Paycheck

It's time to wake up...

..and get a life.

We live in a three-dimensional world.

The computing world has consisted of two-dimensional imagery.

Now, using exclusive breakthrough technology,

ARC has made it possible for you to get a life,

a life where we can work and play

in a world of three-dimensional reality -

A Life, the living monitor.

Impressed?

Yeah, I am.

Would you put one of those in a box for me?

-Are you the lawyer?

-I'm Rita Dunne.

Obviously, no-one from Nexim could be here.

-I'd invite you in but...

-Good luck, Mr Jennings.

-I'll see you in two months.

-Yeah.

Home, sweet home.

What do you think?

This is the exact same technology?

Not the exact same technology, no.

I decided to reconceive some of it.

I never liked how the monitor looked. Then it occurred to me.

Who needs it?

"Gentlemen, I am the future of computing.

"I'd like to present Nexim's new Freedom Line of technology.

"New from Nexim.

"Freedom is in your future."

Launch this now! ARC is not going to last.

-Who said a 100% market share wasn't possible?

-Get me marketing.

Congratulations.

Well...thank you.

You understand, Mr Jennings,

you've done in two months what we've been trying to do for three years.

Sometimes it's easier if you work backwards.

Cheers.

You won't remember me, will you?

No.

That's too bad.

Marker reached.

OK.

We're now extracting his memory

from the marker forward to the present.

Jesus, Rita!

-COMPUTER BLEEPS

-Jesus Christ!

This is dangerous enough.

If this man's brain temp goes 1C above 43, he's a veg.

Come on, Mike.

Here we go.

It's all clean.

Good morning, sunshine.

-Hey, how are you doing, big guy? OK?

-Yeah.

-All right. Thank you.

Take it easy. Slow, slow, slow. There's no hurry.

That's it. Good?

Yeah.

Hey, Mike, look at me.

Here.

What's the last date you remember?

October 19th.

Very good. Mike, what's the last thing you remember?

Erm...

the Red Sox made the play-offs.

Uh-huh.

Let's get the legal out of the way, shall we?

Mr Michael Jennings, under the terms of your non-disclosure agreement,

you're considered never to have been an employee.

You also understand that all your work is the intellectual property

-of Nexim computers.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I never worked here. I never was here. Is my paycheck ready?

All right.

-How you feeling, tiger?

-Good.

-Now, let's hear you.

-All right.

-Ready?

-Yeah.

-Go!

-BEEPING

To zero the full eight weeks, I had to heat your brain to 42.5C.

-I'm fine.

-It's getting harder, Mike.

-I said I'm fine.

-You're slowing down.

-I'd be a lot faster if you shut up.

Show me what you got, grasshopper. That's it! That's more like it!

Yes! Go, go, go!

-Go, go, go, go!

-Agh!

-Go!

Whoo-ha!

Faster!

-Agh! Agh!

-Beautiful!

-Agh! Aghhhhh!

-Yes! One more!

One more, Mikey! Oh!

Do you see how you did that?

-How you focused?

-Yeah, I focused on your face.

-No, you know you love me.

Don't be mean to the one who does everything for you.

You realise you've never asked me what I see when I erase your memory.

Basically, the last two months just never happened for you.

What's to know? 20 hours a day in a room ripping off a guy's idea.

You know... What did you do?

You know the last thing I remember? Driving in Spain in the Aston Martin.

Learning to dive in Belize with whatshername.

The seven stadiums in seven days trip. It's great. I mean...

My memories are basically highlights.

It's good. It's a good life. The stuff you erase, it doesn't matter.

What is it with guys like Rethrick?

He's got to have everything, huh?

Say what you want. Jimmy started Allcom in his garage.

-Wait, don't you leave me alone.

-What? You'll be fine. Talk. Mingle.

SIGHS

I don't want to mingle.

Hello.

-I'm Michael.

-I'm Rachel.

Rachel Porter.

Is that Miss or Mrs?

That would be Dr Porter.

