01x01 - Jeff Slade and the Loop of Infinity

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Remember, we have nothing,
not one shred of evidence that

ties Silverman to this so-called
mansion house murders.

Except we know he did them.

Yes, Slade, which is why this is a watch
and wait operation.

We only move in if we think he's going to
run, understood?

-Yes, Chief.
-Right, Chief.

Slade?

With you all the way, Chief.

Well, that makes a change.

Right, let's go.

Where is he?

Where is he?

I've got him. He's by the cash dispenser.

Something's wrong.

He's on to us.

No, that is not possible.

Chief?

Stay where you are.

He's going to make a
run for it. I'm going in.

No!

Damn you, Slade.

Excuse me Sir, can I help you?

Excuse me Sir, can I help you?

Where are they? Where's Slade?

There!

After them!

Oi! Oi!

Ahhhh!

Ahhhh!

He, er… he got away.

Sodium hydroxide.

But I don't think he'd eaten it.

It's in the report, sodium hydroxide.

You find it in soap.

In my office, Slade.

Wait a minute, Chief, this is…

Wait a minute!?

I have been waiting for months.

And now what do we have?

Thousands of pounds' worth of damage,
two people in hospital, and not only do we

not make an arrest, we don't even have a
body to put on the mortuary slab!

We're still dredging the river.

Oh, yes.

And with your luck, Slade,
Silberman will probably

float downstream and
turn up at the local regatta!

Chief.

What happened?

It was a complete ba*ls up.

Slade went after Silberman.

Oh, you felt it!

So that's why you disobeyed
my orders and destroyed

the entire operation, because you felt it!

Chief.

Not now, Turner!

You type up that report and then you get
out of here.

Oh, you're suspending me again?

Oh no, I'm not suspending you.
This time you are out, for good.

She can't fire you.

She just has.

Well, she's been completely unreasonable.

Silberman was a monster.

You wait till you see the papers tomorrow
morning.

He'll be an innocent victim and I'll be
the monster.

Grisham's overreacting.

I mean, nobody is asking the most obvious
question.

What was Silberman doing at the station?

Holly, please, if I could
turn back the clock and go

and ask him, I would, but
I can't, because he's dead.

If you don't mind, I've got some typing to
do.

Bad luck, Slade.

Yeah.

Um…

Are you going to have a leaving party?

Hey Holly!

Hey Danny.

How's Ellie?

Danny…

Has a package arrived for me?

-Yeah, it came this morning.
-Could you get it for me now?

Yeah.

UCX Electronics.

That's the one.

The man said it was a bi-dimensional
transmuter.

Is that what you were expecting?

Yes, that's right.

Excuse me for asking,
but what exactly would

you use a bi-transmutable transmuter for?

To dry my hair.

Remember - we have nothing, not one
shred of evidence that ties

Silberman to this so-called
mansion house murders.

Hi.

Is this the way to platform three?

Platforms all up that way.

How many Ms in plummeted?

Two.

You sure?

You double the M on the monosyllable if it
comes after a prefix beginning with a

vowel, provided it isn't a long vowel or
an R.

Silberman's car fell into the river.

Here, Nicky, fancy a tenner on a
challenger's cup?

What?

Mr. Cass, forty to one.

I've got a tip.

I don't bet.

And his horses don't win.

What was the last tip you gave me, Morris?

Limping Boy?

Or was it Bag of Bones?

You know, I ain't gonna miss you.

It's late.

I suddenly thought to myself: what was
Silberman doing at the station?

He certainly wasn't there to take a train.

Why not?

Because he had his car parked outside.

So then I asked: what else do you get at
the station?

Answer: left luggage, and that's why I
decided to check it out.

And this is what you've found.

This knife.

I've managed to lift Silberman's
fingerprints off the hilt, and there are

at least three different blood types on
the blade.

It's the knife he always used.

What more evidence could you ask for?

All right, Slade.

You may be off the hook this time,
but I'll be watching you.

Thanks for what you did.

Well, that's OK.

Just took some lateral thinking.

I wish I could believe that.

What do you mean?

Well, I just can't work out how you did
it.

There was no way you could
have got to the station, checked

the left luggage and got
back again in half an hour.

I was lucky with the traffic.

You were there, weren't you?

Where?

At the station this morning.

Oh, no.

I saw you.

But at the same time, I knew you were also
here.

Strange, isn't it?

You get to know someone.

You like them.

You trust them.

I can't tell you what you want to know.

Why not?

Because I haven't told anyone.

