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- Previously on "Quantum Leap"...

Egypt. This is amazing.

- Ben, is that you?

Is that your hologram?

Hi, I'm Hannah Carson.

- I know why the accelerator keeps putting them together.

They're in love.

- Promise me you'll find me next time.

- I promise. From now on, I go forward.

- I love you.

[dramatic music]

- Whoa.

- I was called to D.C.

because they found something on a fragment of a hard drive

in a discontinued DARPA project.

- What is this? - A way to bring Ben home.

[horn blares]

[tires screeching] - [gasps]

- Ah, watch it! I've got fragile bones!

[engine revs]

This is false imprisonment.

I told you I'm innocent. You've got the wrong guy.

Are you lost or something?

Do you even know where you are?

Oh, please don't light up again.

This car reeks.

It's like Keith Richards bathed it in an ashtray.

I think you broke my wrist.

- No, I didn't-- I didn't break your wrist.

- Finally, he speaks!

After two hours of the silent treatment.

And how would you know if you broke my wrist?

Are you a doctor?

- Not the kind you're thinking of.

- And he does schtick?

Does your bail bondsman pay you extra for that?

- I'm a bounty hunter.

[metallic click] - Ow, ah, ah, ah, ah!

Come on, man.

- Nick Peterson, Carr Bail Bonds.

- OK, so you are definitely lost.

- Yeah, maybe a little.

- * I can't get no *

* Oh, no, no, no *

- Carr Bail Bonds. - Hey, it's Nick.

- Nick, is everything all right?

Did Kevin bolt?

I told you you can't trust him.

- No, it's nothing like that.

- Good.

But you're still going to have him here by midnight, right?

- Right. Remind me that address one more time.

- [scoffs] What?

You can't find your old precinct?

You're a funny guy, Nick.

- [chuckles] Yeah, the funniest.

[soft dramatic music]

* *

Hey, could you do me a favor?

Could I get the number for a former Princeton grad student,

Hannah Carson?

- Nicky, you deliver Kevin tonight,

and I will get you the number for Johnny Carson.

* *

[computer beeping]

[tense music]

* *

- You know, eight eyes on the back of my head

is not going to make me read this any faster.

- How about first impressions?

Do you think this equation can bring Ben home?

- It's too soon to tell.

Who even wrote this? - We don't know.

It's part of a scrapped DARPA project.

None of the engineers were named.

But if there is something here,

D.C. wants us putting all our resources into it.

- No, no, there's definitely something here.

It's just buried under a mountain of nothing.

- So you'll do your clickety-clack thing

and sort it out.

- Please tell me that you don't actually think

that's how this works.

- [chuckles] - Yes, I'll clickety-clack.

But look, there's no point in you guys standing here, OK?

This code could take months or years to sort through.

Look, don't get me wrong.

This is by far the best lead that we've had.

But it's just-- I don't know.

It's far from being real.

- So do we tell Ben?

- He's the one out there leaping.

He deserves to know. - I don't know.

We've been down this road so many times.

- Addison, you have the best read on him.

- Addison?

- Sorry.

Uh, Magic's right.

We can't keep getting his hopes up

and then pulling out the rug.

- OK, so we'll kick the tires,

see what we have before we read Ben in.

* *

- You think she's OK?

- Look, if you thought that

your boyfriend was going to propose to you,

but instead, he tells you that

your missing ex-fiancé may be returning,

an ex-fiancé who, mind you, might also be falling in love

with another woman outside of the bounds of time and space,

how do you think you would feel?

- I can't say I've been in that exact scenario,

but this one time-- [computer chimes]

- Hold that thought. I think I found Ben.

- Uh, potty break?

I've got an overactive bladder.

[funky music]

* *

[cuffs clinking]

Oh, come on, please. You don't--look.

Even wanted fugitives get a little stage fright.

Give me a break. I'm not going to run on you.

Listen, I swear on my children's lives.

- You have children? - I've got a nephew.

- OK.

- But I really, really like him.

See? I knew you'd be reasonable.

I mean, you don't want to be in here either, right?

- Yeah, I know.

- Oh, come on!

* *

- Finally, a friendly face. OK, so I'm Nick Peterson.

- You are former NYPD, first precinct.

Uh, it looks like you retired from the force last year.

Now you are a bounty hunter.

At least you have experience, right?

