(softly) If you’re watching this from the future, tell Inspector Brackenreid I didn’t steal the whiskey. And tell Dr. Ogilvy… the lock of hair she keeps in her locket? It’s not her mother’s.

The disc’s inner ring. Engraved, not printed: “Property of the Future Murdoch. Do not archive. Do not erase. Do not watch alone.”

But the disc tray slides shut. And the player begins to whir again.