You haven't told anyone what?

You wouldn't believe me.

Try me.

A time machine?

This is completely confidential.

You mustn't breathe a word to anyone.

Holly, come on.

Everyone knows time travel is not
possible.

Oh, you believe it is?

My father was Frederick Turner.

Professor Frederick Turner.

Was?

No, he's… He's gone.

I'm just trying to finish what he began.

That's the only reason I'm working in the
department.

I have to earn enough money to carry on
his work, experiments and time travel.

Do you go into the future?

Don't be silly.

How can you travel into what doesn't
exist?

Oh.

Oh, you go back into history?

Well, not history.

A few hours.

A few days at the most.

You wouldn't understand.

No, I'll tell you what I don't understand.

Why are you telling me all this?

What?

Well, I thought you were gonna tell me the
truth.

But I… Oh, forget it.

I shouldn't have wasted my time.

Never mind, Holly.

You can always travel back and give the
whole conversation a miss.

Slade.

Guy Lombard.

You know, Lombard Aviation.

Never heard of him.

Lombard Aviation helped
Frank Whittle build the

first gas turbine jet
engine back in the Thirties.

Now they design small commercial jets,
you know, like the Shadow and the FK7.

And now Lombard's dead?

It's gonna be my first suicide.

How do you know it's suicide?

g*n in hand, b*llet in head, locked door.

It looks like a textbook case.

Depends which textbook you read.

It was after lunch.

Lombard came in here, locked the door,
the keys in his pocket.

There was one shot.

What time?

Two o'clock exactly.

There's a wife and a
son, they heard the shot,

broke the door in, and
that's how they found him.

Hmm.

Anyone else in the house?

Yes. His partner, Mark Redding,
he came in a few moments later.

-And the door was definitely locked?
-Mm-hmm.

What about these French windows?

Mm, locked also.

From the inside.

The wife and the son
are downstairs, Robson.

Right.

You can go down with him,
stick with him and sort it out.

Right.

Whose g*n was it?

Barbara Lombard's.

She kept one in her bedside table.

It isn't there now.

Was there a note?

No.

Unusual.

But otherwise I'd say it was a textbook
case.

Precisely.

Well, I don't agree.

Lombard was about to sign a deal with the
Japanese consortium.

They were coming to the house tonight.

And?

And it would have made him almost 25
million pounds richer.

I see what you mean.

A strange time to blow your brains out.

Exactly.

Look into it, Slade.

Start with the caterers.

Hmm?

A Mr and Mrs Wilson.

They'd been called in to do a smart dinner
after the deal had been signed.

Yeah, I saw their van outside.

What about them?

They were trying to leave in a hurry.

I've got Maurice keeping an eye on them in
a room along there.

Ah, Maurice.

Lovely to be working with you again.

Are they in there?

Ah, great work, Maurice.

You've been guarding an empty bathroom.

-Slade?
-What?

A clue.

Thrilling.

Giovanni's.

That's where you had lunch.

Oh, yeah.

Have you been in here?

No.

Then how did it get here?

What's happened to the Wilsons?

I never saw them.

I was told to stand outside.

-And you've been outside all the time?
-Yeah.

What?

I had a call of nature a couple of minutes
ago, but they wouldn't have known that.

A call of nature?

Well, I couldn't come in here, could I?

That's them. Maurice, get after them.

Micky, you get a description on that alert.

Right.

Wilson.

What are you doing up here?

Sorry, are you talking to me?

Well, what are you doing?

What's going on?

My name's not Wilson.

What do you mean?

You were here this morning.

Who are you?

I'm Michael Lombard.

You know perfectly well.

Wait a minute. Are you saying
you've seen me here before?

You came here this morning.

For the catering.

Please don't throw your frozen peas at me.

I just want to talk.

I've decided that I believe you.

Good for you.

No, what I mean is, maybe
this morning I was a little…

Rude?

Hasty.

I mean, you know, UFOs, ghosts,
time travel.

You have to keep an open mind, don't you?

Right.

OK then, so if it's all right with you,
I'll, er… well, I'm ready to give it a go.

-The answer's no.
-Oh, come on, please?

No, no, no.

You're in two minds about it then.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

Did you hear the result
of the Challengers Cup?

Yeah, Mr. Cass, forty to one.

Wow. Holly!

Come on, what are you afraid of?

If your machine really works…

Oh, it works.

Well, that's what you say.

But if you're such a hotshot scientist,

Why don't you do the one
thing it all comes down to?