- Who's my gabby friend? - Kevin Zatt, esquire.

- A lawyer.

- Kevin's client list is a who's who

of the criminal underworld-- mobsters, drug runners.

His crown jewel is Sonny Fox, who happens to be

one of the world's most dangerous arms dealers.

- OK. So why was Kevin arrested?

- Money laundering.

Though it turns out he was skimming from his clients too.

OK, in the original history,

he skipped bail, slipped your custody,

and...

- What?

- Fox's enforcers found him, tortured him, killed him.

And that is the PG-13 version. - OK.

But I can't be here just to make sure Kevin goes to jail.

- According to Ziggy, that is exactly why you're here,

to protect the world's most annoying criminal

from the world's most dangerous one.

- There has to be something redeemable about this guy.

I'm usually helping good people through a life crisis.

- Look, we'll keep digging, but stay vigilant.

You take your eyes off this guy for one second, he's gone.

[clanking] - Oh!

It was clogged.

[engine revving]

Whatever your bond agent's paying you,

I'll double it to let me go.

- I know it may not seem like it,

but the safest place you can be right now

is attached to my wrist.

Stealing from arms dealers?

You had to know you were writing your own death warrant.

And why'd you do it? - I didn't.

Like I said, this is all a misunderstanding.

- Then why bribe me to escape?

If you're innocent, you'd get acquitted.

- You think a lawyer is going to get a fair trial?

Please. Everyone hates lawyers.

I hate lawyers.

I'm not going to survive one day on the inside.

I need to sit on bespoke furniture.

I need to eat on china plates.

I need to sleep on Egyptian cotton.

Do you have any idea

what the thread count is of prison sheets?

It's not high! - You'll survive.

- [clears throat] Listen.

Let me make it worth your while.

I have cash, bonds, uncut diamonds,

all smuggled from my client.

- You just said you were innocent!

- I'm a criminal. I lie.

- I'm getting that sense.

- I actually have this life philosophy.

It's called radical selfishness.

I'm six chapters into a memoir.

[engine revving]

[The Easybeats' "Good Times"]

- I think we're being followed.

- By that heap of scrap? Please.

The guys chasing me are going to be driving something

way nicer than-- [gunshots]

- Now do you believe me?

- Uncuff me! Uncuff me!

* *

We're gonna die! Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!

[both screaming] [truck horn honking]

- * Come on, baby, it won't take long *

* Only takes a minute just to sing my song *

* Boney Moroney is gonna be with Jim *

- Shoot back! Shoot back!

- I'm not a gun guy!

- Maybe now is a good time to start!

* *

How can you see with all this dust?

- I can't, but neither can they!

- * Uh-huh, uh-huh *

* And this is what I'm gonna do *

* I'm gonna put a call to you *

- Hold on tight!

- * I'm gonna have a good time tonight *

* Rock and roll music gonna play all night *

* Come on, baby, it won't take long *

- Oh, yeah! Take that!

Stop the car.

Stop the car! Stop the car!

- I can't! The brakes are stuck!

[both screaming]

* *

[dramatic music]

* *

[suspenseful music]

[both coughing]

- Hey, Kevin. We have to get out of here.

I smell gas. The car's about to explode.

[straining] I can't--

[grunting]

My arm's pinned.

Uncuff yourself. Then pull me out.

- Really? You trust me now?

- Not really!

But I'm sort out of options here, so...

go!

* *

Kevin?

Kevin!

Kevin!

[straining]

- [grunts] It looks bad. It looks bad back there.

[both straining]

- [screams]

- Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!

* *

- Tree! Get behind the tree!

[flames crackling]

[cuffs clink] - Are you kidding?

I just saved your life!

- And I deeply appreciate that.

Let me return the favor by saving yours.

Come on. We've got to move.

[both grunting]

- Fine, I'll pay you four times your bounty to let me go.

- I'm not taking a bribe.

OK, looks like there's a gas station

two miles up the road this way.

- You might want to get that shoulder looked at.

Could be dislocated. - It's not dislocated.

- He's right. You should see a doctor.

- I'm fine.

- OK. Got it.

Is it the taxes?

Because I can set up a Swiss account.

- I don't need your money.

- What about enemies? I bet you have some enemies.

I can destroy somebody's life with two phone calls.

Maybe your ex?

- What makes you think I have an ex?

