Time After Time

My name is H.G. Wells.

My friend John is Jack the Ripper.

He's escaped from 1893 in my time machine,

and I am the only one who can catch him.

I know things about you

that you don't even know about yourself.

Like the fact that you have a son. In Paris.

- Henry Ayers. - Impossible.

You asked me if I believe in fate.

Oh, I believe very much so

that this moment was destined to happen.

I understand you went to my childhood home.

We did overhear your father talk about his work.

Project Utopia?

I don't know of any Project Utopia.

Griffin, your sister's here.

Brooke. What in the hell are you doing here?

John escaped.

Griffin: What happened? You were supposed to keep him locked up.

I know you.

Good Lord. What are you looking at?

Jane: This is actual footage from World War I.

It's man versus machine.

It's not war. It's slaughter.

Why would John go to such a time?

What was so important in Paris on March 30, 1918?

Could you open up that map again?

All we know so far

is that he landed at Bois De Boulogne Park.

And he could have gone anywhere from there.

Be impossible to find.

What was happening on that day?

It was toward the end of World War I.

The Germans had a new artillery weapon

called the Paris Gun.

They hid it in the countryside

and fired it into the city at random.

Despicable.

Innocent people struck down at any moment.

You said John spent a year in Paris at medical school?

Yes, but that was years earlier, in 1890.

Did he have any friends or family there?

Not that I recall.

Except, no, there was a... there was an English woman

who worked at the medical school.

Uh... Oh, what's her name?

Pauline. Pauline Ayers.

He boasted that they were lovers,

but then it ended when he went back to London.

That's something.

What's this?

It's her genealogy.

Pauline was only in Paris a few years,

moved back to England,

worked at a hospital in Stockport,

died in 1914 of Spanish Flu.

Pauline had a son born in 1891.

Henry Ayers. Mother, Pauline.

Father...

John Stevenson.

Whoa.

Impossible. John never spoke of a son.

Maybe he didn't know.

But a-a woman would tell a man such a thing.

So she had her reasons.

She easily could have kept it from him.

So how did he find out?

You can find anything on the Internet today.

Henry Ayers.

He was a doctor in the Royal Army Medical Corps,

9th Battalion.

He was stationed in Paris, killed in action on...

March 30, 1918.

That's it, then.

John's gone back to Paris to save his son's life.

I found some coats for Jane

and some currency for you to take.

Ah, excellent. Thank you.

- You're welcome. - How's Griffin?

Oh, John did a number on him, but he's with the doctor now.

He'll be fine.

Do you know where you're going, exactly?

Uh, Captain Henry Ayers was stationed

at the RAC field office in Paris.

He was part of the deployment from Paris to Saint Quentin in the north.

At 11:00 a.m. March 30th,

the motorized transport carrying Henry got underway.

Shortly after,

it was destroyed by German artillery bombardment

just outside the city limits.

All men were lost.

John will try to stop Henry from getting on that transport.

That's what we have to prevent.

You're gonna stop a man from saving his son?

As cruel as it sounds, if his son survives,

there's no foretelling the damage it would cause.

Vanessa: H.G. is right.

The time ripples it could cause would be devastating.

I will find him and bring him back.

John must pay for his actions in this world,

and I will see to it.

Uh, Vanessa, did you discover

anything more about Project Utopia?

No, I've been through my parents' papers,

the corporate archives.

There's no mention of it.

But I reached out to a colleague of my father's.

I'm gonna go see him.

He was the head of research in the early years,

so he may know something.

Do you think I could get away with this in Paris?

Uh, you're not going.

Trust me, you'll want me there.

Je parle Français. I spent a semester there.

I know the city inside-out.

But 1918 is a time of war.

Which is exactly why you need me.

No, it's too dangerous.

What kind of man would I be if I put a woman in such peril?

This woman can handle herself.

She's proven it more than once.

I'm well aware, but at the risk of sounding...

Like a sexist pig?

I've yet to oink, so I fail to understand the "pig" reference,

but what I was going to say is that as a man out of his time...

I went to the '80s. That wasn't a problem.

I simply must say no. That's final.

Now, Martin, we can't risk

further destabilization of the fourth dimension.

You'll sync the time machine to John's first jump

and send me back in real time?

You got it.

John landed in Paris at 6:00 a.m.

Exactly 2 hours and 17 minutes have passed since then.

Therefore, I will arrive at 8:17

and have approximately three hours to stop him.

Will that be enough time?

Henry's flat was just down the street from the RAC hospital.

My hope is that he didn't venture too far

in the hours before his deployment.

Jane.

Good luck.

I can't risk her life.

She will realize that.

Here, I was able to track this down for you.

What is this for?

Protection.

It's a 1915 semiautomatic, fully loaded.

I am not comfortable taking a gun.

Violence is not the option.

Well, then, use this to prevent it.

Against all better judgment.

Martin: Wait.

When do you want me to send the machine back for you?

12:00 noon. By then, I will have accomplished my mission...

or failed miserably, and all will be lost.

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- Londoner. -

- Is my accent that dreadful? -

I was just down at the Army hospital,

and they said this is where many of the doctors

come after their shifts.

Not for very much longer.

The Brits are moving north

to fight the Germans at Saint Quentin.

You don't happen to know a doctor

by the name of Henry Ayers, do you?

I'm an old friend.

I was hoping to bump into him before he left Paris.

Henry Ayers, huh?

You're friends with that scoundrel?

So I take it he's a bit sinister, yeah?

Oh, I could tell you some stories.

Henry: Margot!

Henry, my love!

- How about one last drink for the road? - Ohh!

Ohh!

Careful, he'll sucker you into paying for the round.

I'm Margot, by the way.

I am this lucky bloke's fiancée.

Henry Ayers. Pleased to meet you.

John.

Well, don't be rude. You don't recognize your friend?

It's quite all right.

I am cursed with a familiar face.

And I'm cursed to never forget them.

Are you sure we've met?

In all truth, no. No, we've not met.

But I've come to find you