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Theorizing that one could time travel
within his own lifetime,

Dr. Sam Beckett stepped
into the Quantum Leap accelerator...

and vanished.

He awoke to find himself
trapped in the past,

facing mirror images
that were not his own...

and driven by an unknown force
to change history for the better.

His only guide on this journey is Al,
an observer from his own time,

who appears in the form of a hologram
that only Sam can see and hear.

And so, Dr. Beckett finds himself
leaping from life to life,

striving to put right
what once went wrong...

and hoping each time
that his next leap...

will be the leap home.

Oh, boy!

- Who are you?
- Who are you?

- Alia.
- Where did you come from?

- The future.
- Where?

I mean, when?

- Not now.
- Are-Are you talking to a hologram?

Why haven't I leaped? Why am I still here?

Lothos has decided you've got
one more thing to do before you go.

Surprise!

- Why are you doing this?
- Because she's evil.

You have the power, Alia.
You can choose not to kill me.

No.

Arnold, what are you doing?
Get off!

Are you insane?
I can't see!

You're gonna get us killed!

Slow down! Hey!

Oh, my God.

Just what the hell
kind of stunt was that?

I don't know.

He must've landed on his head.
Lucky it's empty.

You guys were, uh, draggin', huh?

Uh, draggin'? Duh!

- We were chicken racing.
- Yeah, till you hitched a ride.

- Don't you get it?
- Get what?

He's the Midnight Marauder.

- Right?
- Uh, yeah, right.

Listen, uh, I gotta--
I gotta get goin', guys.

No, you're not goin' anywhere, Arnold.

- How'd you know who I was?
- Everyone knows who you are.

You're the weenie who just screwed up
a Chi Kappa initiation.

- I think he thought I was in danger.
- You were.

Look, we have been hazing pledges
since before you were born, spaz,

and we haven't lost one yet.

Well, there's always a first time.

Yeah, well, Arnold,
here's a first for you.

Enough of that, all of ya.

Let's break it up.

Shame on all of ya, huh?

Now, who's gonna tell me
what's been goin' on?

Who might you be?
A refugee from Joe McCarthy?

They were having
a fraternity initiation thing.

Um, it's called a "hazing."

- They were havin' a chicken--
- Picnic.

A fried chicken box social,
right, everyone?

Well, you can thank God that I didn't
see you racin' those crates, huh?

Or you'd all be bunkin'
in the jail tonight.

But, as it is,

I've gotta get your names
for your dean of discipline.

- Let's start with you, Superman.
- Arnold.

Arnold what?

Arnold the-the Midnight Marauder.

- Everybody knows me, I guess.
- It's Arnold Watkins.

W-A-T-K-I-N-S.

College is wasted on the young.
I mean, think of it.

A four-year license to learn and have fun
without the pressures of work and family.

But whoever this guy Arnold was,

he was lucky his license
hadn't been revoked.

- It's you.
- Al.

- Of course it's me.
- No, I'm talkin' about the cape. It's you.

Al, where have you been?

What took you so long to get here?

Well, I would've been here sooner,

but I had to calm down your
counterpart in the waiting room.

- This guy's really something.
- I bet.

The Midnight Marauder, defender of
the faith, protector of the innocent.

- He's a wacko.
- Look, Al, that's all great.

But would you get outta here
so I can get some sleep?

I don't think you're gonna have time.

- What?
- In the original history,

both Arnold and Jerry died when
Arnold tried to stop the chicken race.

But you saved 'em both,
so hold onto your hat...

or your cape or that
thing, whatever it is.

Al, if that's--

if that's the whole problem,

then why didn't I leap as
soon as the race ended?

That's a good question.

Or why didn't I leap as soon as
the cop got everything under control?

- You're full of good questions today.
- Al, please.

- Huh?
- I'm beat, okay? My hair hurts.

So either have Ziggy figure
out what I'm doin' here,

or get outta here so
I can get some sleep.

I'm goin', okay?

So this is your roommate,
Jack Swenson.

