My name is H.G. Wells.
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 going to kill one person every day...
- Jane? - ... until I get the time machine
with the key.
Where's Jane?
Key, or Jane dies.
She is his only leverage over you.
Why would he kill her?
He will kill her just to get back at me.
Let her go, John.
Slide it to me.
Damn it, Wells.
You truly are a ray of light, Miss Walker.
You got to start calling me Jane.
Right.
- Are you following me? - Man, I don't know you.
Authorities suspect arson
in an overnight apartment fire...
Microwave on high, three minutes.
I think that's a microwave.
In other news, police continue to search for the Key Killer,
who murdered a young woman
outside the popular nightclub Utopia last week.
It appears two more attacks may be related.
Both victims survived.
NYPD are currently following all...
Who are you?
John. Who are you?
I live here.
Oh, yes, Bella's roommate.
Yes, she said you were away on...
on business.
Now I'm back.
Where's Bella?
She's in bed.
Is that my suit?
Yes. Yeah, it's a little snug,
but otherwise, a nice fit.
What the hell?
Bella?
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Were you up all night with the movers?
Did you get any sleep?
There's just no time.
John has threatened to kill someone every day
until he gets what he wants.
There are no reports of any new victims.
And the time machine is safe here at my house.
- All right. - So now, can you fix it?
Uh, yes.
I believe so.
It'll take some time,
but it was worth it to keep John from escaping.
What's that?
Some type of crystal.
That is an alexandrite gemstone.
It focuses the light into a specific wavelength
that allows the machine to breach the fourth dimension.
It is the very heart and soul of the time machine.
Well, the important thing is that we find John
as soon as possible.
I have my team out looking.
Morning.
Hello.
Hi.
You look lovely.
Thank you.
Doug picked up some of my things from my apartment.
Oh.
Ms. Anders, thank you so much for letting me stay here.
- Your home is spectacular. - You're welcome.
The most important thing is that we keep you safe
until this is over.
- I'll look into what we talked about. - Yes. Thank you.
- So, how are you holding up? - I'm good.
Although, the museum's pretty freaked
that Vanessa moved the whole exhibit.
They have no idea what's going on.
I hope I didn't put your job in jeopardy.
No.
My boss is scared that Vanessa will sue for negligence,
so I told her that Vanessa needed me here
working on an inventory for the insurance claim.
Oh.
Remember, H.G. Wells is my responsibility.
Oh, I am?
Yes, you are.
- The exhibit, that is. - Right.
Listen, um...
with everything you've been through,
if at any point you want out,
you tell me. I'll understand.
Yeah.
It's been pretty intense the past couple days.
But I want to see this through.
I want to help you.
Oh.
Hello, this is Jane.
Hello, Miss Walker. How lovely to hear your voice.
Well, I can't say the same.
Well, that hurts...
especially after spending such quality time together.
- I remember it rather fondly. - What do you want?
I want the key and the time machine... now.
What do you plan on doing with it?
Hello, H.G.
Well, I don't know.
Perhaps I'll go somewhere
that would allow me the opportunity to change...
be a good little boy.
You see, I'm on a personal journey of self-enlightenment,
thanks to the eye-opening Miss Walker.
Very well. Come and get it.
I don't think so.
I shall call you with the exact location,
and you will have precisely five minutes
to travel to me with the machine and the key.
You want me to bring the time machine to you?
Yes.
I won't fall into one of your traps, H.G.
You won't fool me again.
Well, I can't oblige, John,
because the time machine is broken.
Oh, don't be ridiculous.
- He's telling the truth, John. - John?
Are we on a first-name basis?
I like that, Jane.
You saw me sabotage it yourself.
I saw some smoke and loose wires...
nothing the father of time travel can't remedy.
I will give you 12 hours to fix the machine.
Please don't hurt anyone.
I granted you life once, Jane,
due to my growing affection for you,
but it won't happen again.
You know how the saying goes...
one step forward, two steps back.
You have 12 hours before I kill again.
The clock starts now.
But I can't, J...
John?
H.G., Jane, this is Martin Scott.
He works in the innovation division at my company.
Mr. Scott.
I asked Vanessa to find someone to assist me in navigating
some of the, uh, finer points of 21st-century technology.
Mr. Wells, my background is in theoretical physics
- and quantum mechanics. - Oh.