-Doctor! Well, excuse me, Doctor.

-It's all right.

-What kind of a doctor are you?

-I'm a biologist.

-Really?

-Do you work for Jimmy?

-Uh-huh.

-It must be very top-secret biology.

-Oh, yes. Isn't everything?

Let's go.

Excuse me?

I mean... I'm happy to continue

blathering on, trying to charm you.

I thought maybe we could cut to the chase and just...

go somewhere.

I'll tell you what, Michael.

I'm going to walk over there and talk to a friend of mine.

If you get the urge to have a real conversation,

you'll know where to find me.

OK, fair enough. It was nice to meet you.

Giving up so easily?

You don't believe in second chances?

In my experience, no, I don't.

-Good night.

-Good night.

-Mike!

-Jimmy!

-How are you doing?

-Good.

-Thanks for coming.

-No, thanks for having me.

Hey, champion...

Oh, now you're talking. Thank you.

Wait.

Isaac, disable fire protection, please.

"Disabled."

You wouldn't look so good covered in foam, even in that spiffy suit.

I've known you long enough to know when you're selling something. What?

There was a time in school when we wanted to change the world.

We said we wanted to save the world.

-That's semantics.

-What's the job, Jimmy?

I can't tell you. Other than to say that it involves optics.

You get stock options with this one, Mike, a real piece of the company.

What if it doesn't work? I get nothing.

-I promise you, it won't fail.

-Hmmm. How do you know that?

-Is this a real crystal ball?

-I wish.

I'll guarantee that you do eight figures.

-Minimum.

-What's the catch?

The job may require more time than you're used to.

-How much more time?

-Two years, maybe three.

-You're kidding.

-Deadly serious.

-Jimmy, that's impossible.

The longest anyone has done is eight weeks.

Assuming it were possible, would you do it?

Give up three years of my life?

Trade - three years in return for the rest of your life.

One big paycheck. You're done.

-'A lot can happen in three years.

-You blink and it'll be over.

'It'll be a heart beat, then you're rich beyond your wildest dreams.

'One big paycheck. You're done.'

Mr Jennings, John Wolfe. Welcome.

You'll be assigned a residence right here on campus.

Your mail will be screened. Anything you do receive will be inspected.

OK.

I'm going to need your personal belongings - watch, wallet.

I'm afraid nothing's allowed to be brought in.

They will be returned when you pick up your paycheck.

Sorry, those, too.

-Mike, you made it.

-Yeah.

-Good to see you. Everything OK?

-Yeah.

I assume Mr Wolfe gave you all the fine print.

Yeah. He also took the last pair of sunglasses I've managed not to lose.

I'm sorry.

Whoa.

-What is this?

-It's for your memory wipe.

We inject an isotope. It migrates to your brain, serves as a marker.

Another injection erases everything.

No barbaric cooking of the brain.

All right.

-Well, what have I gotten myself into?

-Let's go find out.

"Initiating blue script."

Impressive.

This used to be our smallest unit.

-Now it's our most profitable.

-Mr Rethrick.

-May I speak with you for a moment?

-Have a look around.

-OK.

"Cycle complete. Begin transmission of data."

I give up!

ALL LAUGH

Don't give up.

Dr Porter! I guess I'm lucky you didn't use thunder and lightning.

-True.

-THUNDER CRASHES

GIGGLES

OK, well, I won't question your powers in the future.

-Sorry, I just couldn't help myself.

-You said Marianne was on a plane.

She was planning to make the conference from the plane, sir.

Look, I should probably apologise for my behaviour the other day.

-I get like that sometimes...

-Careful.

You are in danger of sounding like you want a second chance.

-Everything OK?

-Yeah.

Say something else.

-Excuse me?

-Say something nice.

Quick, otherwise I'll forget it.

Was that little breeze for our boy here?

Well, I owed him one. Now we're even.

-Be nice. Mike's moving into the neighbourhood.

-Oh.

-See you around.

-OK.

You ready?