Prove it.

Is this it?

Yes.

Looks like a…

Oh spare me the inane comparisons, please.

How far will it send me back?

No way of saying.

Could be a few hours, could be a week.

A week?

How will I get back again?

You wait seven days.

Simple as that.

You just live the same seven days twice.

Do I get to meet myself?

Not unless you want to cause a temporal
schism.

Oh, dear. Don't want that.

What else do I need to know?

We have to be back at
the machine at the same

moment, and I mean the
same half second that we left.

Go on.

If we're late getting back, we'll be
trapped in a loop of infinity,

always living the same days, travelling
back in time and doing it all again.

What's this?

It's crucial to the whole thing.

Oh, it's a car accident.

It's Danny.

You know him?

Yeah.

Do you want to go down?

Leave you here on your own?

I don't think so.

Excuse me.

You want me to prove it?

Fine, I'll prove it.

But this is a once only, Slade.

What shall I do?

Nothing.

Just sit down there.

Here?

Look. Even assuming we do
travel back far enough, there is

nothing you can do to prevent
this crime from happening.

Are you going to try and stop me?

Time will stop you.

If something has happened, it'll happen.

It's one of the laws of time.

Now.

Is that it?

That was it.

What did you do, photocopy us?



It's given us ten hours.



That's what my watch says too.

Just get this into your head.

This watch is synchronised with the
machine.

It'll beep once when we have an hour left,

then continuously for
the last three minutes.

We have to be back in this room by then.

Right.

If you say so.

Well, come on, then.
What are we waiting for?

You're Danny.

Yeah?

This is your car.

Slade.

W-wait, w-wait.

-Danny, about a minute ago…
-That wasn't a minute ago.

Oh, no.

Sorry.

Be careful how you drive.

This is incredible.

It's fantastic!

I've travelled in time.

You did it.

It wasn't me, it was my father.

I'm here with you now, but I'm also in the
office.

And Guy Lombard…

He must be still alive.

Wow!

Have you ever thought what you could do
with a machine like that?

Oh, no. I'm not interested.

Oh, come on. Don't you
want to know who k*lled him?

No.

Well, I do.

And we'll start there.

Mr. Wilson?

Yes?

I see you've made sushi.

Yes.

Who are you?

Department of Health.

You're under arrest.

What?

We can't do this.

-Yes, we can. Get in.
-What?

Get in!

You tied those people up.

You can't do that.

Is that how you always work?

I'm very glad to see you, Mr Wilson.

Did you do the sushi?

Yes, it's in the van.

Good.

You can start by cooking lunch.

Let's get a taste of what you can do.

We eat at 1.15.

Mrs Wilson can do her cheese souffle,
can't you, my darling?

What?

Cheese soufflé?

Oh, right.

Well, you can bring me up some coffee.

Might as well use you while you're here.

Right.

-Guy…
-Ah, there you are.

Where have you been?

Having my nails done.

Another action-packed day.

This is Barbara, my wife.

How do you do?

She'll show you the kitchen.

All set for tonight?

Yes, dear.

These people are important.

Make sure you don't talk too much.

This evening matters a lot to my husband,
Mr Wilson.

I'm sure.

The contract will be signed at 7.

You can serve the champagne then.

We'll eat at 8.

I understand your husband's selling his
company to the Japanese.

That's completely confidential.

Your husband mentioned it just now.

Did he?

Well, it's important everything goes
smoothly.

Guy has, er… He can be quite bad-tempered.

Mother!

What's going on?

This is my son Michael.

These are the caterers, Mr. and Mrs…

Wilson.

So it's still going ahead.

No eleventh-hour miracle.

-Michael.
-No, no, no, no.

Great.

Champagne and caviar.

You have to admit that when the old man
screws you, he does it with style.

Excuse me.

Michael, darling, I need to talk to you.

Right.

You'd better get started on the old
soufflé, then.

Mrs W.

I can't cook.

I beg your pardon?

Are you telling me you can build a time
machine but you can't cook a cheese soufflé?

You've got your priorities all wrong.

Right, now then.

I wonder where they keep this coffee.

This isn't just about money, Guy.

What about the company?

Of course it's about money.

You might be my partner, Mark,
but you're a fool.

Yeah, but the Japanese aren't interested
in aviation.

They never have been.

They'll just take the new engine designs
and close down everything.

That's not my problem.

Come.

Ah, my coffee, about time too.

Just put it down there.

What about the people who work for us,
Guy?

