Time After Time Page #5

I thought you'd lost your wits.

Fate intervened, and I ascertained

that you are a Columbus of a new age.

The dawn of time travel.

I salute you.

- Come with me.

- Of course. Where are we going?

To the museum.

I'm obliged to take you back to face

the consequences of your acts.

You can't be serious.

You're so Victorian.

How do I get back? By force?

Be reasonable, John.

We don't belong here.

- We violated...

- We don't belong here?

Let me show you something.

Sit down.

Come on, I won't bite. Sit.

Now, look...

Terrorists carried out their threat

and began shooting...

... the first five of 106 Israeli

schoolchildren held hostage...

You haven't gone forward, Herbert.

You've gone back.

We've just received word that

Mayor Margolin of Columbus was shot.

We don't belong here.

On the contrary...

...I belong here completely

and utterly.

I'm home.

It's you who do not belong here.

You, with your absurd notions of a

perfect and harmonious society. Drivel.

The world has caught up

and surpassed me.

Ninety years ago, I was a freak.

Today, I'm an amateur.

You go back. The future isn't

what you thought. It's what I am.

Do you know that you can

purchase a rifle? It's legal.

- These people encourage...

- Stop it!

It's catching, isn't it?

Violence.

You finding me is rather fortuitous.

For me, that is.

Otherwise, I'd be obliged

to search for you.

Are you going to give it to me?

- I have no idea what you mean.

- Of course you do.

I'm talking about the key.

I can't have you following me for

eternity, like the Flying Dutchman.

Give me the key and we'll be quits.

IKey? I don't have it with me.

I've played countless games

of chess with you...

...and the one thing

you cannot do is bluff.

I want that key.

Oh, God.

Maid.

Seor.

Stevenson.

Is he okay?

I beg your pardon.

Just a moment, please.

Yes?

I'm looking for a patient

recently admitted.

- Name?

- John Leslie Stevenson.

- Not here.

- They told me he'd be here.

- This is San Francisco Hospital?

- Not here under that name. Next.

- He just arrived. A motorcar hit him.

- A motorcar?

- Pardon?

- A car.

Yes, a car.

He's a tall, flaxen-haired,

distinguished-Iooking Englishman.

Just a minute, please.

Sorry. An accident victim matching

your description died 20 minutes ago.

- We had him listed as John Doe.

- Died?

Impossible. I saw him sitting

up after the accident.

His chart says, "internal injuries."

It happens that way sometimes.

Wait. May I see the body?

Are you family? Are you a relative?

- He doesn't have any relatives.

- I'm sorry.

- Wait a minute, please.

- Excuse me.

O-R-A-J.

Gloriosky.

- Oh.

- Hello.

You'll let me take you to lunch.

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