He's pledging this fraternity
that you just annoyed.

So where you been?

Oh, I, uh-- Al.

I was at the library.

- Library closed an hour ago.
- Yeah.

I finished studying,
and then I went, uh--

- Jogging.
- Jogging.

What's that?

Jogging. You know.

Running. Anyway, I, uh--

It was dark, and there was a hole, and
I kind of tripped and fell a little bit.

He's clumsy.

Right, right.
And, uh, what would this be, huh?

- That's his blankie.
- You know, Arnold,

Chi Kappa Delta
was out at Road's End tonight.

They were initiating a couple
of new pledges, and, uh,

word has it that, uh,
you broke it up, Mr. Midnight.

All right. Okay.
I was there.

No kidding? You know,
Mike Hammond called me on the phone...

about 10 minutes ago,
and you know what he said?

He said that they weren't sure
that they wanted to pledge anyone

with such a monumental
jerk as a roommate.

Why would you wanna pledge a fraternity
that's full of idiots in the first place?

- Full of what?
- You said the wrong thing, Sam.

His dad was a Chi Kappa Delta idiot,
and his grandad,

and his great-grandad
was a founding idiot.

Arnold, look.
At first, it was funny, all right?

I mean, it was,

you prancing around in your little
cape and hat and playing Errol Flynn.

You were a joke.
We all laughed.

But it's not funny anymore.

And if you don't stop pulling these loony
stunts, you're gonna get yourself hurt.

Or worse.

Well, I guess you told him
a thing or two, huh?

I blew it, Al.

- No, no, actually, you didn't.
- I didn't?

No. Jack has been
bullying Arnold all semester,

copying his assignments,
makin' him do his laundry.

And Jack's mother
won't do Jack's laundry.

What are you tellin' me? I'm here to
teach Jackie how to fluff and fold?

Well, we don't know yet.

But, uh, don't lift your leg
on the family tree again, please.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

What am I worried about anyway?
I mean, after all, I am the--

That's the Midnight Marauder?

You're a scholarship student,
and you're taking a double load of credits.

- Oh, you must be smart.
- Favorite course?

- Eh--
- Astronomy.

How'd you know that?

Because the Midnight Marauder knows
all, sees all, tells nothing.

- Oh, no.
- Often times, he-- What?

Well, your mind is merging
with the Midnight Avenger.

- No, it's not.
- Yes, it is.

It is not. I'm fine.
And it's Marauder.

- See?
- See what?

Sam, this is a guy that loves to dress
up in tights and run around in the dark...

pullin' crazy stunts
like Captain Goody Two-shoes.

Yeah, well, after today's stunt,
he's lucky to still be alive.

Yeah, he's amazing.
He's like a walkin' miracle.

Why, only last week in the rain,

this guy decided to run in
front of a speeding car--

And save a fetching co-ed
from certain death.

- Quit it!
- Undaunted, he--

Sam, quit that!

The driver swore that he hit him.
But then when he ran back,

there's Arnold comforting the girl
and yelling at him for driving too fast.

He didn't have a scratch on him.

Well, let's just hope that his luck holds,
Al, 'cause right now,

I've got a whole fraternity
of hot-rodders gunnin' for him.

Hey, Arnold?
Arnold Watkins.

- I-I just wanted to thank you again.
- Forget it.

No, I can't.
I did a lot of thinking last night,

and I don't even know why
I wanted to pledge Chi Kappa.

I withdrew my application.
Smart move.

I also made sure
you got the credit you deserved.

Look, Jerry, Arn--
I don't want credit.

That's why I wear the mask.
I did what anybody else would do.

Jumping on the hood of a car
at the start of a race?

You did what nobody had the guts to do,
and I'm alive to prove it.

I'm really grateful.

Hey, Froot Loop,
where are your tights?

Yeah.

- Excuse us. We're late for class.
- Aw!

Read it and weep, spaz.

"Midnight Marauder saves
life of undergrad."

Of course, I don't get a byline
since I'm only first-year.