It is a mind-blowing honor to meet you, sir.
I've read every book you've written
and seen every movie based on your work,
my favorite being "The Invisible Man"...
the Claude Rains 1933 version.
Movies, as in moving pictures?
In your time, it was a kinetoscope cinematic device.
- Ah. - It's evolved a lot since then.
Ms. Anders, your appointment is waiting.
I'll leave you to it, then.
Thank you.
Mr. Scott, this key...
currently controls where the time machine returns
after a journey.
I would like you to help me change that.
I wish to ensure the time machine returns
directly to this ballroom once John Stevenson is inside.
Can I see your control board?
Yes, you, uh, you may.
- Hi. - Hey, baby.
- You look nervous. - No, not at all.
Okay, maybe a little bit.
You're so cute.
Well, I'm still not used to giving interviews.
I thought you said this was a fluff piece.
It is, but this reporter
has a reputation for being somewhat of a snake.
- Well, if it's good for the campaign... - No, I know. But...
I signed up for this. You didn't.
It means a lot to me that you're doing this.
And you mean a lot to me.
- Let's do this. - Okay.
She's waiting for us.
I'm so excited you both agreed to this interview.
Well, we love your magazine.
I'll start with a question on everyone's mind...
after two years of dating,
any talk of formalizing things?
Somebody's looking for a scoop.
One of the most powerful businesswomen in the world
and a decorated war veteran running for senator.
It could be the wedding of the year.
We don't really think of ourselves as a power couple.
But you are.
Your mutually beneficial partnership
has certainly lifted your public profile.
Well, that's not why Griffin and I are together.
Well, let's talk about something else.
- Like Vanessa's philanthropy. - Yes.
And you do so with very little publicity.
Why maintain such a low profile?
Well, I've always been a private person.
I believe our actions speak for themselves.
The equations you used
to calculate the subatomic compression rate
necessary to breach the fourth dimension
were... super complicated,
but I think I've got them all inputted into the computer.
So much information at the very touch of your fingertips.
I never could've imagined such a device.
But you did.
You called it a "world brain,"
- a "world Encyclopedia" or... - Ah, ah.
He hasn't written the "World Brain" yet.
Sorry.
Well, perhaps this is the exact moment I got the idea.
Shall we test out the machine?
Would you like to do the honor?
Brilliant.
That's brilliant. John will think the key still controls the time machine.
Let's have a go, then, shall we?
What are you doing?
I'm not going anywhere.
This is just a test to see if it's still functional.
What's wrong now?
Is that normal?
What is that?
- Excuse me for a second. - No, I'll go.
No, you stay here with Chase.
- What happened? - He was testing the ignition.
Are you all right?
I'm fine, I'm fine.
Oh.
What's wrong?
This gem is the heart of the temporal-distortion generator.
The surplus energy from the power surge has cracked it.
You can fix it, though, right?
No. I can't.
It's destroyed.
We'll never meet John's deadline now.
Oh, ah.
- Oh. - So sorry.
No, it's okay.
It's not your fault. I have carpal tunnel.
Ah.
Let me take a look at that for you.
Oh.
It's tender,
but everything's structurally in order.
Well,
I suppose I just need to stay off the computer, right?
So, are you a doctor or a yoga instructor?
Surgeon, actually.
I knew you were too good to be true.
Beg your pardon?
Looks, accent, charm, and a surgeon?
Oh, I know your type.
Brotherhood of the Insufferable Hero Complex.
Slice first, ask questions later.
Mm. That sounded much more charming in my head.
Hi. I'm Brooke. I'm a neuropathologist.
Obviously, I'm still trying to figure out my own brain damage.
Neurology?
I've always been fascinated.
It's an underrepresented speciality where I'm from.
Well, there's still so much we have to discover.
And so little we can do to fix what goes wrong.
- Hmm. - But of course,
great advancements have been made.
No, you were right the first time.
But I'm working on it.
Well, I fear humanity must wait a bit longer.
I would be honored to buy you a drink.
Can't we just get another one?
The alexandrite was mined in the Ural Mountains in the 1600s.
It was rare in 1893.
And it must be this exact size and cut.
It might not even exist now.
How does this stone allow for time travel?
The facets of the gemstone have been carefully cut
to reflect a beam of light
that allow the machine to pierce the very fabric of time.
