats.
[Professor grunts.]
(Wade) It sounds like they've got the Professor brainwashed.
What do they have to gain by immersing him in some stupid murder-mystery game? It's some kind of mental health therapy.
It's scary.
The Professor is gone.
You look into his eyes, he's not there.
He's a stranger.
We'll get him back, buddy, no matter what it takes.
Whatever they've done to him they can undo.
Listen, you really think the kid's gonna give you back the timer? "Sell" is more like it.
He knows how bad we want it.
I just hope he hasn't fouled it up messing around with it.
How much time you figure we have left? We slide tomorrow night.
If we're lucky.
[Music playing.]
[Audience cheering.]
(Wade) And to think I actually dreamed of being in show business.
My feet are killing me.
[Wade sighs.]
[Piano playing.]
Wade, listen to this.
"I can't wait till you're in my arms tonight.
"Church Street, Abbey Road, 10:00.
Jolly Jack.
" I'm a D.
V.
Tonight.
A featured player.
A Designated Victim.
[Both chuckle.]
It's a little creepy, but, uh, congratulations, I guess.
I'd say "break a leg," but I guess in your case, it's more "knock 'em stiff.
" Hey, hang onto that for me, would you? I want to put it in my scrapbook.
I better get going.
I don't want to keep Jack the Ripper waiting.
[Gasping.]
[Erin screaming.]
[Man whispering.]
Come back here, boy.
[Grunts.]
It all happened so fast, Q-Ball.
I grabbed him and then the lights went out.
So you didn't get a good look at his face? No.
This murder's no joke, huh? I wish it was.
Wade, where have you been? We've been worried sick.
Waiting for you guys at the employee lounge.
You never showed.
How is Erin's performance going? She's not Pull yourself together, man.
You're acting as if you've never seen a dead body before.
The cuts are deep and decisive.
They were made with a surgical knife.
Jolly Jack has a medical background.
She was so happy.
We We were joking about her getting killed.
This can't be happening.
Who delivered the rose? I don't know.
It was there when we came off stage.
How did Erin know it was for her? It was in her station.
L Look.
Her name was on the note.
No, it's not.
The killer must have seen her right before the show.
I was sitting there until just before curtain.
She asked me to change.
She was superstitious.
That was supposed to be me.
We've got to call in the police.
There's a madman loose in the Park.
(Reed) We can't, sir.
We can't put the patients at risk that way.
The consequences might be tragic.
Dr.
Dunhill, a girl is dead.
Our patients are some of this country's greatest minds.
To put their recoveries at risk over this civvie worker would be reckless and irresponsible.
Careers are at stake here.
This case appears to have taken your fancy, Marple.
I can seldom recall you voluntarily giving up a decent night's sleep.
The fibers from the two crime scenes match.
Indeed.
But they could have been tracked there by any number of feet in common to both crime scenes.
Scotland Yard.
Bobbies.
You suspect one of them is the killer? It is hard to avoid that conclusion, but it is not the only one to be drawn.
Consider these shoe impressions.
Three sets common to both crime scenes, including our old friend, Size 11, with a new half-sole.
And this, unique to last night.
A heavy-set man, I would judge, by the depth of that impression.
But I do not recall seeing anyone at last night's crime scene, that I had not seen at the crime scene the night before.
Your conclusions, Marple.
Quick.
These strange prints belong to the real killer.
Real killer? There were two different victims killed by differing hands.
Ergo, two killers.
Consider the two letters sent to Scotland Yard.
Identical handwriting.
Now look at the note sent with the rose to the dressing room.
Different handwriting.
Two different killers.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Something's wrong here.
I'm missing something.
Yes.
There was no smell of blood at the first murder scene.
It is quite impossible to mistake that coppery smell once you've experienced it.
Why was there no smell of blood at the first murder scene? First murder? Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.
I recall reading about another murder.
Yes.
The first Ripper murder.
Why don't I recall any details about it? In fact, I can't seem to remember anything that happened beyond two days ago.
My mind's a blank.
What is happening to me? What is happening to me? You're just exhausted.
Maybe the seven-percent solution is finally taking its toll.
I'll get your tea.
Yes, yes.
That's all right.
I'll just take a little nap and then I'll go over to Scotland Yard.
I've a few questions I intend to ask Inspector Reed.
(Reed) Mr.
Doyle, what brings you out so early? I need to see copies of your scene-of-crime and field reports relating to the Ripper killings.
I don't have time for that.
There's a killer loose.
That is precisely why you should make time.
You seem reluctant to cooperate.
Should I talk to the Chief Inspector? All right.
All right.
But I'm on my way out.
I'll have the reports dropped to your rooms.
Excellent.
Oh, Inspector, what is your shoe size? Eleven.
Why do you ask? (Professor) Coachman, drive on.
That pocket watch helps keep the Professor in his alternate reality.
It's like the override gets a recharge every hour, when he looks at his watch.
You've only got a few hours to figure it out.
Yeah.
Then again, you'll have about 29 years if we miss the slide.