Our whole fraternity's on probation
because of you, Arnold. I'm not happy.

- Well, you earned it.
- Yeah?

Well, you earned
something else too, pal.

Hey, save it. Mike, save it!
Let go of me!

Cool it. We can't. Dean Sakmar
finds out you popped this toad,

and Chi Kappa Delta'll
be off campus.

I never met a real superhero before.

Hi. I'm Dawn Taylor.

Hi, I'm Arnold Watkins.

Just how fast
was that speeding car going?

Oh, it wasn't really going fast.
I mean, when I got on it--

You okay?

She's fine. She's fine.

Her only problem is,
she's smelling your dirty socks, Arnold.

- Right, baby?
- Yeah, right.

What were you saying, Arnold?

Never mind.
It was nothing.

- It was nice to meet you.
- Yeah, it was nice meeting you too.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

- He's so modest, it's cute.
- Cute?

He's a twerp. Look at his clothes.
Hey, you got wheels, Arnold?

Yeah. Yeah, sure he does.

- Studebaker, right?
- Studebaker.

Look, I hate to break things
up, but, uh,

we gotta get to class. Come on.

You get back to class, Arnold, but
put this in your twisted little head.

I am holding you personally responsible
for getting us in trouble with the dean.

Yeah, well, twist on this, pal.

You wanna know who's responsible,
take a look in the mirror.

I'm gonna kill him.
I swear to God, I'm gonna kill that guy!

Cool it, Mike.
Anything happens to little Arnold,

and we'll get our butts kicked outta here
faster than you can say "expelled."

We're just supposed
to let this happen?

The dean, remember?

Guess why we're here, darling.

Lothos says we're dealing
with some Woody Allen type.

Perfect job for a homecoming queen.

- There's nothing else we can do.
- Frat boys. My favorite college subject.

Yes, there is.

What? What do you wanna
do, hire a hit man?

How do you think the
Midnight Marauder would feel

if he suddenly became very close
friends with the homecoming queen?

Go on.

And then the homecoming queen
tells the nerd it's all a big joke.

Where?

Some place public,
like a homecoming rally,

so the whole college can see.

And if he doesn't jump out of a window,
he'll at least drop out.

I opt for the window.

This is a new you.
I love the way you think.

Al hadn't gotten back to me,

but it was pretty clear
why I hadn't leaped yet.

I had a suspicion that a slap on the wrist
from the dean wasn't gonna be enough...

to keep Mike Hammond
and his frat brothers from their games.

I knew there had to be a way
to get through to them,

and I think maybe I just found it.

Uh, this seat's not taken.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Thanks.

I'm sorry Mike was such a jerk today.

Oh, it's not your fault.
Most of the time he's really sweet.

He only acts macho
when it comes to his fraternity.

"Macho"?

Yeah, I learned it
last summer in Spain.

It means "manly, masculine."
Macho.

Yeah, well,
he sure likes actin' macho

when he's out chicken racing
with his buddies, doesn't he?

Yeah, you're not kidding.

Have you ever tried
to talk him out of it?

He doesn't listen to me.
I'm just his girl.

Oh, yeah, right.
It's the '50s.

I mean, I've got this feeling
that-that someday,

men are gonna be much more
receptive to the way women think.

Their ideas.
You know, someday.

That's nice.
I'm glad somebody thinks that.

Mike is so mean to you.
Why do you care about him?

The Midnight Marauder
cares about everybody.

You mean Arnold Watkins
really cares about people?

Right.
Everybody needs to be cared for.

- You remind me of someone.
- Clark Kent?

Don't sell yourself short.

I can't place who, but I think it's
wonderful that you help people.

Thanks.

I wish somebody would rescue
me from my biology midterm.

But it's not exactly a job
for the Midnight Marauder.

Oh, now, don't say that.
I'm, uh-- I'm pretty good at science.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I tell you what.
I have a little pull with Mike.

If you help me with my biology midterm,

I'll talk to him
and see if I can't convince...

him and the Chi Kappas
to find some safer form of initiation.

