INT. SPACE BAR
In a far away space station, in a dingy, dirty, dimly lit bar, some distant time in the future. All manner of creatures, human and alien alike, mull around the bar and disco-like dance floor. CAPTAIN JACK HARKNESS sits at the counter, alone, lost in himself, brooding over a half empty drink. The BARTENDER, an alien with a lion sort of face, watches him. He leans in.
BARTENDER
(in a cat-like growl)
That man over there wants to talk to you.
Jack looks up and sees an OLD WIZARD, dressed in a long, medieval sort of robe, with a ancient white beard long enough to be tucked into his belt. The Wizard catches Jack's eye and winks.
JACK
(to the bartender)
Not really my type.
Jack tips his head back and finishes off the rest of his drink in one swallow. He pushes the finished cup aside, adding to his stack of four or five empty glasses.
JACK (CON'T)
But I'm pretty much open to anything these days.
Jack gets up and walks around the counter to the Wizard. Jack smiles a half-hearted attempt at his old charm smile.
JACK
Haven't seen you in these parts before.
WIZARD
Hello, Jack Harkness.
JACK
How did you know my name?
WIZARD
You don't remember me?
JACK
Have we met?
WIZARD
Well, it has been quite a few years. And I've changed considerably since then. But you, well, you look just the same as ever.
Jack shrugs.
JACK
Good genes.
WIZARD
Remarkable. The last time we met I was-oh-about one hundred years younger?
Jack looks hard at him for a moment.
WIZARD (CON'T)
It's Albus. Albus Dumbledore.
Jack's eyes widened in recognition. Then he laughs in an "Oh my god are you serious?" sort of way.
JACK
Albus! You're Albus?! Wow, you have changed! Come here, you crazy old wizard!
Jack gives Albus a great big hug.
JACK
Not looking too bad for…how old are you now?
DUMBLEDORE
Age is just a number. I'm still young at heart.
Jack laughs. He isn't one to quibble about age.
JACK
How have you been?
DUMBLEDORE
Oh you know. Same old, same old. I'm headmaster of a school now. Those young Wizards are quite the handful.
JACK
I can imagine.
Dumbledore looks at him thoughtfully.
DUMBLEDORE
And you?
JACK
Oh you know me. I just…go on.
DUMBLEDORE
It doesn't do any good to hide your thoughts from me, you know. I am quite the master of occlumency, and I can see that your mind is filled with a great darkness, and your heart is weighed down by a deep sorrow.
JACK
You're not the only one who's changed a lot since we last met.
DUMBLEDORE
I can see. (beat) Why are you running Jack?
JACK
Because I don't want to look back.
DUMBLEDORE
I could help you, you know. Sometimes it's best to confront the past, in order to move on.
JACK
Thanks, but I think I have to stick this one out on my own.
Dumbledore sits musing quietly for a moment.
DUMBLEDORE
(leaning in)
You can see them again.
Jack looks at him like he's crazy.
JACK
What?
DUMBLEDORE
Just one more time. You can see them, the people who haunt your past.
JACK
(lowering his voice)
Stop playing around. You know I can't. Their timelines have already been set.
DUMBLEDORE
But you can. You can see them, but they won't see you. You can watch, but you can't touch.
JACK
Is that some kind of innuendo?
Dumbledore looks at him hard, then shakes his head.
DUMBLEDORE
Same old Jack. Always kidding around. I, however, am completely serious.
Jack looks at him for a moment, then sobers up.
JACK (CON'T)
(half hoping)
How?
DUMBLEDORE
Remember that time I showed you one of my memories?
JACK
(chuckling a little in remembrance)
Oh yes I do.
DUMBLEDORE
I can do that for you. I can extract your own memories and let you revisit them.
JACK
You can?
Dumbledore nods.
JACK
But wait. I may be running away from my past, but I don't want to lose those memories. I've had bad experiences with that in the past.
DUMBLEDORE
You don't have to worry. You can have them back when you're done. I slip them back into your head. It's easy really.
Jack takes a long pause.
JACK
Okay.