God, I wish he was Reginald Doyle.
Maybe he could catch this monster.
[Grunts.]
That's him! [Exclaims.]
Hey! Let him go! [Man grunts.]
(Rembrandt) We're on it! (Quinn) What are you, some kind of freak? Park Security.
Let go of me.
There's a park-wide alert out on that kid.
He's to be picked up on sight.
Kind of rough treatment for a juvenile pickpocket.
That kid's a fracture.
Some kind of boy genius that's gone psychotic.
He's dangerous.
I ought to run you in for interfering.
I talked to the kid yesterday.
He's no more psychotic than I am.
No wonder he fought so hard to get away.
I know what it's like when the cops are on you and you've done nothing.
Pretty damn scary and lonely place to be.
Hey, got any loose change for a starving orphan? (Quinn) No.
Sorry.
Come on, give me some pocket money.
(Quinn) Run along kid.
Go on.
Beat it.
Well, hose you then.
(Quinn) Guys, listen to this.
"I know who the Ripper is.
"Bring Reginald Doyle to the back of the blacksmith's shop "right after dark.
You'll get your gizmo back if you help me.
" Could be a con.
You know, setting you up to get rolled.
I say we go.
What have we got to lose, right? It's worth a shot.
All we gotta do is convince Reginald Doyle.
Orange alert, Sector Eight.
Full alert.
(Professor) Very good of you to give a helping hand to a boy in trouble, Marple, though I very much doubt whether he can identify Jack the Ripper.
By the way, I now understand why you spend so much time in Liverpool.
What is the name of this delightful young lady? Wade Wells.
[Chuckles.]
This is just too weird.
You're tellin' me? You know, uh, a police escort is all very well, but, uh, hardly necessary, unless, of course, the boy really did see the murderer.
I say, wouldn't that be droll? If this slip of a boy could solve the crime before the great Reginald Doyle? [Carriage clattering.]
Now, what idiot drives at that speed in fog like this? (Quinn) He's gonna run us over! [Coachman yelling.]
My ankle.
[Heaving.]
It really hurts.
Is it broken, Marple? Sprained, I think.
Can you walk? I can shuffle.
I saw the Scotland Yard crest on the coach door.
Someone must have known we were looking for the boy.
Someone inside the Yard.
That explains why the police are after the kid.
The killer's high enough up to give the order.
This is an extraordinary business.
You must find the boy at once.
He's in grave danger.
Yeah, but he asked for you.
This business will have put him to flight.
You must find him.
I shall be best employed in my room seeing how this new piece of the puzzle fits on the board.
By your leave, Miss Wells.
Excuse me.
[Grunting.]
[Door creaks.]
[Panting.]
(Trevor) Over here.
[Horse trotting.]
[Horse neighing.]
He tried to kill you.
I saw the whole thing.
Who is he? Promise first that if you don't catch him, you'll take me with you.
I don't follow you.
Take you with us where? Through the mouse hole this thing opens.
You didn't think I'd figure it out, did you? You jump into other dimensions.
Look Trevor.
Trevor, we have some serious problems.
This timer was just one of them.
Now, your life is in danger.
Tell me who the killer is.
I couldn't see his face.
It was too dark.
But I saw his shoes.
That's it? Shoes? Not enough to catch him, huh? Well, I guess you're gonna have to take me with you.
Those other people, they're jumpers, too? Sliders.
Yeah.
Even, uh, Mr.
Doyle? Well, that's another one of our problems.
He's not really Reginald Doyle.
No duh.
They scanned him, huh? You tell me.
They override his personality with some kind of brain scan? This stuff is Neuroscience 101.
Humor me, all right? Okay.
The brain reaches stress thresh.
Fractures.
Useless, right? So the neuroscientists started manipulating the hypothalamus.
They're looking for a way to manage stress.
Anyways, long story short, they figured out a way to erase the hard drive up here.
Override it with a new personality, let the brain rest and recharge.
Then restore the original.
Good as new.
You're a fracture? I'm a kid.
I work a 100-hour week just like everybody else.
But kids get to go to the park for a month once a year and play.
[Horse neighing.]
[Gasps.]
(Rembrandt) Q-Ball? You get it? Got it.
All right.
(Professor) That cold compress should bring the swelling down.
[Sighing.]
[Exhales.]
That's very odd.
Must have shattered in the fall.
[Door opening.]
I didn't hear you come in, Mr.
Doyle.
A messenger delivered this a bit ago.
Excellent.
Excellent.
That will be all.
Good.
Reed's scene-of-the-crime reports.
What is it? Tell Marple I'm going to Scotland Yard to confront Jolly Jack.
Tell him to bring his pistol.
Professor, wait.
You shouldn't go alone.
[Door closes.]
[Knocking on door.]
Mr.
Doyle.
I suppose you're looking for Inspector Reed.
Yes, I imagine you do.
As you may surmise, I have solved the Ripper murders.
Well done, Doyle.
Don't keep me in suspense.