- You got yourself a deal.
- 7:00, my dorm, tonight?

- It's a date.
- Okay.

Okay.

Oh, sorry. Sorry. Shh!

It's okay.

I'll see you tonight at 7:00.

I'm talking about
Michael of the Chi Kappas.

Don't worry about him.
He's taken care of.

I believe you.
You have the light of truth in your eyes.

My ex-wives would never say that.

It makes me furious.

Hammond is only one of a million villains
who victimize the weak and the innocent.

Here we go-- the Midnight Marauder.

So you understand my mission?

Arnold, you're a college student.

Your mission is to get good grades,
swallow a couple of goldfish,

and figure out how much you can drink
without blowing chunks.

What?

Without barfing.

That may be true for the others,
but not for the Midnight Marauder.

What makes you so special?

Well, don't you look special.

- Arnold, that's a clip-on.
- Well, it's the only one I had.

Well, I'll let you borrow one of mine.

- Uh, here.
- Thanks.

This'll do. Yeah.

- So, where you goin'?
- Uh, study.

You're gonna wear
a tie to go study?

Well, I have a date.

- Oh, a date.
- A study date.

Oh, all right. So, who's the,
uh-- who's the lucky girl?

Oh, it-it is a girl, right?

Yeah, it's a girl, all right.
Let me guess. Let me guess.

It was that six-foot-tall beanpole
with the, uh, Brillo-pad hair, right?

You could guess all night,
you'd never come up with this one.

- Oh. Thanks.
- Yeah.

- Well, I gotta go.
- Where are you goin'?

Tonight's your
initiation, isn't it?

Bingo. That's what I like about you,
Arnold-- always on top of things.

Chi Kappa Delta.
Are you gonna race?

I don't know.
They never tell the pledges.

But, uh, yeah.
So, how do I look, huh?

Like a dead man.

- Jack, don't do this.
- You say that like I have a choice.

- You do have a choice.
- Yeah, right.

I can tell my dad and my grandad
that I couldn't join Chi Kappa

because I wimped out of
the initiation process.

No, I-I think I'd rather
go chicken racing.

I'll see ya, Arnold.

Uh, hey, you look--

Don't start, all right?
Please, don't start.

Sort of, but not very much.

Listen, I want you to get to
Ziggy, okay,

and find out what she thinks the odds are
that I'm here to stop the chicken races.

- Uh, 62.4.
- Oh, Al.

- It's gotta be better than that.
- Well, don't be so sure.

- Why not?
- It's Arnold, Sam.

- What happened to Arnold?
- He's had an incredible string of luck.

But according to Ziggy, it's inevitable
that he's gonna get killed or get maimed...

if he keeps up with
this Midnight Marauder junk.

Well, what am I supposed to do?
He's not here with me. He's with you.

Well, here's what you do.

- You keep wearing that silly tie--
- Al--

but you sit on the stupid red cape.

- I can't.
- What do you mean, you can't?

- Of course you can. Yes, you can.
- All right, all right.

Let's just assume
that you're right, okay?

Okay.

Then you and Beeks have to do a
profile on Arnold right away, okay,

to find out what makes him tick.

Otherwise, I'm gonna leap outta
here, he'll leap back in,

and he'll start
marauding all over again.

- Okay. I agree with you.
- You agree?

- Yeah, I agree.
- Oh. Oh, well, good.

Of course it's good.

- Now what are you doing?
- I've got work to do.

What are you doing with
that stupid hat on?

My mission.

- Your mission, "schmission."
- Remember?

What about the odds?

The Midnight Marauder
scoffs at the odds.

Sam, don't you wanna use the door?

Ha!

Where the hell is he?

He'll be here.
Nerds are nothing if not punctual.

Would you relax?
I guarantee within five minutes,

I'll have Arnold's slide rule
fully extended.

That's my girl.

Oh, darling, you won't believe this.

Your dream date is back at Road's End
messing things up again.

We're lucky tonight, brothers. Our pledge
is a third-generation Chi Kappa Delta.