Yeah, let's go.

You can still back out. No hard feelings.

No, I want to stay.

Michael, meet the other half of your team, Dr William Dekker.

-Nice to meet you.

-It's a pleasure.

Gentlemen, let's have a look at the next three years of your lives.

What happened?

Michael...you're done.

-'How long was it, Jimmy?

-It's been three years, Mike.

-'How did I do?

-You did good.

'Your money's been transferred to your account.

-'You've got an appointment at 1.00.

-Just go home, do the paperwork.

'We've got a lot of catching up to do, Mike.'

92 million.

Everyone at Reddy Grant & Associates appreciates your business, sir.

Not as much as I do. I promise you.

OK.

Just sign there.

-All right?

-Great.

-Your personal items.

-Yes.

-You only needed four stamps.

Oh, well, guess I could afford the extra 50 cents.

Erm...I don't think this is my stuff.

-It's not?

-No.

-I don't know what happened.

-It doesn't matter.

Don't worry about it. Let's talk about my shares.

Erm, what I'd like to do is get some money now

and, you know, put the rest away for long-term to live off.

So, how do we do that?

Mr Jennings, you forfeited your shares.

-I beg your pardon? What?

-Er, here.

Dated four weeks ago.

You surrendered the shares and stated to deliver only the envelope.

Don't you remember doing that, sir?

No.

I don't remember that because I didn't do that.

Why would I do that? I wouldn't.

This is, er... A mistake has been made and it needs to be corrected.

-It's a strange thing but legally...

-It's not strange.

Strange is a little out of the ordinary but still plausible.

Giving away 100 million in shares

for knick-knacks isn't strange, it's insane! No-one would do that!

Unless this is a 40 million can of hair spray, which is pink!

And what is this, a 100 million book of matches?

I mean, is this back in style now?

-Are these 100 million sunglasses?

-OK, I'll look into it

-but it's going to take me some time.

-I'm going to make some phone calls.

It's Michael Jennings. Tell him it's important.

Just have him call me as soon as he gets in. OK? Thank you.

Agh!

Agh!

Oof!

Agh!

Aghh!

Listen, guys, a mistake has been made here.

-I'm not a traitor. I'm an engineer!

-A reverse engineer, right?

We know that you accepted payment of classified government technology.

Mike, that's called treason. People get fried for that one.

And when the FBI harasses you, you also get an attorney. Thanks.

-Not today, you don't.

-What the hell is this?

The Attorney General says your co-operation

is a matter of national security.

Look, first of all, that stuff isn't mine, OK?

What...?

Perfect fit. You were saying?

Let me show you a few pieces of the puzzle we're solving.

William Dekker, government physicist,

Weapons Division. Three years ago, his project gets shelved.

He didn't like that so he sold his work.

We think Rethrick bought it.

We can't link Rethrick to the sale because Dekker died.

-Natural causes(!)

-Natural being gravity

after a 140 foot fall out of his apartment.

What does this have to do with me?

These are patent applications that show designs based on Dekker's work.

-Look whose signature is on every document.

-Don't you get it?

It's your name on those patents! Rethrick can claim he knows nothing.

Tell us everything you did for Rethrick.

I can't.

You'd rather protect your so-called friend?

-Help us and we can work with you.

-I can't!

He wiped my memory! I don't remember! I'll tell you whatever I know.

But, I swear to God, I don't remember what I did for the past three years!

What? Wait a second!

Wait.

We figured Rethrick may have wiped so we'll try an extraction.

I'm telling you, you're wasting your time.

We're getting something here.

Come on! Come on!

Shit.

We got nothing.

Hold on a second. I need a smoke.

Boss.

He won't mind.

What the...?!

-ALARM WAILS

-Smoke! Shit!

-Goddammit!

-I can't see anything!

Secure the door!

-Where the hell is he?

-He's loose!

Don't worry, he can't go anywhere!

Cover the door!

-COUGHING

-Get the light.

-I can't see!

-Get low on the ground!

