Timecop: The Berlin Decision

I will miss
what your father taught me.

I will miss what you and I could
have accomplished together.

Look at me.
I will miss the challenge.
Payback's a bitch, isn't it, Ryan?
Vital signs elevated.
Stress level three.

I lost him.
You have to send me back.

- There's a glitch.
- Travis, program me for relaunch now!

What do you want me to do, boss?
A relaunch with no rest cycle
could kill him.

I talked to him.
He's out of his mind.

You've gotta send me back.
If you don't, I'm dead.

It's your ass, kid.
Launch him.

Give me a four-day window.
Commence relaunch.
Forty-five seconds.

Cellular cohesion stable.
78.7 percent.

All right.
Let's hook him up.

Launch sync, May 7, 2025,

3:20 p.m.
We're set.

Brain waves extremely active.
Cellular integrity unstable.

Cellular cohesion 51.6 percent.
Doc? I already had the shot.
You know what? I could give a shit
if you take the shot.

You wanna get yourself turned
inside out, splattered all over
the fuckin' tube? Be my guest.

Am I doing this or what?
Thank you.

- Damn!
- Asshole.

- Six, five...
- What happened to her?

- She's been that way
since her husband was killed.
- Her husband? Doc's not married.