He will be racing against
brother Frank Pabst.

Now, Frank's our champion,
so you don't have to beat him.

- You just have to--
- You don't even have to race him.

- Oh, I hate this.
- Arnold!

Risking one's life for a foolish reason
is a crime against Mother Nature.

Sam, you're completely out of control!

- Him, foolish?
- Boy, is he right!

- What are you saying?
- I'm saying you're insane, Watkins,

for even dreaming about
coming out here and challenging us.

I'm saying that you don't have to
be here! Jack lives through this!

- Oh, boy.
- I smell blood here.

Are you tellin' me
that Jack is not in danger?

No, the only one in
danger here is you, bozo.

Why didn't you warn me?

I did! You were too busy dressing
up as Little Red Riding Hood!

You gotta figure me a way
outta this fast, Al.

Did I hear that right?
Lothos?

- Oh, it's him.
- It can't be!

- What are we gonna do?
- "We"? I'm not even here!

Al!

If I were you,
I'd head for the bushes,

wherever the bushes are.

Get him!

Go for the bushes, Sam!
Go, if you can find any. It's so dark.

Your little Arnold the dweezil
is none other than Dr. Samuel Beckett.

There's no worse feeling
than being the object of a hunt,

especially when the people chasing you are
a bunch of jocks with oatmeal for brains.

But whatever Arnold and the
Midnight Marauder had started,

I couldn't seem to stop.

Is the coast clear?

Sam, would you come out from
there, please?

- Where are they?
- I don't know.

They probably figured that you
were on the way back to the dorm.

You're safe for the moment.

Yeah, except
I can't go to my own room.

Well, I told you to stay there,
but, no--

No, what you told me
didn't make any sense.

- Besides, I-I had to do something.
- No, you didn't.

Arnold says that you got a
bio midterm in the morning.

You could have been
studying, that's what.

- What time is it?
- 12:04.

Oh! I had a study date.
I missed it.

Oh, Dawn.
No, she'll still be there.

She'll probably be happy to put up
a homeless marauder for a night.

- You lucky dog.
- Al. Al.

Al, the women's dorm
is closed to men at all times.

- How did I know that?
- I told you.

- Huh?
- Mind-merging.

You've absorbed a little
bit of Arnold's mind.

Speaking of Arnold,
how's he doin' anyway?

Well, we've been talking.
But seeing how you're both acting,

I better put Dr. Beeks
on overtime.

You know, Lothos is
not too pleased

with your prior performance
concerning Dr. Beckett.

Well, then why the hell
did he send me here?

Seems to be as much of a
surprise to Lothos as it is to us.

He's supposed to
know everything.

He does. Dr. Beckett's appearances
follow the random event theory.

It's just a fantastic stroke of luck.

Or maybe a little test
to see if you've improved.

Just tell me my mission.

Oh, don't tell me.

After all you've been
through, you still--

Just tell me.

I'm supposed to kill him, right?
I'm supposed to blow his brains out?

Afraid not, darling. Seems you weren't
too successful with the gun last time.

Perhaps a grenade or a flamethrower.

- Zoey, just tell me!
- Lothos hasn't decided.

But whatever happens,
Beckett must not know that you're here.

So you may not touch him.
Pity.

- I need to talk to you again, kid.
- Am I free to return now?

No, not yet. Uh, I've had Dr. Beeks
do a little computer research on you.

Is that Dr. Beeks?

No. Dr. Beeks is a person.
She's a psychologist. She works here.

- So that's a computer?
- A terminal, yeah.

It's amazing. The computer at the
college takes up rooms and rooms.

We've checked into your past, Arnold.

The Midnight Marauder
has no past.

Well, Dr. Beeks disagrees.

She says that we should talk
about your parents.

- They died when I was seven.
- I know.

- I also know how they died.
- I was too young to remember.

- I think you remember.
- No, I don't.

Oh.

Well, maybe you're trying hard
not to remember.

But...

everything that you've done
ever since is because of this.