Try to stay low on the ground!

Mitchell! See anything?

Klein, let's go!

-DOOR ALARM BLARES

-Al, shut the door!

Good night, Mikey.

< Copy that.

-Watch it, coming through!

-Go! Go! Go!

-Move! Move! Move!

-Anyone see him?

-Out of the way, lady!

-There!

-Move! Move! Move!

Go!

Excuse me.

-Coming through!

-Out of the way.

-Open that gate!

Where did he go?

-I'll get men at every stop!

-He'll be long gone! How did he do that?

-Sorry.

-You all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

-Be careful.

-Hey!

-Whoa! Watch it!

Hey! HEY!

Jane, relax. I know you talked to the federal agents but it's OK.

It has been worked out now. I need to find out who sent these items.

-Can you help me out?

-Erm, they were sent three years ago.

No, these weren't sent three years ago.

-Someone else sent these.

-Replacements were sent a few weeks ago.

-Who sent it?

-You.

That's you right here. See? 20 items.

'I'm going to need all your personal belongings.

'Michael Jennings died at three minutes after three.'

The government, left with no case, closed its investigation of Allcom.

So you see...

it's impossible that he escaped unless you changed something.

I didn't.

-What were you doing exactly?

-I was eating pie.

He left the attorney's office when it predicted.

-The feds took him when it predicted.

-He didn't die like it predicted!

Michael Jennings is not a super agent, he's an engineer.

Yet somehow he managed to escape from a double-locked room. How?

Was it fate?

No, fate was on our side. Someone changed something and it wasn't me.

If it wasn't you, then who the...?

Has anyone checked the machine since Michael walked out of here?

Find him.

CHATTER

"If you only look where you can't go, you will miss the riches below."

I'm already missing my riches.

"17, 44, 4, 26, 37, 40, 22."

A combination? Code?

Password?

"New Liberty Savings."

New Liberty Savings Bank, please?

What does that mean? You're saying the bank doesn't exist?

That's comforting(!)

-'Who sent these items?

-You did.

'That's you right here. See? 20 items.

'Patent applications.

'Look whose signature is on every one of those documents!

'A mistake has been made here!

-'Dekker died!

-Rethrick can claim he knows nothing!

'Believe me. I don't remember what I did for the past three years!

'Michael.'

Michael.

You're done.

Hello?

Jesus, Shorty, you don't know how good it is to hear a familiar voice.

Michael?

Listen, man, I'm in a... I'm in a jam and I need you.

Meet me at Union Station at nine o'clock.

-I'll be there.

-OK, buddy.

TANNOY: Outbound local from Seattle to Kent, departing from track five.

CHATTER

(Michael.)

Say one word about this hat and I'm out of here.

-Oh, man!

-Oh!

My God!

I told you not to take that job, Mike.

-Come on, let's get a table.

-OK.

-Injections?

-Yeah.

-You would have to do it that way, I guess.

-But, of course, that's a chemical process.

-So?

Well, you'd have some latent memories.

Maybe that's what I'm seeing.

Memories that made it through the wash

and then got stirred up by feds.

Why would I have these things? Explain this.

I sent myself this junk instead of the money.

Oh, brother! I don't know.

-That's not the question you should be asking.

-No?

You should be asking yourself why did you give up all that money?

That's the most bizarre part of this thing.

90 million. Nobody changes that much in three years.

OK, buddy, you want to figure out what you built?

All right, let's work backwards.

-I was working on a design by someone named Dekker.

-Dekker?

-William Dekker?

-I think so.

He was working on something level 5 for the feds. They shut him down.

-What was it?

-The consensus was a laser.

-Why was that?

Dekker's drawings called for a mirror and a lens.

The only thing that uses those is a laser.

"Here comes our first number - 17."

"Followed by 44."

-The lens required perfect optics.

-"4."

-Ah, the mirror...

-"26."

-The mirror is coated. The capital outlay is huge.

-"37."

-Word was it was gonna cost...