- Ring finger tan.

For a bounty hunter, you really suck at recognizing clues.

What, did she catch you with another woman?

- No.

- You catch her with another guy?

- No. - Two other guys?

- It wasn't like that.

Just have this thing where I put distance between myself

and the people I love.

Plus I'm on the road a lot.

- Got it.

So another guy.

[soft dramatic music]

- She's an amazing person.

She deserves to have someone who is there for her.

Really there for her.

- [fake retching]

Listen, I got the best divorce guy.

He'll help you screw her over real good.

- I don't want to screw her over real good.

- You got to look out for number one.

I actually have a whole chapter about it

in "Radical Selfishness."

- So do you think he's still got

a heart of gold in there, or--

- OK.

Honestly, Kevin,

I think this whole selfishness thing is a cover.

You risked your life to save me from that car.

- Because I didn't want to have night terrors

about you burning up like an overcooked sausage.

- I'm not buying it.

- Don't tell me you're one of those guys that thinks...

[mockingly] There's some good in everybody.

[normally] You're like my brother.

Everything's sunshine and rainbows.

Or as I like to call it, delusional.

- What made you such a cynic?

- Experience.

Here's one.

Senior year of high school,

some anonymous donor endowed a scholarship

for the valedictorian.

I desperately wanted to get out of there, so I busted my butt.

Sure enough, I get straight As.

And then by the time graduation rolls around,

I'm the valedictorian.

Except the principal bumps me down out of nowhere

because some kiss-ass sycophant went behind my back

and snaked that scholarship out from under me.

[somber music]

- Really sorry to hear that.

- Universe never did anything for me.

Why should I give anything back?

Radical selfishness.

* *

- Jesus, they ran you off the road?

It's a miracle you're alive. - Yeah.

Think we lost them.

- Just browsing.

- Any luck on finding Hannah Carson?

- No, no one matching your description

in the tri-state area.

- Did you try the mid-Atlantic?

- Nothing. What's this for?

[chuckles] Better not be moonlighting on me.

- No, no. Nothing like that.

Just-- [indistinct PA announcement]

Looks like our bus is boarding. I got to run.

I'll see you in a few hours.

[sighs] Come on. Got to go.

[seat leather squeaking]

Can you just pick a position?

- You couldn't spring the extra two bucks for first class?

This isn't a seat. It's a torture device.

I have to go to the bathroom.

- I'm not falling for that again.

- What, you think I'm going to jump off a moving bus?

- Yeah, that's exactly what I think you're going to do.

- I thought you believed that I wasn't selfish.

- I'm an optimist, not an idiot.

What's in your pocket there?

- Nothing.

- What's that in-- - No, there's nothing--

- There's a bulge in your pocket.

- There's nothing in my pocket.

- What's this in your pocket? - A pack of gum. Get--

[tense music]

- You stole this from the bus station?

- Yeah, I did.

I told you I was a criminal. That's what we do.

- [whispering] Why are you like this?

- [sighs] Growing up,

if my brother and I wanted to eat, we had to scrap.

We would hit a grocery store, a five-and-dime.

I was the one that got pinched.

Few times, bunch of times.

Josh, he was the one that got away.

He always got away.

- You and your brother still close?

- No.

* *

OK.

Five times your bounty, final offer.

And you know what? - [sighs]

- I'll throw in a diamond for this new girlfriend of yours.

- [chuckles] What makes you think I have a new girlfriend?

- I'm very intuitive.

Plus, your car smelled like smoke.

You haven't lit up for hours.

You're trying to quit for someone.

And then that goofy little smile when you said,

"What makes you think I have a new girlfriend?"

Dead giveaway.

- It's complicated.

- Hey, you can talk to Uncle Kev.

- We've been on three dates.

And it's long-distance, so...

- How long-distance? - Last date was in Cairo.

- You like her.

You love her?

- I think so.

- Well, then how complicated can it be?

Look, you only have so many shots

at happiness in this life.

You got to look out for number one.

- Radical selfishness. - Yeah!

Now he's getting it.

* *

- So for three years,

I think Ben's dead.

And it takes every ounce of me

to feel like I am walking on solid ground again.

And then as soon as I find that,

as soon as I find Tom,

I go from solid ground to an earthquake.

Seeing Ben every day.

Watching him fall for someone else.