Who's our Jolly Jack? Inspector Reed's scene-of-crime reports helped fill in the final blanks.
The handwriting, when compared with that of the Ripper's notes, was conclusive proof.
Reed? I can't believe it.
Neither can I.
(Professor) Despite the rather elaborate lengths that you went to, to make sure that I did.
Reed did write the first two notes.
But the third, the one attached to the single rose, that was in a different hand.
I took the liberty of comparing it with the police files to see if I could come up with a match.
The handwriting was yours, Chief Inspector.
Doyle, I won't take offense because of our longstanding relationship, but this is outrageous.
There was only one murder and you committed it.
The other was an elaborate charade, designed for what purpose I do not yet know.
I'm sure that when we match your shoes to the impressions I took at the scene of the real murder, they will match.
You're not feeling well, are you, Doyle? Yes.
No.
(Professor) No.
You you you tried to frame Reed.
You you you tried to run me down tonight.
You knew about the boy.
Why am I feeling so strange? What is happening? [Exclaims.]
You haven't been looking at your watch, have you? Your override is slipping, Professor.
[Screaming.]
Professor? My name is Doyle! And you are, the fiend.
Hardly the fiend, Professor.
[Knocking on door.]
(Quinn) Wade.
Wade! Open the door.
Thank God.
The Professor solved the case.
He's gone after Jack the Ripper.
It's Reed.
My God.
What did he say? He said that he went to Scotland Yard, and that the Inspector was the Ripper and for you to bring your pistol.
You have a pistol? I wish you did.
All right.
Lock the door behind us.
Wade, take this.
If we're not back in time, slide without us.
These drugs will help you tell the truth, Professor.
[Clicks.]
Now, who else have you told about me? Marple has my notes.
He'll put it together.
Umm, Miss Wells, she will tell Quinn as soon as he gets back to my rooms.
R-R-Rembrandt [groaning.]
Will help them.
Rembrandt, Quinn, and Miss Wells? I think your real personality is struggling for dominance, Professor.
Now, who are Rembrandt, Quinn, and Miss Wells? Doyle is the killer? Prof.
Arturo? (Dr.
Bolivar) I know it's shocking.
He's had a complete breakdown.
He's confessed to everything.
Now he's babbling on about a second killing he may have committed tonight.
He could be delusional.
He's named two accomplices.
Quinn Mallory and Rembrandt Brown.
I want them taken at once.
Absolutely.
I'll put security on full alert.
It's locked.
Let me use my key.
(Quinn) Professor! Professor? Professor.
[Groaning.]
(Professor) Stop him.
He's after Miss Wells.
The Chief Inspector.
Chief Inspector? It's Bolivar, not Reed.
You've gotta get Wade.
I'll see if I can break this override.
(Quinn) We'll meet at the music hall.
Who is it? (Dr.
Bolivar) Dr.
Bolivar.
There's been a tragedy.
Prof.
Arturo's badly hurt.
Finally, we have our date.
[Grunting.]
(Dr.
Bolivar) You disappointed me last time.
Your friend was very little sport.
I had to rush.
I couldn't enjoy myself.
We have lots of time, pretty Wade.
[Heaves.]
[Dr.
Bolivar grunts.]
[Dr.
Bolivar exclaims.]
(Dr.
Bolivar) You know there's nowhere to run.
There's nowhere else to run.
Don't make this any harder on yourself.
Listen to me.
Now, your boss has flipped out.
He's the Ripper.
You've gotta believe me.
Your friend, the Professor, has already confessed.
Now turn around and put your hands behind your back.
Do it.
The Ripper's after Miss Wells! [Reed grunts.]
Follow me.
Where are we, Mr.
Mallory? On our way out, Mr.
Doyle.
Doyle? Uh, Professor.
Are you losing your marbles, my boy? [Exclaims.]
[Wade gasping.]
[Dr.
Bolivar exclaims.]
[Wade screams.]
[Dr.
Bolivar exclaiming.]
[Dr.
Bolivar grunting.]
That's enough.
Thank God.
Sedate him.
No.
Bolivar was trying to kill me.
I captured her.
Her friend Arturo's already confessed.
(Trevor) Then why did he have this? I saw him kill that girl.
I saw his shoes.
Those shoes.
(Quinn) His shoes will match the impressions that the Professor made at the rear of the murder scene.
And his handwriting will match the note on the card that he delivered to his victim.
He's a fracture, Reed, and he tried to frame you for the murder.
Will somebody please tell me what on Earth is going on? We'll explain it on the next world.
We slide in five seconds.
Now, now, just a damn minute.
Nobody moves until I sort this whole thing out.
[Electronic beeping.]
[Whooshing.]
You sure you want to come with us, Trevor? I know I promised you, but I can't promise to bring you home.
It'll mean leaving your family, all your friends behind.
Nah.
I'd miss my folks too much, and I've still got two weeks left to play.
I'd like to go.
Maybe I'll build my own jumper-slider gizmo one day.
I'll bet you can.
Just make sure of your home coordinates.
One day I'm gonna come find you guys.