You created the laser all the way back in the 1890s.
There's a gemologist I met through the museum.
We've used him to appraise antique jewelry for us.
If anyone can find an extinct Russian rock,
it's him.
The clock is ticking.
Doug, any word on John Stevenson?
He's using burner phones, then tossing them.
Impossible to trace.
I'm following the police investigation.
They don't have much yet.
Sam?
Sam's gone for groceries.
Where's my tea?
No, not Sam.
It's me.
It's Chad...
your son.
Mom, you know me.
Chad, you've come to see me.
Just for a few minutes.
Sam can't find me here.
Sam... h-he's getting groceries.
And he'll be back soon.
But I had to see you.
It's happening.
What's happening?
The time machine. H.G. Wells.
H.G. Wells.
He's in New York.
He's here now. He came in his time machine.
Are you sure it's really him?
- Did he bring the Ripper with him? - Yes.
They're both here.
It's all real, Mom, just as you said.
Then you can stop them.
There's still time.
Don't let them go back.
You can stop this all from happening.
Please, stop.
Okay, Mom, I will.
Just breathe.
I have to go, Mom.
It's important you not tell Sam I was here.
I love you, Mom.
Excuse me, sir, can I help you?
I was just, uh, wondering what all the noise was earlier.
Griffin. I was afraid you left.
No, no. The reporter left...
very confused. I'm still here.
I'm so sorry.
You've been apologizing a lot lately.
Instead, how about you tell me what's going on?
Ever since George arrived,
you've been canceling plans,
- making excuses... - No.
...you rush off in the middle of an interview
I-it took my staff weeks to set up.
- I'll call to reschedule. - No, that's not the point.
I didn't ask you to give that interview. You offered.
If you don't want to be a part of my campaign,
that's fine, just tell me.
- That's not it. - Then what is it?
Why can't you share with me what's really going on in your life?
I want to explain all of this to you,
but right now, I just need you to trust me.
Trust that I am making the right decisions for both of us.
I've been trusting you,
especially since George got here.
So, when are you gonna start trusting me, Vanessa?
- I do trust you, Griffin. - Baby...
what was it you said back there...
"Our actions speak for themselves"?
It's not that I don't see the appeal of surgery,
I just figured out very early on that I'd be terrible at it.
Oh, nonsense.
You have a surplus of talent.
The rest is just practice, repetition.
Oh, no.
No way.
What you do is a form of performance.
With my work, I spend most of my time thinking.
I wander in 1,000 different directions,
and then, only when I'm as ready as I'll ever be,
then I test.
Yes, but if you don't like how it goes,
you test a different way.
Step and repeat.
I don't get that luxury.
No, but you're completely in the moment.
You have a human being lying in front of you...
their body open, their heart beating.
It's...
Yes, you have your talent...
and your training,
but it's your instinct,
your courage of precision.
Mm. Surgery is primal.
I guess there is an addictive quality to it,
knowing that a life is in you hands.
There it is,
the hero complex I was talking about.
Sometimes I fear the drive to do what I do
doesn't always come from a place of heroism.
Where does it come from?
It's about power, isn't it?
Control.
Who lives, who dies.
Whoo.
Forgive me.
Hey, I know a lot of surgeons.
At least you're honest about it.
Most are too egotistical to truly see themselves.
The only reason our brains tell us we're flawed
is so that we find a way to be better.
Besides...
there's nothing wrong with the occasional...
evil thought.
Somewhere you have to be?
More like a deadline I've promised to keep.
Oh. Well...
thanks for the drink.
Leaving so soon?
You just said you have a deadline.
Something tells me I'm going to make it.
This isn't your fault.
Yes, it is... all of it.
I brought John here.
Every person he harms, it's my fault.
How were you supposed to know he was Jack the Ripper?
That's not the point.
He keeps killing people, and I can't stop him.
Every person he kills alters the future.
These people... they're not supposed to die now.
There's no telling the damage it's caused or what it's destroyed.
But you're here.
Aren't you altering the timeline?
Yes, and I shouldn't be.
Time travel is meant for observation only.
How can you be so sure of that?
We can talk science all day, but...
I don't think you could take fate and destiny
out of the equation.
I think you were always supposed to come to New York.
You and I were always supposed to meet.
Because if this is just a mistake in the fabric of time,
well, that would just suck.