And then as soon as I make peace with that,

now he's maybe coming home.

- Yeah, you've been thrown more curveballs

than any person should have to handle in a lifetime,

let alone a few months.

- You have any Magic pearls of wisdom for that one?

- You know, you shouldn't have to go through all this alone.

If you're struggling, talk to Tom.

Tell him where your head is.

Help is not a four-letter word.

- Actually, it is.

- You deserve to be happy.

- Addison, Addison!

We need you back in the imaging chamber.

Ben's in trouble.

[suspenseful music]

- Listen, if I die from chronic kidney failure,

that's on your conscience forever.

- Hey, one of Fox's enforcers got on at the last stop.

Four rows up, cowboy hat.

* *

- Change of plans. Bathroom break.

- Now?

And we're going together. OK, look--

* *

- We're getting off this bus. - We're doing what now?

- Fox's guys are here,

and I don't think it's to hear your book proposals.

- Hey--ah!

- You got other ideas? - No, not right now!

But maybe we bat around some alts for a bit?

[gun clicks]

[pounds on door]

[high-pitched] Uh, occupied!

[glass shatters]

* *

- You're not gonna like this next part!

[both shout]

[both groaning and coughing]

- Ben, we gotta pick up the pace.

Sonny's men are gonna keep coming after you.

- Come on.

- Wow.

What are the odds you land right on the same shoulder?

You should probably get that checked out.

- Actually, he's right.

Ziggy says if you don't get medical attention,

Nick loses his left arm from the infection.

- I know a doctor close by.

- We're in the middle of nowhere.

- So is my guy, which, bonus,

means we can lay low until the heat dies down.

- OK, Mr. Radical Selfishness, what's your angle here?

- No angle, I swear.

- [laughing] Oh, there's an angle.

His doctor? It's his brother.

- He's your brother?

Yeah, you're not the only intuitive one.

- Uh--yeah, he is my brother,

but we hate each other for, pfft,

I don't know, a thousand different reasons?

Trust me, if I were trying to escape,

Josh is the last person I would go to.

- Then maybe this is the leap. A way to redeem Kevin.

Maybe he needs to reconcile with his brother.

[soft dramatic music]

* *

- Lead the way.

* *

- Can you uncuff me? - [scoffs]

- I hate my brother.

But this might be the last chance I have

for a while to see my nephew.

I would hate for this to be the lasting image he has of me.

Please.

- [groans]

Don't make me regret this.

- Thanks.

- Hands in the air! - Holy hell!

- Uncle Kevin!

- Hey, hey, hey, buddy.

Oh, my gosh, look at you! You're so big!

And you're-- you're packing heat now, huh?

- It's a Red Ryder BB gun.

I saved cereal box tops for two years.

- I bet you did.

This kid's gonna run the world someday.

Got something for you.

You think he'd like to go join his friends?

- Uncle Kevin sends me teddy bears

for my birthday every year.

I've got a whole family now.

- Wow, how selfless.

- Jeffrey, put that thing down before you shoot your eye out.

* *

Kevin. What are you doing here?

- Uh, we were--we were just passing through town

on our way to a meeting.

Structured finance, it's very complicated.

They needed the best, called me.

And we ran into a little bit of trouble on the--

- [clears throat] - Oh, right. This is Nick.

Sorry. He's my...chauffeur.

We were in a terrible accident

because he's a really awful driver.

- I'm a bad driver.

- Banged his shoulder up.

Would you-- do you mind taking a look?

* *

- Come inside.

* *

Got you some antibiotics.

Don't want it to get infected.

- So you two are brothers?

- What, we don't seem like two peas in a pod to you?

[chuckles] No, we met in foster care.

We were inseparable. Eddie Haskell and the Beav.

- Which one were you?

- I was obviously the Beav, yeah.

We bounced around to a few homes together.

By the time we were 12, we were on our own.

- That must have made you really close.

- It did.

Until it didn't.

When you're a kid, it's a thrill

following the smooth-talking rebel.

But Eddie Haskell doesn't age well.

[clears throat] OK, hold still.

So what are you?

NYPD? FBI? Escorting Kevin into custody?

- Bounty hunter.

- There's no escaping karma.

- [clears throat]

Do you think he has any chance of redemption?

- Well, he's had dozens.

Blown them all.

Kevin never misses an opportunity

to miss an opportunity.