-"40."

"And the bonus number is...22."

Who the hell is going to spend 500 billion just to see something?

What?

There's no way I get out of that extraction room

without the cigarettes and the glasses.

I couldn't get on that bus without a ticket.

Without the ring, I wouldn't have followed that kid to Reddy Grant.

-Right.

-I gave up that money...

just to make sure that I would pay attention to these items.

Why?

Because I know what you'd spend 500 billion to see.

The future.

"If you selected five numbers and the bonus number, you are a winner."

He used a virus. The machine went down at 3.03 this afternoon.

3.03?

Can you programme around the virus?

No, it's not that kind of virus. Come on, I'll show you.

It's not in the software.

It's in the hardware.

He put a circuit in here. It's like a poison pill.

But you can find it, right?

I can.

Then, do it.

Slight change of plans. We don't need Michael Jennings any more.

Look, if we know anything, we know that time travel's not possible.

-Einstein proved that, right?

-Time travel, yes.

But Einstein believed time viewing, theoretically, could be accomplished.

Mike, Mike, come on. Maybe we should just find Dekker.

-We can't.

-Why not?

-He had an accident.

-An accident?

Yeah, he, er, fell out of his bedroom window.

He fell out of his...

He fell out of his bedroom window! Ahh.

I see.

Sure, that could happen(!)

Oh... Jesus!

-We've got to get out of here!

-Shorty, listen.

I think what happened was I used this thing.

-I saw my future.

-Uh-huh.

And I saw what I needed to change it.

But all I could get out of Allcom were these innocuous items.

Each item has to be used at a specific time in a specific place.

-Without this stuff, I'd already be dead.

-Yeah, well, it's too bad

you don't know what the rest are for.

What?

Got ya!

Whoa!

Hey!

Great seeing you again, Mike(!)

Jesus!

Agh!

Oww!

Those guys do not look like feds.

Here. Listen to me. Take this.

This key will get you through that door. Close it behind you. Go!

OK!

Oh! Oww! Ooh! Shit!

Go!

Jesus!

SCREAMING

God, I hope that was a good thing to do.

Agh!

GUNSHOT

Shit.

Agh! Aghhh!

Go.

Where's your gun?

He's got it.

GUNSHOT

Aghh!

So...how are you, Mike?

You? Why?

Don't remember? You brought this on yourself, Mike.

TRAIN BRAKES SCREECH IN DISTANCE

So, how does it feel...

knowing you're going to die?

TRAIN WHISTLES

Agh!

Shit!

BRAKES SCREECH

He designed his own escape?

Mr Attorney General, sir, we have no explanation.

From the evidence, the only logical, albeit hard to accept conclusion,

is that he was able to predict what was going to happen.

These are memories extracted from Jennings.

They don't seem to add up to anything.

Gladys...

that's all.

Dekker was designing something but he wasn't even halfway done.

I don't understand.

Dekker was working on a laser-enhanced lens.

He said it was powerful enough to see around the curvature of the universe.

Dekker believed that if you could see around a curve

you'd end up where you started - with yourself.

Except you're not looking back at yourself now in the present.

No, you're not. You're looking at the future.

Can you imagine what will happen if Jennings tries to profit from this?

-Any nation would give him a king's ransom.

-Jennings won't do that.

I was this close to him. He never lied.

Fine, I'll give him the Medal of Honor.

That's if Rethrick doesn't find him first.

-Do you think he saw the future?

-Ah!

That would be something.

Cafe Michel?

My name is Michael Jennings.

I can't remember if I made a reservation there recently.

Would you check that out for me?

I did?

OK. Right, how many is it for?

No, thank you. No, I'll be there. Thank you.

Hello, you two.

Did he feed you?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Rachel, it's Jimmy.

-Are you all right?

-Why?

You don't know?

No.

May I come in?

When was the last time you saw Michael?

Yesterday morning. He was pulling an all-nighter at his lab.

Rachel, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this.

Michael left Allcom yesterday... permanently.