We've got people who've been with us for 20
years, people who worked with your father.

My father gave the company to me and I'm
selling it.

That's all right, you can go.

Look, I say we hang on.

The FK72 is going to be the quietest
engine on the market, and once the new

-regulations come in…
-The answer's no.

I won't let you do this, Guy.

I simply won't let you do it.

But how are you going to stop me?

Oh don't waste my time, Mark.

Get out of here!

How's it going?

It's in the oven.

I hope it's better than your toast.

Right, it's five to one.

Are you serving this lunch or what?

Well, that was your job, Mr. Wilson.

If they ask, tell them I've gone to polish
the chopsticks.

-Whereas in fact…
-The g*n.

According to Grisham,
Barbara Lombard kept the g*n

on the bedside table,
and I'm going to get rid of it.

It was Grandpa's business, not yours.

He would never have
allowed you to sell out.

I do not talk business at the lunch table.

I don't believe you're doing this.

Guy, you didn't promise, Michael?

What do you know about anything if you
can't wear it or eat it?

That's a horrible thing to say.

Soufflé.

Did you find it?

Yep.

So much for your laws of time.

Fine. OK, you've proved your point.

Now let's go.

Hang on a minute.

What?

The lamp.

What about it?

It's not broken.

When I got here, I mean… When I
get here, that glass was smashed.

So it gets broken.

So what?

Yeah, but how?

We've got to go.

Slade!

What's your game?

-Mr. Lombard, I was just…
-I know what you were doing.

You're not a caterer at all, are you?

How did you guess?

Well, it's lucky I'm always ready for
petty thieves.

You've got a g*n.

The second g*n.

What are you talking about?

Two g*ns.

Mr Lombard, you must listen to me.

I came here to warn you.

Warn me about what?

Uhhh… it's… erm, a bit hard to explain.

Well, I don't want to know.

I think you do.

I do not. One more word out of you
and I'll sh**t you where you stand.

Don't move.

I said stay there!

Yes.

Mr Morata, one moment, please.

I should call the police.

Normally I would, but… I can't
be dealing with scum like you.

Not today of all days.

So get out of my house and think yourself
lucky.

Mr Lombard, you've got it all wrong.

I'm only going to give you this one
chance!

One chance, right.

OK, right.

Mr. Morata?

Yes.

Oh yes, I'm looking forward to seeing you
too.

The papers are all ready.

But we may have to go out.

-Where are they?
-Who?

The others. Barbara
Lombard and the rest of them.

I don't know. She's outside.

I think the partner went upstairs.

What's happened?

Two g*ns.

He caught me in a study.

Look, we've got to find
out where everyone is.

-He's going to be shot in four minutes.
-I know.

What do you want?

Mr Lombard?

Can't be dead yet.

It's not two o'clock.

Slade?

Slade?

Slade?

Slade?

No, it's OK. I'm all right.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

What happened?

Someone shot me.

Someone tried to k*ll you?

No.

No, that's the odd thing.

They weren't aiming.

They just fired.

He smashed the lamp.

Did you see who shot Lombard?

Hmm?

Oh, that's marvelous.

-I don't know what I saw.
-That's really, really brilliant.

Slade, the local police are here,
and so is Grisham.

That means you're on your way too.

Do you understand me?

We've got to go.

He was always so kind to me, so generous.

I still can't believe it.

It's all right, Mother.

And did you ever argue with Mr Lombard,
Mr. Reddy?

Never.

No, no, no.

We always saw things much the same way.

Will you be taking over the company now
he's gone?

No.

No, that would be me.

It was very much what my father wanted.

Slade.

Will you relax, Holly?

We've got plenty of time.

It's a 30-minute drive.

Can I help you, sir?

Officer.

Is this your van?

-Yes.
-We're the caterers.

But it looks as if dinner's off.

-So we're going.
-So we're off too.

I'm under order, sir.

Nobody is leaving the house.

Officer.

Get in.

Get in!

Oh, no, the keys.

I left them in the kitchen.

You're not going anywhere.

The caterers?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, Slade can deal with them when he
gets here.

Morris, you better go and stand guard
outside the room.

Yes, Jane.

All right, Whitby, you can go downstairs.

Yes, sir.

By the way, is there a bathroom up here?

That is the bathroom, sir.

That's Morris.

Yeah.

You do realise if he opens the door,
we are finished?

There's got to be a way out of here.

What makes you so sure?

Because we weren't here when I arrived.

Speak of the devil, here I am now.

