Sliders

Professor!

Ah! Got you.

Look out.

Oh!

Man, I scuffed my new boots.

Where the devil are we this time?

Hey.

What's that noise?

Are those lights moving?

We're in a subway tunnel!

That's a train!

Go! Move!

Move it! Go!

We're going to make it!

Hey, guys!

Rembrandt!

Got to pull.

Please, man.

Wade, the laces!

They're knotted!

Come on. Untie them!

Stop! Get out!

Attention, please.

This is the daily 10:00 power blackout for Sector 47.

Service will resume in 30 minutes.

Thank you.

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?

Wow. Look at that. Gas is $410 a gallon.

At least they pump it for you.

Bit steep for full service.

But I don't see cars.

Maybe they banned 'em from downtown.

I don't care what they banned as long as it isn't food, huh?

Hey, my man.

How much for a hot dog with chili and cheese?

What are you, a comedian?

What'll it be, green or yellow?

Geomash? What is that?

What planet are you from?

Uh, sir, do you know where we could get a hot dog?

In the dictionary.

You know, it seems like every world we go to,

we have trouble with the food.

Do you know what would happen if I ate that stuff?

I have a very sensitive digestive tract.

Look, the plate on that Rolls says "Crying Man."

Rembrandt Brown.

Mmm.

I can't believe it. "The Crying Man" in person.

Variety said you were in Europe on tour.

Listen, I've got a little proposition for you.

Interested in hearing it?

Well, uh, yeah.

Well, either it's a slow news day

or nobody reads on this world.

This is the entire paper.

"Congress puts horses on the endangered species list."

You know, you're even more gorgeous in the flesh.

That's, uh, awfully nice of you.

Could you wait right here just for a moment?

Hey, guys, this woman is a huge fan of my double

and the woman is loaded.

Now dig this. She wants to fly me to L.A. in her private jet

and buy me lunch at a 5-star restaurant.

And of course you said no.

Well...

How long till we slide?

32 hours.

Well, I say go for it. Carpe diem, Mr. Brown.

All right.

Just be back at the Dominion before the slide.

How very male of you.

You know, that paper also said

this world is running low on natural resources.

I wonder why?

Where the devil is San Angeles?

Incredible.

San Francisco is just a neighborhood on this world.

The city of San Angeles spreads from here to L.A.

No wonder they're running out of stuff.

Good heavens, a union of Los Angeles and San Francisco?

It goes against the laws of nature.

What about this one?

Yeah, yeah, they were just here asking for a hot dog.

That's them getting on that tram over there.

Guys, guys, let's go. Let's go!

What the devil's going on?

Come on, this way.

Duck, professor!

Great. This is a dead end.

Sliders. Welcome to San Angeles.

My God. Max?

Sorry about the guns.

Sometimes, my guards get a little overzealous.

Yeah, you should talk to them about that.

Logan, how exactly did you track our wormhole?

It's not the wormhole I track,

but the objects traveling through it.

I developed an 8-dimensional echoing process

that resonates whenever a photon trail

is created between dimensions.

Photons. Of course.

Of course.

This is incredible.

To actually meet people from another dimension.

Miss Saint Clair.

How is it that you know my name?

Was my double associated with this project?

Actually, he was.

I didn't know him that well. He was kind of a loner.

He died two nights ago.

See, we haven't perfected sliding yet,

and apparently he couldn't wait.

He attempted a slide anyway.

He did?

How odd.

I guess.

Anyway, that's really all I know.

The company is keeping a tight lid on it.

This way.

So do you run into your doubles on every world you go to?

Not always.

Yeah. And some of the ones we have met, we wish we hadn't.

I can't believe you've been sliding from world to world

for the past 2 years.

Yes, well, we, uh, didn't really intend it to be that way.

I opened the vortex early

on another dimension before the timer reached zero.

The early access corrupted the program

and erased our home coordinates.

Logan Saint Clair.

It's a bio-thermal security scanner.

It reads a person's unique body heat pattern.

Come on.

Quinn Mallory.

A far cry from your basement lab, Mr. Mallory.

Prototronics is committed to perfecting sliding.

The one to the right is the trail of your wormhole.

What's the blue one?

It's a wormhole from one of my probes.

It's re-entering our dimension now.

This is unusual.

Most of the time these things land hundreds of miles away.

And everything that goes in comes back burned to a crisp.

Everything? Including my double?

You know, Logan, the burning could be a function

of incorrect re-entry portal coordinates.

And the random return could be

a problem with the gyroscope in the spectrum stabilizer.

What about our problem?

Can this stuff get us home?

Quinn, if you'll help me fix this equipment

so my probes don't burn up on re-entry,

I'll let you use the lab to try to get yourself home.

You got a deal.

You know, Monique,

I'm kind of at a disadvantage 'cause I don't know anything about you.

There's not much to know.

My father made a fortune inventing the paperless toilet.

Paperless toilet?

Well, how exactly would you use a...

Never mind.

Rembrandt.

Would it be too forward if I invited you

back to my place for a dip in my hot tub?

That sounds like a plan.

All right, I ordered for us.

I got them to make your favorite dish.

How do you know what my favorite dish is?

I'm your number one fan.

I know everything about you.

And this place makes the best frog sweetbreads in San Angeles.

Go ahead.

Would you excuse me? I'll be right back.

Hey, "Crying Man." Elston Diggs.

- I'm a big fan of yours! - Mmm-hmm.

Hey, can you do me a favor? Sign that for me.

Yo, thanks, man.

This is going to be worth a whole lot of green when you're dead.

Men's room?

Oh, use the one with paper.

It--it's $5, but there's no line.

Say, Monique, you sure live dangerous, girl.

What are you doing hangin' out with "The Crying Man"?

I'm doing more than hanging with him, Diggs.

We're engaged.

You wanted to see me, Adrian?

Security found something on the scanner I thought you should see.

Your heat imprint is on the left.

Mallory's is on the right.

Oh, my God.

He is me.

Do you think we'll get him to solve our problems before he leaves?

I don't know. He slides tomorrow.

Maybe he won't.

You're his twin, Logan.