-What?

-He finished his work.

We erased his memory.

-No.

-He left.

No, he promised me. He said he wasn't going to go through with it.

He made a lot of money on this one, Rachel.

He said he didn't care about the money.

-'So, she doesn't know anything?

-He wouldn't leave without her.'

It's Michael. He'd be smart.

We're missing something.

As soon as she leaves for work, get in there.

Make sure she's nowhere alone. I want to know what just happened.

Bye, guys.

Morning, Doctor.

Going somewhere?

Good morning.

Go up the top. Take my bag.

-You're gonna need this.

-Got it. Thanks.

-Coming?

-Ah, no, thanks. I'd rather watch from down here.

Suit yourself.

'We've been through the bathroom and tossed the rest of apartment.

-'Zero.'

-I want you to go into the bathroom.

OK, start turning left.

-Tell me what you see.

-The mirror.

We've got him. She's supposed to meet him at Cafe Michel, 1.00pm.

Let's make sure she does.

-I'm here to meet someone - Michael Jennings.

-Have a seat.

-Thanks.

Sit at that table right there.

In the seat with your back to the window.

Michael. Thank God you're all right.

I thought I was never going to see you again.

Michael, it's me.

Rachel.

-Look...

-You can't remember me.

No... I'm sorry.

Cops.

We can't go in. I'll have to wait for a clear shot.

Maya, stall for time. Tell him you thought he'd remember something.

That you two were engaged.

I guess I thought you'd remember something.

-We've been together for three years.

-I don't know what to say.

I'm really sorry.

I'm trying.

That's how he's doing this.

Listen to me very carefully, Maya.

This is what I want you to say.

Michael, I see you still have the envelope.

That means it's working.

You switched the personal items. I helped.

-You left me a note...

-..on a mirror.

I'm supposed to take something...

..something I can use to get to Stevens.

-He's a man you worked with.

-He's trying to fix the machine.

Work backwards, Michael.

-Yeah. Take the swipe card.

-That's the swipe card for the campus.

Give that to me.

Rachel wouldn't be hurt, she'd be impatient.

Look, Michael, if you can't trust me now,

then we are lost...for good.

-Nice.

-OK.

I'd better get back. They'll get suspicious soon.

Wait here. I'll be back in half an hour.

And don't worry... we end up together.

Michael...

..I love you.

-What's my favourite baseball team?

-What?

What's my favourite baseball team?

Who cares?

That would be the Red Sox.

Yeah.

-I think maybe we should go.

-Wait!

Now we can leave. Come on.

-Wait! Hold on.

-You have a car?

-I might.

-You might?

-Look for a BMW!

-You've got to be joking!

Shit! Shit!

-Let me see that key.

-Why?

-You're in the wrong section.

He bought the BMW on the internet. He had the key mailed to him.

-What's the colour of his car?

-It isn't a car.

Turned onto Pine! Intercept them on Sixth!

-How good am I on this thing?

-You're OK!

Look, I just said you're OK.

-OK?

-OK.

Hang on!

-Report of shots - Southgate, BMW.

-Got it.

-Stop!

-What?

-I lost the envelope!

-I'll come back and get you.

-See ya!

Got it!

POLICE SIRENS WAIL

Let's get out of here.

Take us down!

-LOUD SPEAKER

-We can help you!

We know what's going on. Let us bring you in.

He's headed for the tunnel. Cut him off.

Duck!

Split!

You think Jennings foresaw that?

Maybe next time he'll see a quiet stakeout.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's OK. It's all for you, anyway.

And I brought you some clothes.

I thought you'd need them. I hope it's OK.

Thank you.

Mine?

You don't remember?

No.

You don't remember me, do you?

Well, er...

These are for you.

# Happy birthday to you

-# Happy birthday to... #

-You're so sweet.

I'm sorry.

(I'm sorry.) I just don't remember.

I shouldn't have left.

He sent himself a different set of personal items,

nothing security would flag?