We studied pathological narcissism in med school.

Let's just say I aced that unit.

- It sounds like he was dealt a rough hand.

- Well, so was I.

You don't see me going to prison.

- True.

- You know the worst part? He was the smart one.

He would have been valedictorian

of our high school class, except he was caught

stealing from the petty cash fund

the week before graduation and nearly got expelled.

- So they gave it to you instead.

[somber music]

- All right. Well, we're all done here.

You're as good as new, almost.

- Mind if I make a call? - It's right through there.

- Thanks.

- The good news is, you know that thug from the bus?

Cops scooped him up at the next stop.

Outstanding warrants.

Bad news, Fox will send someone else.

So where are you? I'll pick you up.

- 101 Hewitt Road, Stockton.

- In the middle of nowhere? Why are you way out there?

[door opens] - Sorry, I'm late. Mwah.

The alternator busted again, so I had to walk.

- I can pick you up in a couple hours.

Can you sit tight till then?

[gentle music]

- Yeah, I think I could hang around a little while.

[indistinct chatter]

[soft music]

* *

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

- We get it. You like the potatoes.

- Hey, Nick. [music stops abruptly]

Have you ever had potatoes like this, ever?

- Yeah, yeah. Everything's delicious.

Thank you. - They're so crispy!

It's like I'm--

I'm biting into a fallen leaf on a cold autumn day.

- Do you want to know the secret?

- Yes.

- I cook them in Worcestershire.

The amino acids react with the sugar in the potatoes,

which enhances the browning.

- The Maillard reaction. Right, Mom?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, I think we know which side of the family

he gets the smarts from.

- You're a scientist, Hannah?

- She's the first woman

to chair the physics department at Princeton.

- You're the chair. - [chuckles]

- Wow, that's so impressive.

- Well, Josh is no slouch.

He's dean of the Rutgers med school.

- Yep, real power couple.

Beauty and the dweeb.

- That's enough, Kevin.

- So, Nick, tell us, is there a special lady in your life?

- [clears throat]

- He just started seeing someone new.

And don't let this old sour mug fool you.

The guy is head over heels.

- They don't need to hear about my love life.

Josh, what's Rutgers like?

- Come on, Casanova!

It's, like, the one interesting thing about you.

Tell them about your date in Cairo.

[soft dramatic music]

[utensils clanking]

* *

- Sorry. Um, would you excuse me a moment?

* *

[groans softly]

* *

- Were you just going to not tell me?

Were you going to sit there and say nothing

after you promised-- - I don't know! OK?

I don't know what I was going to do

or I don't know what I was supposed to do.

* *

- Jeffrey!

- This is--this is a lot.

I literally saw you yesterday, and now so much has changed.

- In nine years.

Look, maybe we just let this sink in.

Because if you're here,

that means somebody's in trouble.

Don't tell me there are more Nazis in New Jersey.

- [chuckles]

* *

Actually, I think I'm here for Kevin.

- Well, if there was ever a soul in need of saving.

- You think so too?

OK, well, that's good to hear

because Josh doesn't seem as on board.

- Well, Kevin and my husband have a complicated history.

- Well, it's got nothing on our complicated history.

- No. [chuckles] No, it doesn't.

We have a lot of history.

* *

- Jeffrey, your Uncle Kevin is not a serious man.

Don't listen to him.

- We should probably head inside

before they kill each other. - Yeah.

- You are not a nationally ranked marksman!

- Not officially,

but I scored off the charts at an exhibition!

- [scoffing] Sure.

- The range master said I should be teaching the course!

- What did we just walk into?

- It's like you don't even realize when you're lying.

It's pathological!

- Let me prove it.

Hey, Jeffrey.

Do you think a BB could rip a teddy bear in half?

Why don't we go grab that puppy and test it out?

- You're not serious.

[quirky music]

You're serious. OK, no wait. Hold on.

Wait! Wait. Wait!

- Ben, look.

I know that you're here to help Kevin,

but we may not get another chance to talk.

- I feel bad leaving them alone with a weapon.

- It's non-lethal. Come on.

[switch clicks]

[device whirring]

- Is this a hydroelectric turbine?

- [chuckles]

I've been building it with Jeffrey.

- You built a renewable home generator

with your seven-year-old?

- Well, he's a pretty special kid.