Uh, the Masked Marauder stuff--

Someone has to defend the innocent.

Your parents were innocent,
weren't they, Arnold?

Do you remember a place called
Latrobe, Pennsylvania,

1944?

And a little diner named
Rinker's Diner on Main Street?

And a man named...
Leon Kanowski?

- Hey, baby. Right here.
- Let go of me.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

Where'd you disappear to last night?
I tried to call you.

I had a study date.
Or did you forget?

No, I didn't forget. But that was before
your date tried to break up our initiation.

I know. I was there.

It was hilarious watching you all plowing
through the bushes looking for him...

with Arnold safely
curled up in my back seat.

- Get your hands off me.
- This is me, baby. Mike. Your guy.

My ex-guy.

Don't tell me you're hot for that wimp.

Oh, you'd be amazed, Mike.

A man's performance on
the basketball court

has nothing to do with
his performance in bed.

- Congratulations, stud.
- What did I do now?

I don't know, Arnold.
Just what did you do?

Nothing.

- Right.
- Don't be so modest, Arnie.

- "Arnie"?
- "Arnie"?

- I'm not ashamed of what we did.
- Oh, that does it.

I want you, dweebo,
today at the quarry.

- Just wait a minute-
- And bring your wheels!

If you wanna commit suicide,
that's your problem.

- That's not what you said last night.
- What?

You said Mike and his friends were just
playing a bunch of crazy kids' games--

that they had no idea
what real danger was like.

I'll show you danger.
The quarry, an hour.

Dawn, what's going on?

Oh, my God.

- Alia?
- I don't have a choice, Sam.

- Alia?
- You don't understand.

They tortured me.
Let me go, Sam.

- It really is you.
- Let me go.

- I saw you die.
- It was worse than death.

Please, Sam, let me go.

Not until you tell
me why you're here.

I can't. Please don't make me
go through that kind of pain again.

Please.

It's Arnold, isn't it?

Isn't it?

You saved him, didn't you?

- And now you're here to change that.
- He has to die.

Where's what's-her-face?
Uh, Chloe or--

- Zoey.
- She here?

No, but she could
be here any second.

And if she sees me talking to you,
she could tell Lothos, and then--

I'm not gonna let
you go away again.

- You don't have a choice.
- Yes, I do. Yes, I do, and so do you.

You said that last time,
and look where I am now.

Alia, listen to me.

Maybe we can leap out of here together.

- What?
- Maybe if we're close,

if we're holding onto each other
when I leap,

then just maybe
because we're the same,

maybe we can leap together,
and you can leave Lothos behind forever.

- No.
- Yes. Why not?

No, they'll know. Zoey will know.
Lothos will know.

We'll just be careful.

Look, I can't give you all the details,
but Al is working with Arnold right now.

And when he's done,
I should leap.

- Should?
- Yes.

What was your plan? I mean,
how were you gonna kill me-- Arnold?

I don't even know.
Zoey doesn't trust me.

All I know is that I'm supposed to get
you to drag race Mike at the cliffs.

All right. Okay.

Then we'll just play along. I mean,
if I have to drag race, I'll drag race.

Or I'll talk him out of it, whatever,
until Al shows up.

- Well, how long will that be?
- I don't know.

But soon.

Alia, you have to trust me.

It'll work. I'll leap,
and you'll go with me.

Sam?
Yeah?

What if I leap first?

Delicious.

Sam, how's it goin'?

Sam, you're not dressin' up like
that Midnight Avenger again, are you?

Marauder, Al. And, no, I'm not.
See? I'm not wearin' a cape.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.

So what are you gonna be,
a Hell's Angel or somethin'?

- Look, what's goin' on, Al?
- Well, I'm not sure.

I just had a
session with Arnold,

and I think I'm startin'
to get through to that kid.

But I tell you what,
he's had it very tough.

- Sam?
- Hmm?

Why are you dressing up
like Marlon Brando?

Aren't you supposed to be
back in the waiting room?

A little touchy, aren't you?