Everyday things combined with the power of foresight

transform Michael from engineer to escape artist.

I don't know about you but I'd like to return the favour.

Michael, are you OK?

I'm all right.

Michael, I don't know what you saw in your machine

but a few weeks ago you came back from your lab and you were pale.

You asked me the strangest question.

What?

If I knew if it wouldn't work out for you and I

before we were together, would I have done it?

What did you say?

That I wouldn't trade our time for anything.

That's all we are - the sum of our experiences.

Besides...some of the best things in life are total mistakes.

-What?

-You know...

when I checked this envelope out of Reddy Grant,

they told me I signed in 20 items, but there were only 19.

I don't understand.

CHILDREN SHOUT

What are these pictures of?

Michael, look at the rest of the pictures.

Look at the last one.

Oh, my God, that's the future.

The machine predicts a war. We go to war to avert it.

It predicts a plague. We herd the sick together and create a plague.

Whatever future this predicts, we make happen.

We give over control of our lives completely.

I did this.

Seeing the future will destroy us.

'If you show someone their future, they have no future.

'You take away the mystery. You take away hope.'

I have to go back. I have to destroy that machine.

That's impossible. The campus is huge.

Hey, I would not have given up the three years we had together

-unless I was absolutely sure I could get us 50 more.

-OK.

-So, how do we get in?

-"We" don't.

You said everything was happening for a reason. That includes me.

-So come on.

-Hey, Rachel.

Another day at the most. I don't have many more places to look.

I guess you weren't as smart as you thought.

Jennings wouldn't find it any faster unless he knew where to look.

We've got the feeds from mass transit.

-He could be anywhere by now.

-Except he's not running away.

He could've given himself a way to disappear but, look,

he gave himself his Allcom security pass.

He's going back.

Tap the phone lines at Allcom.

Put some bodies on that campus. I want that machine!

-Jennings and the girl were spotted. What do you want me to do?

-Nothing.

ALARM WAILS

-Stay where you are!

-Nobody gets through!

-Sir!

-SHOUTING

-Shut her down!

All the metal detectors on Level Four just went off - ball bearings.

Just down the hall from the metal detectors.

Pull the guards off Jennings lab.

'Let him slip in, think he's fooled us.'

Once he's fixed the machine, take him.

I built this.

This door shouldn't be open. Something's wrong.

They're expecting us. Let's close this door behind us.

-And keep it shut.

-He's in.

-Confirmed. He's in.

-Once we confirm he's at the machine, go in after him.

-I thought we were going to wait.

-I can't wait!

Jennings or the machine, I don't care, as long as I get one of them!

-This will do. Watch out.

-What are you doing?

-Smashing the lock.

-Hold on a second.

You can't just smash it. They'll still be able to get in.

We've got to jam the outside reader.

-Hmmm.

-Let's go.

Let's take a look at the future before we destroy this thing.

-I bugged it so Jimmy wouldn't use it against me.

-You can fix it, right?

Now, where would I have planted that bug?

Maybe on one of the motherboards.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. We won't be needing this, OK?

-You're dangerous.

-You must have given yourself something to help you.

I don't know. The only things left are the bullet and this.

-Crossword?

-Yeah.

Look at this. 12 down.

Maybe...

Let's take a look. Maybe it's a circuit diagram.

I wouldn't have put it in the primary path.

12 down.

-Take him.

-OK, corridor three...

sublevel A, Jennings' lab.

All right, let's put this thing to good use one last time.

Let's get us out of here.

That's in the lab.

It's the catwalk.

I've changed my future before using this.

I'll do it again.

ALARMS BLEEP

We have to destroy it before they get to it.

Re-programme the door to Jennings' lab, please. Now!

He must've done something to the controller.

-How are we going to get out of here, Michael?

-I don't know.

Clear!

-What are you doing?

-It's liquid hydrogen.

They cool the machine. They fire in order. Number one just fired.

When it gets to number six, that's all she wrote.

I'll see you when this goes off, Jimmy.