- Yeah. Well, so is his mom.

[switch clicks] [clears throat]

Um, do you like being a mom?

- Mm, I love it.

Every day, he makes me laugh,

and every day, he makes me think.

[soft dramatic music]

God, Ben, I've missed you, Ben.

- Hannah, you're married.

- Do you think it's possible to love two people

at the same time?

- I--I don't know.

- Well, I do.

It is.

We're taught that love is finite.

But it's not. Every parent knows that.

You have a child, your heart expands.

- Hannah. - Look around, Ben.

Look at the world the same way you look at time.

There is no limit to love.

* *

- Mom, can I watch TV?

- [clears throat]

Uh, Sweetie, I thought you were upstairs

with Dad and Uncle Kevin.

- We were.

But he made Dad so mad, he stormed off.

- Jeffrey, where's Uncle Kevin now?

- He said he wanted to play with my bears.

- Oh.

[tense music]

* *

- These... [diamonds clattering]

Broke, and I'm just-- I'm trying to sew them back on.

Do you have any thread

or a needle around here somewhere?

* *

- Unbelievable.

- What kind of monster

hides stolen blood money in the gifts he gives

to his seven-year-old nephew?

- The clever kind. - Your brother was right.

You are nothing but a narcissist.

- How could you involve Jeffrey in this?

- Hannah.

To be fair, I was pretty clear from the get-go that I'm--

- Oh, OK, enough with your radical selfishness!

I am done with your excuses.

- Why take loose diamonds?

What was he going to do with them?

- I'm sure he's got a guy.

A fence.

Any self-respecting criminal has got one on speed dial.

- Did you have a guy?

- Not that I'm gonna tell you about.

[suspenseful music]

[tablet chimes] What is it?

- Well, I ran a deep dive

on the hit man from the bus.

- Right. Thanks to Ben, he got arrested.

- And he was bailed out just a few hours later.

Look who paid the bond.

- Elena Carr. Ben's boss is working for Fox.

- He must have bought her off.

- No wonder she told him to stay put.

She's coming for him.

- I'll go get Addison.

- I was going to donate the money,

or at least you can't prove that I wasn't going to.

- Ben, your bond agent double-crossed you.

She'll be here any minute. - Is that Addison?

- Who's Addison? - What's she saying?

- What's who saying? - That we're not safe.

That the men who want to hurt Kevin

are going to be here any minute.

- What? - I'm sorry.

- I'm so confused. What is happening?

- I have to get Jeffrey and Josh.

We need to get out of here. - They don't have a car.

- Hannah, we can't go!

- If they leave, Elena will catch them on the road.

- We have to take them out when they get here.

- OK.

How?

- Uh, I'm still working on that.

- I'm sorry, did you-- did you just say take them out?

- Ever heard of a snap trap?

We get a lot of rodents around here.

You use their curiosity to lure them in.

Then--[claps hands] - Yeah.

Yeah, that's brilliant.

But how do we--[claps]

* *

OK.

You have paint thinner. Do you have any bleach?

- How would we contain the chlorination...

- Without an accelerant? Good point.

- Oh, what about an electrostatic discharge?

- You have a 220 down here? - Just a 110.

- I'm sorry. What is happening?

Do you two know each other from before?

- Your turbine!

If we rerouted the electricity--

- We'd just have to iodize the reaction.

both: Rock salt.

- [gasps] I've got some upstairs.

Let's go.

- Rock salt?

- They're coming here?

How do they even know where he was?

- Right now, all that matters is keeping Jeffrey safe.

I need you to go upstairs and lock the door.

Nick and I have a plan.

- You and Nick? We just met this person.

- He's a former cop.

- I should be staying down here.

You should be going upstairs with Jeffrey.

- Honey, there's no time to explain, OK?

I just need you to trust me.

- I'm scared.

* *

- Well, what do I always say?

Courage is a choice.

Let's go.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- One more time. I know I said,

"Explain this to me like I was a ten-year-old,"

but why don't we bump that down to five?

- We're routing these electrical wires

into the salt water.

Salt water's conductive,

so the current flows through it.

- Bad guys step in the water, bad guys get shocked,

bad guys go night-night.

- Great.

What keeps us from going night-night?

- Unless we're all wearing rubber boots,

we just have to stay out of the water.

- It's not charged yet.

