Time After Time

My name is H.G. Wells.

I discovered that my friend John is Jack the Ripper.

He's escaped from 1893 in my time machine,

and I'm the only one who can catch him.

I'm obliged to take you back to Scotland Yard.

I'm not going anywhere.

I've yet to begin in this age.

Jane Walker, assistant curator.

So, really, who are you?

I'm certain you won't believe the answer to that question.

What if I can prove to you that I'm telling the truth?

- Are you really H.G. Wells? - Flesh and blood.

I find you, Jane Walker, particularly special.

I must find my friend.

He's killed many women in London, and now he's killed again.

He wants the key... this key.

- You don't belong in this time. - Do it.

Do it!

Jane? Jane?

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Hello, Mr. Wells. I'm Vanessa.

I'm your great-great-granddaughter.

How can I possibly be related to you?

I've never met you before in my life.

But I've met you in my life.

That's impossible.

So is time travel, but here you are.

I have to find John. He will kill her.

He would have done that already.

He wants something.

What is it, Mr. Wells? Is it the key?

How do you know about the key?

Please.

They're gone.

Come with me and I will help you find them.

What are you doing?

- Stop. - Get off me.

Get off me! You can't do this.

- Get back here. - Wait, stop it. Stop.

He will kill her.

I must find Jane.

Vanessa will be right with you.

You said you would help me find Jane. How?

- You've been hurt. You should sit down. - No, no, I'm fine.

Jane is all I care about right now.

Please, let me look at that.

We are wasting time.

You can't do anything if you bleed to death.

Let me help you.

You don't want this to get infected.

Searched Jane Walker's apartment.

I have her laptop, purse, and cellphone.

- And your things. - Why do you have her belongings?

He'll want to make contact.

This will be his easiest route.

Did you find the key?

No.

It's in my possession.

Where it will stay.

And that controls the time machine?

It controls who has the time machine.

I designed it for safety.

The machine always returns to the starting date of each voyage

unless you have this key to override it.

So if he gets the key in the time machine,

he can go anywhere and kill anyone.

And I will never be able to find him.

Is the time machine safe?

It's being guarded at the museum.

Please, he will kill her.

No, not if he wants the key.

How do you know me?

You said that we were related. How is that possible?

I was hoping you might have some answers.

I've traced my genealogy, but I can't find a genetic connection.

You said that we've met before.

My freshman year in college,

I was walking on campus.

You came running up to me, out of breath, in a hurry,

and said that you were H.G. Wells.

I thought you were crazy.

The whole thing sounds crazy.

But then you said you were my great-great-grandfather.

It was insane. You were rambling.

You told me about the time machine, Jack the Ripper.

You spoke of the key and a woman in danger.

None of this makes any sense.

That's what I said.

Then you handed me a letter. You...

said for me to find the time machine.

I wrote you a letter?

No, you wrote you a letter.

You knew you wouldn't believe you either.

It's my handwriting.

"It's true, H.G., don't be daft.

"Believe it. H.G."

I wrote this, but...

This symbol, what does it mean?

I've researched it, but there's no record of it.

Why didn't I write more?

And where did John take Jane?

Details would be very handy right now.

I have to find her.

Don't worry, we will.

Going somewhere, dear?

Sit you back down over here, shall we?

You feisty little bugger.

Right.

What is your telephone number?

Why?

Because I need to have a little at with your new beau.

I don't...

Herbert George Wells, remember him?

He has something that I want,

and I have something that he wants.

I need your telephone number.

How do you know he has my phone?

Well, he's naive and pathetic. He's not stupid. Your number.

I'm not gonna help you.

Thought that's what you might say.

I'd like you to meet our very gracious hostess,

Julia Milton.

Her friends call her Jules.

28, single, from Richmond, Virginia,

currently working as a fashion consultant with Macy's

where she makes a staggering

$165,000 a year.

Isn't that mad?

Did you know this apartment costs $8,000 a month?

I mean, th-th-the economics of this period are just absurd.

Now, I really, really think

it's time you made that call, don't you?

Blocked caller.

This could be him.

Now, you need to talk to him, but don't mention us.

He doesn't know you have help. It's our best weapon against him.

Hello?

You don't have to shout, H.G.

You can speak at a decent room level.

Where's Jane?

She's right here.

Go on, say hello.

I'm here. I'm fine.

If you harm her in any way...

Dear God, H.G.,

the role of hero's really not in your arsenal, is it?

- I mean it, John. - Yes, of course you do.

Now, I want the key to the time machine.

Meet me at the bridge in Central Park tomorrow at noon.

Key gets you Jane.

Where is Central Park?

Oh, you're a clever bunny, you'll figure it out.

No police, just you.

Alone.

Key or Jane dies.

Ahh!

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It's okay.

- We have to hurry. - Where is he?

I hit him over the head. He's unconscious.

Come on.

He's gonna wake up. Stop, he's gonna wake up.

No, no, no.

Shh.

Okay, okay, come on past.

Please don't wake up.

The stairs will be faster.

- Come here! - Ahh!

Ah, ah, I wouldn't do that.

Walk out that door, and she's dead.

Please.

Are you sure you want to know?

They're my books.

Yeah, but you haven't written them yet.

If you read them now, won't it affect what you write?

Or will it inform what I write?

Hell if I know.

Me neither, I'm afraid.

Has there been any word on Jane Walker's whereabouts?

John was calling from a burner phone,

which makes it harder to trace.

I have no idea what that means.

It means it will take more time to find his location.

Right.

And where is Central Park?

We still have some time.

Let me get Ms. Anders for you.

- Hey, Carl, how you doing? - All right.

Hello, there.

I'm Griffin Monroe.

Herbert George Wells. Pleasure.

I'm sorry... what did you say your name was again?

Hey. Honey.

- Hi. - Good morning.

Has there been any news regarding Ms. Walker?

Nothing yet.

- Doug? - Right this way.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Who's that? - You didn't get my message?

- When did you send the message? - I texted you this morning.