That would suck.
I'm sorry, I am babbling so much.
No. No, no, no, never.
When I met you, um, I must admit,
I was first drawn to your beauty,
the way you light up by merely being.
And then, it was your kindness
that emerged as your most luminous feature.
But now I see that you are the sum of many parts,
with your mind leading the way.
I am completely blinded by you, Miss Walker...
Jane.
Sorry. Phone.
Yes, I see that.
It's my friend Paul.
He may be able to help us.
If Paul is right and he has the gemstone we need,
we should be back at the time machine within the hour.
I have long been fascinated
by mechanically propelled vehicles.
Turn left at the next light.
And it talks, too?
This is amazing.
I gather that the speed of the vehicle
is controlled by that first foot lever, there.
It's called a gas pedal.
The other one is the brake, for stopping.
Tell me, Doug, how long have you worked for Vanessa?
13 years.
I was head of security at her company for eight years,
then moved over to her personal detail for the last five.
Before that, I was an army boy.
Impressive.
I'll wait here.
You have my cell if you need me.
- Thank you, Doug. - Thank you.
Jane, how are you?
- It's good to see you. - Good to see you, too.
Um, Paul, this is my friend George. George, this is Paul.
- Hi, there. - Pleasure.
Everyone's gone for the night. It's just me.
This way.
Sorry to bother you, but I didn't know who else to call.
No problem.
I was hoping to hear from you someday.
- May I ask... what is this place? - It's the Gemology Institute.
Paul is a gemologist.
Well, I mainly work in trade now...
rare rocks and gemstones.
You know, Coldplay was at the Garden last week.
I thought about you.
- Really, Coldplay? - What is Coldplay?
Coldplay is a band.
They have this one album that we both really like.
You don't know Coldplay?
No, I'm sorry.
George is from London.
So is Coldplay.
So, you have the alexandrite gemstone?
Yeah. It's right up here.
You know, Jane, you look really good.
Thank you. So do you.
Crossfit.
I've really been working my core, you know,
upping my game at the gym.
Shall we continue?
Yeah.
I don't have many for you to choose from,
but please put the gloves on before you touch the stones.
Take a look at what's here.
There may be a few more in the safe.
- Is that the right size? - Uh...
well, it needs to be type 1 with high clarity...
like these.
Knock yourself out.
So, are you still at the museum?
I took a couple weeks off.
I'm doing some consulting at Vanessa Anders' foundation.
- Awesome. - Yeah.
- Is that what this is about? - Yeah.
- She's gonna cover all the costs. - Great.
So, uh, you and, um...
- George. - George, yes...
... a thing?
I'll stop flirting with you if it is.
Oh, I doubt that.
Excuse me?
George and I are...
- friends. - Thought so.
Uh, Paul, I am looking for something with a level-six tone.
Level six, got it.
I'll check the safe.
If it's not too much trouble.
I'm sorry about that.
Paul and I went out on a few dates.
I should've mentioned that before.
You went out with him?
You seem surprised.
He... he doesn't seem your type.
Really?
And what is my type?
Someone, uh,
a little less congratulatory.
Ignore him. He's just being a guy.
He completely lacks subtlety.
Well, perhaps it's all that crossfit.
We went out a couple times and nothing came out of it.
No sparks.
"Sparks?"
You know...
that electricity between two people.
That undefinable spark of attraction.
You must have felt it before. You've been married.
Yes, uh, I was married...
"was" being the operative word.
What went wrong?
Uh, Isabel never really understood me.
My passions to explore and discover,
they... they held no interest to her.
And we both knew it wasn't right.
And how does one find the right person?
Or do they find us?
Perhaps fate does indeed play a hand.
So, now you do believe in fate.
I know you had a lot on your plate today.
I really appreciate you coming back.
This is where I want to be, Vanessa.
I just... I want to know what's going on with you.
- Vanessa... - This isn't easy, Griffin.
Nothing about our relationship has been easy,
but I love you.
Whatever it is, I can handle it.
What if I told you that George...
is really H.G. Wells,
who traveled here in that time machine
that is now sitting in my ballroom?
I would say, "You've lost your damn mind."
Oh, my God, you're serious.
Y-you can't possibly believe this.
This is why I haven't told you.
Sweetheart, this guy is obviously playing you.
Are you giving him money?