Come on!

You see? You judge too soon.

-They went through the vent.

-Spread out.

Position Three standing by.

Come on.

Freeze!

Look out!

Seal off all the exits to the lab.

All right, Jennings, let's see what you've been up to.

Rachel, go for the door.

OK?

Drop the gun!

Drop the gun!

It looks like Michael's got a date on the catwalks.

Let's make sure he makes it.

WIND HOWLS

-Let's go!

-We can't take the catwalk.

-We won't, I promise. Come on!

-Michael! What are you doing?

-Go! I'll distract them! Go! Please!

-No!

-Listen, this is my debt. I built this machine. I have to pay for it.

No! You come with me now! You promised you'd change your fate!

Please, we don't have time.

If you love me, if you care about me, go.

Have a good life.

Remember me.

Damn you!

Jimmy! THUNDER CRASHES

You want to kill me... come do it yourself!

Here I am! You want me? Come get me!

-Hey, Jimmy.

-Hi, Mike.

-Looks like this is it.

-Yeah, it is, Mike.

-You have yourself to blame.

-That's a lie.

-You can't change your fate, Mike. You're going to die today.

-Maybe.

But you're not going to kill me.

That's right, Mike. I've seen the future.

Still think you can change your fate?

I am the future!

-Rethrick has Jennings.

-Retire him.

-What?

-We can't risk the machine's creator falling into the wrong hands.

Come on.

Don't blame me.

You and Michael would've lived happily ever after, no memory wipe.

He's the one who decided he wanted to stop the programme.

Look at it this way. You did change the future, Michael.

Before you interfered, you both would've lived,

-instead of ending up like this.

-It wasn't meant to be.

Giving up so easy?

Don't you believe in second chances?

To tell you the truth, I do.

ALARM BLEEPS

(Go, go, go.)

Rachel!

Let's go.

-Any records? Any papers?

-Explosion destroyed everything.

I guess we don't get the machine, do we?

Any sign of Jennings?

Ah, no, I'm afraid he didn't make it.

What was Shorty thinking, starting a nursery?

These plants are on life support.

Really? He told me he had a green thumb.

Gangrene is more like it.

Lucky for Shorty, I'm a biologist.

Lucky for both of us, since I failed biology and I'm no help at all.

So you say. Too bad, though.

I'm looking for a partner for a start-up company.

-Doing what?

-I plan to save the world.

I don't think I'm your guy.

Would you settle for someone who wants to help you change it?

Hmm, OK.

-Good.

-So, how does it end for us, Michael?

What's in our future?

You know, I don't know. I kind of like it that way.

-I do know one thing.

-What's that?

I never want to forget anything ever again.

Break it up! Break it up! The birdman cometh!

-Shorty!

-It's dinner!

-You found them!

-Yes, I did. Who does everything?

-You do.

-You're right.

-You are my hero!

-Thank you very much. You hear that?

-I'm a hero. This is great.

-I think I remember. Are those our birds?

Yes, of course they are. We bought them together.

You remember the birds? Well done(!) You saw into the future

and all you remember are Polly and Tweetie.

-Why don't you remember something that would make us rich?

-Wait.

-I think there was something else.

-No, no.

The envelope's empty. Don't worry.

Hold on. I'm working back right here.

"If you only look where you can't go,

"you will miss the riches below."

-I knew you'd never get rid of these birds.

-Course not, they're family.

So I knew this would be here. What only looks where it can't go?

A caged bird.

"You will miss the riches below."

The riches below.

What is that?

Well, that's a... 90 million lottery ticket.

-Wait!

-90 million.

-Nice!

-Yes, I'm proud.

-Wait a minute!

-No! Wait a minute.

-What are you doing?

I think now's a good time to discuss my commission - 33%.

-I thought it was 5.

-33%.

-33%!

You're... I'm.... It was 5%!

-He deserves it.

-It was found on my premises.

-I'll get back to you.

BOTH CHATTER AT ONCE