What did you say would happen if I met
myself?

It could be catastrophic.

A clash of two temporal dimensions.

Only catastrophic, eh?

Right, there's got to be a way out. Have
you got a handkerchief or something?

Thanks.

We don't leave any fingerprints, do we?

You're right, it's too far.

OK, think, think, think.

There must be a way out.

What's that noise?

One hour.

-And if we don't get back…
-What?

The loop of infinity, I told you.

Oh yes, of course.

But I didn't tell you about my father.

Why?

What happened to him?

The last time he travelled, he didn't get
back.

He was late, Slade, and he got trapped.

And that is exactly what's going to happen
to us.

What are you doing?

Morris's call of nature.

He told me.

Right! Let's get out of here.

Before Morris and Nicky come after us.

Why would they do that?

Because I ordered them to!

Look out!

It's them.

Yes.

-George!
-Don't move.

Just don't move.

Slade, get us out of here.

Right.

It's a white van, number
plate unknown, but it

does have a knife, a fork
and a spoon on the side.

And, actually, it seems to have come back
again.

John Wilson?

Yeah?

You're the caterer?

Yes.

Good.

You're under arrest.

What?

Why are we leaving it here?

We can't leave it outside your flat,
can we?

I think a white van with
a knife, fork and spoon

on the side of it might
be slightly conspicuous.

Fine.

But we've only got ten minutes.

It'll be OK as long as we're not seen.

There he is!

Come on!

Wait!

Listen, split up. Meet back at the flat.

We've lost him.

-Sorry!
-What kept you?

Er, had to shake them off. What's the time?

We've got three minutes.

I told you it would be fine.

Watch out!

It was Danny.

It was us. It was our fault.

What do you want to do? Go
back and exchange phone numbers?

We haven't got time.

Two minutes.

Come on!

Shut the door.

Are we back?

We're back.

You're not injured any more.

Hm?

Your head.

It's gone.

How come?

Parallel dimensions.

You weren't injured when you left,
so you're not injured now.

You know, you really are a genius.

And you are completely irresponsible.

We could have been k*lled.

That's fantastic.

You travelled in time. I travelled in time.

We did it.

I'm sorry I didn't find out what you
wanted to know.

Oh, don't worry.

I found out enough.

Chief?

What do you want, Slade?

Shouldn't you be out investigating the
Lombard case?

Yes, that's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

-I thought you might be interested in this.
-What is it?

It's the charge sheet, Chief.

That's a bit quick, isn't it?

Who have you arrested?

That's Wilson. What's he doing here?

It's not Wilson.

His name's Slade.

What, he's a detective?

Yeah.

But he can't be. He was there.

Yeah, and so was Father Christmas.

-Come on.
-He was there!

Lombard was already dead at two o'clock.

Mark Reading had shot him using a silenced
g*n a few minutes earlier.

But everybody heard
one shot at two o'clock.

No, that was the second shot.

Reading sets everything up to look like
suicide.

Key in the pocket, doors or windows
locked.

He then fires a second shot,
this time without a sil*ncer,

to bring Barbara and Michael
Lombard into the room.

And where's he?

He's hiding behind the door.

There was an alcove next to the shelving
unit, so Barbara and Michael don't see him

as they come into the room and up to the
body.

A moment later, he steps out and it looks
like he's just followed them in.

Remarkable detective work, Slade.

How did you work it out?

Well, Reading was unlucky.

His second shot just happened to hit a
lamp in the garden, and I noticed the

glass was broken, and that's when
everything began to make sense.

A broken lamp?

You worked it all out from a broken lamp?

It just took a little bit of time.

Nice food.

Expensive wine.

Mmm.

Are you trying to get around me, Slade?

Whatever gave you that idea?

I'm beginning to know you.

-I was just wondering that if you tried…
-Never again.

That was the deal.

Yeah, that was the deal.

Thank you.

Mmmm.. now that's what
I call a cheese souffle.

This is going to cost you a fortune.

How can you afford to pay for it on your
salary?

Oh, I meant to tell you.

I just happened to be passing a betting
shop while we were away on our travels.

Mr. Cass, forty to one.

How could I resist?

It doesn't work like that.

Putting money on a horse knowing the
result.

You couldn't know the result because the
race hadn't won yet.

It's a paradox.

So, that's a blank piece of paper.

I did warn you.

Time has rules, just like the rest of
life.

It won't let you cheat, and nor will I.

Looks like you're going to be doing the
washing up.

I wonder if they'll let us cook.