This is a DNA and genealogy test.
I had it done on both of us.
The results are conclusive...
we are related.
You are a very wealthy woman.
People know about your preoccupation with H.G. Wells
and that you own the exhibit.
Now you have some punk pretending to be Wells
living in your home.
He's taking you for a ride.
- I'm gonna take care of this. - Don't.
I'm not gonna sit back and watch him make a fool of you.
I trusted you with this. Now I need you to trust me.
Vanessa, I'm really worried about you right now.
I don't know if I can.
I know why you're single.
Oh, yeah?
It's because you're a goddess searching for your equal,
and you'll settle for no less.
Mm.
Uh-oh.
Too intimate?
Did I discover another one of your issues?
Perhaps you did.
Well, then I guess I won't be asking you to stay the night.
Were you going to?
It would be out of character for me, but...
yes.
I was going to...
if your intimacy issues can handle it.
Well, I think they can handle it.
I'm gonna go make a drink.
Would you like one?
No, I'm good, but you help yourself.
I think I have what you're looking for.
Ah, thank you.
This is exactly what we need.
You just need to sign for it. Let me get the papers.
Thank you.
Well... your friend has redeemed himself.
Oh, good.
Did you hear that?
Paul? Is everything all right?
Paul!
Follow me, this way.
Go, go, go.
This way.
I know you're in here!
I know who you are, H.G. Wells.
I know all about your time machine.
I know about the Ripper, too.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Ow.
No, no, no.
Doug.
Who's the guy? I heard gunshots.
I-I don't know, but I have seen this man before.
He was following me.
You two need to get out of here. I got this.
Thank you.
Paul will cooperate.
I'll pay for the damage, and he'll keep quiet.
Paul's a good guy. We can trust him.
I still do not understand
why that man was trying to kill me.
How did he know me and the Ripper?
All these years, I thought I was the only one
who knew you'd come to New York.
Could he be someone I have yet to encounter?
Perhaps I met him in my future, but his past.
That wouldn't explain why he wanted to shoot you.
Doug has a contact at the police department.
He'll call when they ID the body.
It's Martin.
He's ready for you to install the new gemstone.
Initiating remote activation sequence now.
Set the calibration to bring the time machine back
to this very location a second after it launches
in order to prevent another break in the time-space continuum.
Vanessa?
I believe everyone here knows Griffin.
Actions speak for themselves.
Well, watch this.
All the power levels are ready to accept the parameters.
No way.
How?
It's incredible.
So, that's it? The trap is ready?
John can get in, set whatever date he wants.
He's only gonna go where we want him to go.
Great.
Good evening, H.G.
I'm sending you a movie.
Not one you're going to enjoy, I'm afraid,
but I hope you'll at least appreciate my clever application
of modern technology.
Though, unfortunately,
I'm unable to honor our deadline.
I met a fascinating woman.
In her company, I've...
begun to feel all too... human.
But as we both know, what I truly am...
is an animal.
There is no redemption for my soul,
no matter the cost.
Then, I must be true to my nature.
But perhaps, it will bring you satisfaction
to know that...
I will feel regret.
Hmm.
It's late...
... to have music on.
Oh, how do you still have the energy?
You inspire me.
What did you do?
Delete.
It's about time.
I was beginning to think you'd gone soft.
What have you done?
Ooh, blimey.
Look at it. It's bursting with energy.
It's fully live and operational,
but John hasn't called.
Do you think he's gonna kill again?
We shall catch him.
Today, when that man had his gun pointed at you...
that was real...
too real.
- You want out. - No.
I want in.
Yes, today was scary,
but it proved something...
that I want to do this.
Because somehow, I think I'm supposed to be here.
You asked me if I believe in fate.
Well, Jane, I believe...
there are certain moments in one's life that...
defy understanding.
Moments that are rare and special...
...and precious.
And this moment?
Oh, I believe very much so
that this moment was destined to happen.
Did that just happen?
Well, it's merely a thermionic emission
- of electrons from the, uh... - Right.
All good here.
Worked like a charm.
I now have access to the time machine.
But there's a problem...
someone else knows about Wells.
We have to find out who else is out there.
Good evening, Dr. Stevenson...
or do you prefer Jack the Ripper?
Who are you?
I'm someone who's been waiting a very long time to meet you.
Shh.
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