No, I'm not touchy.
I'm just--

I'm just a little
nervous, that's all.

You know, I mean, I gotta go out
and do those chicken races today.

- Sam.
- What?

- Are you hiding something?
- No, I'm not.

- Sam.
- I'm not hiding anything.

I know you too well.
Now, what's goin' on?

- You trust me, don't you?
- Almost.

Look, Al, all I'm doin' is
I'm just bidin' my time, okay,

until you and Beeks
get Arnold squared away.

That's it. So, you know,
as soon as you do that,

then I'll be able to
leap out of here, right?

Uh, 79.5% chance you'll leap, yeah.

Get back there and get workin' on
Arnold so I can leap outta here.

- Sam--
- I gotta go, Al.

- Sam--
- I gotta go.

Sam--

You think he'll show?

I'm a student of human nature, Frank.
He'll definitely show.

Aren't you worried
about the dean?

- Do I look worried?
- No.

- Where's your Studebaker?
- This car's just fine.

Tell me that you've ever
been in a race, Arnold.

More than one.

And what about you? You're just
here to make sure everything's fair?

In love and war, right?

The guy's a bum.

Sam, this is insane.
You'll die, I'll leap, and--

- It'll work.
- It'll never work.

- Zoey?
- Uh-huh.

- She's here.
- I've been watching you all day.

- You have?
- Mm-hmm.

You get a B-plus
for Mr. Fraternity over there.

- Only a B-plus?
- Well, let's see.

- What do we do?
- I'll take care of it. Don't sweat it.

He gets caught cheating on a final,
he gets expelled from college,

and even his own daddy
won't employ him.

Oh, isn't that special.

Makes you wonder
what really happened.

But now, for the real target--
Dr. Beckett.

His name was Leon Kanowski.
That's the right name, isn't it, Arnold?

I don't recognize it.

He was a cop.
He had nine kids.

And he got fired from his job,
and he couldn't handle the strain.

Why are you asking me
all these questions?

I'm sorry, kid.

You said I'd be returned to my own
time. You said I wouldn't be harmed.

I'm not gonna harm you.

Then why are you asking
about my parents?

Because I want you to be safe
when you go back.

You gotta stop taking these crazy
chances, tryin' to get yourself killed.

I protect the innocent.

Arnold, you couldn't
protect your parents...

when Kanowski opened fire.

You were seven years old.

You were goin' out to the car to get
your jacket when you heard the shots.

By the time you came back in,

it was just in time to see Kanowski
use the last bullet on himself.

- I should've died too.
- Oh, no.

I should've died too.

Well, you've seen it.
Now, let's get on with it.

I don't suppose that there are
any, uh, rules to this insane game.

Fun, isn't it?

Open up those Dumbo ears, Arnold,
'cause I'm only gonna explain this once.

Uh, stay with me,
'cause it's pretty complicated.

First, we say "go."

Then-Then we drive as fast as we can
up to this little white line.

Then the first person
to hit their brakes loses.

Now, was that clear enough for you,
or do you want me to break it down again?

You only got about 30 yards between
the line and the edge of the cliff.

Yeah, give or take.

- Give or take what?
- Twenty.

You mind tellin' me how
you plan to stop a car

between this line and
the edge of the cliff?

Well, duh!
Never thought about that one before.

Anyone a physics major here?

Let's see. Speeding object, 60-foot
drop, Newton's law of gravity--

I think you can
figure it out from there.

- Any more questions?
- Yeah, just one.

What's that?

How did a jerk like you get
to be president of anything?

Let's drag, geek!

I need you here, Al, right now.

Your beloved admiral
isn't here, Beckett.

This time,
you face your maker alone.

Will you get in the car, nerd-ball?
Geez! Come on!

Oh, this is so beautiful.
I'm going up for a better view.

- Forgot somethin'.
- What's that? Which pedal's the brake?

The stakes. If I win,
you and the Chi Kappas...

have to promise that you'll stop these
stupid races as part of your initiation.

Have we got a deal?

I don't know.
I'll have to ask my brothers.

I guess I misunderstood.

I figured you could make that
kind of a decision yourself.

- But I guess I was wrong.
- No, no, wait a minute.

All right. You got a deal.

One I'll never have to keep.

You're not supposed to die.

You weren't then,
and you're not now.

You've been trying to make this death
wish come true with these dumbbell stunts.

And sooner or later,
you're gonna succeed.

Then who's gonna protect
the innocent?

You don't have to risk your
life to do good, Arnold.

And you know what's amazing?

You're the most innocent one of all.

You were seven years old, Arnold.
Seven!

There's no way you could control
what happened to your parents.

And one more thing.

Do you think your folks would have
wanted it to happen this way?

Do you think your mom
and dad would have wished

that their only son die too?

Sam, I think I did it.

I think I got through to Arnold.
And you know what?

He's really a very sensitive kid--
Oh, my God. It's her.

Say hello to Al.

He's here?
Did he do it?

Sam, you gotta leap outta here.

I can't control things
with her changing history. Sam?

I'm taking Alia with me, Al.

Are you outta your mind?

Go!

Did you convince Arnold
to stop risking his life?

Yeah, but Ziggy says the odds of
Arnold getting killed in an accident

have dropped below 10%.

But your odds of getting
killed are over 90!

What's going on?
What's Al saying?

He's saying that, uh,
everything's gonna work out just fine.

- You're lying.
- Sam, stop the car, will ya?

I can't, Al. If I do that, Zoey will tell
Lothos, and he'll leap her out of here.

- I'll lose her forever.
- Well, so lose her! She tried to kill you!

She didn't. That's the whole point.
I'm taking her with me.

What if you don't?
What if she takes you with her?

Sam, things keep changing.
Somebody cut the brake line.

What are the odds of
Arnold's survival, Al?

- Will you forget about Arnold?
- Just tell me.

- All right. 93%. 94. 95.
- Now what's he saying?

Five more percent, and
we're outta here.

Yeah. Sam, there's a cliff
comin' up in about 200 yards.

- You owe me nothing.
- You don't have any brakes!

- What are the odds now, Al?
- Uh, 98.3 and holding.

- I need 100%.
- There's the finish line.

Sam, you gotta get outta here!
Jump! Jump!

Alia, we gotta bail. The brakes are gone.
Ready? Go!

Sam, are you all right?
Alia.

Oh, God. Alia.

Oh, Beckett, no.
Lothos, call Alia out now!

Uh, 99.4, Sam.
Point-five.

Point-six.
Fight back, Sam.

- I will kill you myself, Alia.
- Point-seven.

- Hang on.
- Point-nine!

Bingo! A hundred percent.

Alia? Alia?

Sam? Sam?

It's all right.

- It's all right. I'm right here.
- Where? Where are we?

I don't know.

Good Lord. Only a week in the box,
and you don't know where you are.

Sam?

- Sam? Sam?
- Sam?

If you're yellin' for
a three-letter savior,

I suggest you make it start with a "G."

I have to get out of here.

Well, that's simple.

All you have to do is tell me
which one of you two did it.

Did what?

First, you act like you
don't know where you are.

Then you pretend
you don't know why.

- We don't!
- Oh, you don't?

Well, you better figure it out,
or you're goin' back in that box.

Now, ladies, which one of you
murdered Carol Benning?

Oh, boy.

Copy. Gate's clear.

We had leaped together and survived,

but we still didn't know if Alia had
leaped with me, or I had leaped with her.

And being in a women's prison didn't make
finding the answer to that any easier.

Sit.

Just take it easy.
We'll figure this out, okay?

Nobody told you to talk!

I told you to sit!

I need to talk to her.

You got no needs. You got
no wants. You got no rights.

If you want answers, I suggest
you let me talk to her.

Now, why should I do you
any favors?

If I find out the truth,
who's doing who the favor?

Alone.

Step into my office.

Warden's got plans for you, Angel.

Big plans.