But when it does turn on,

it's only going to last a few seconds,

so we need to get this timing just right.

* *

- They're here. - The trap's not ready.

We need another inch of water.

- OK. Uh, Kevin, stall.

- Me? I'm the one that they're here to kill.

- They won't kill you until after they get the diamonds.

- Oh, great.

That's very reassuring. Thank you.

- I know you're selfish. Radically selfish.

But that doesn't mean you don't love your brother.

- Eh...

- OK.

Then Jeffrey.

And me.

- Sometimes if you want the universe

to give you something,

you have to give it something first.

* *

- OK, OK.

But...

this is not going in the book!

* *

Are you selling "Encyclopedia Britannicas"?

Because I've been missing my "PQ"

for what feels like forever.

- Kevin.

Ever the fast talker.

How's that working out for you?

- Or would the plural be "Encyclopedias Britannica"?

Nope, that--you know, that just doesn't really

sound right either, does it?

- Where are the diamonds? - The diamonds are probably...

[voice cracks] In the D volume.

I will get them for you right now.

Pronto.

Posthaste.

ASAP.

But first, I just--

I need a guarantee that nobody is going to get hurt.

- Oh, I guess that depends on whether you start cooperating.

- Cooperate? I'll cooperate.

So cooperative.

- Good.

- But first, I'm going to need you to hear my side of this.

And so we're all going to need an understanding

of the case law around intent.

- This is just wasn't how I pictured our fourth date.

- Mm, I've had worse.

- [chuckles]

I finally connect with someone,

and the next leap, I meet her husband.

- Not to mention lethal home invaders.

- At least the accelerator has a sense of humor.

[bittersweet music]

- Maybe it's a test.

- Of? - Strength. Faith?

* *

- Maybe.

Could our next leap just be us sitting quietly by a fire?

- [chuckles]

- All right, all right.

Stop. Listen up.

Enough stalling.

- But this is the interesting part.

- Tell me where the diamonds are

or I start shooting ears off.

- Diamonds. Oh, my gosh, right. - Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

- I kind of lost the thread. They're inside. Come on in.

[tense music]

* *

I hid them in gifts to my nephew.

Not my proudest moment.

But Fox sells grenade launchers to dictators,

so, you know, glass houses and whatnot.

* *

- Why is it all wet down here?

- Now!

[switch clicks]

[electricity thrumming]

[dramatic music]

* *

Rubber soles!

[dramatic music]

[both grunting]

* *

- Are you sure you two didn't know each other from before?

[both grunting]

- [bellows]

* *

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

[BB gun fires]

- [sighs]

- Oh, we did it.

Yeah, I mean, I did at the end with the--

I shot her in the eye.

- Give me that. - Careful.

You really will shoot your eye out with that thing.

Well, so you think Attica will let me bring my own sheets?

- My job was to bring you to your bond agent.

That's what I did.

It's not my fault she's going to prison.

- That might be the first time I've ever seen him speechless.

- I--um--

can I give you something in return?

Not a bribe, like a--like a bonus?

Hey, what about a diamond for that, uh, new girl?

- I'm good.

But I must say, you might have a point

with your whole taking care of yourself thing.

I could probably do a little bit of that.

- You know, I could use a blurb for the back of the book.

You want to put that in writing?

- Please leave before I change my mind.

- Great. Sounds good.

Ah. - [chuckles]

- Let's--

- Oh. - We gonna hug?

- I mean, a handshake-- - Let's--sure.

- Yeah? Yeah. - [clears throat]

- I'll, um--I'll send letters.

- I'd like that.

But please, no bears.

- No, no, no, no.

Far too small for a whole brick of hashish anyway.

- [chuckles]

- Hey, got him to laugh! Look at that.

Is, uh-- is Elena's car spoken for?

Or, you know, just--yeah.

[soft dramatic music]

- [sighs] Might be the friendliest exchange

we've had in a decade.

- Mm. - [chuckles softly]

Thank you, for everything.

Take care.

- You too.

* *

- Wait!

Nick.

* *

Your jacket. I, uh...

It's cold out there.

* *

- Thank you, Hannah.

[somber music]

* *

You have a lovely home.

* *

- Come back anytime.

* *

- Those goodbyes never get easier.

- [clears throat] What did Ziggy say?

I could use a happy ending about now.

- Elena goes to jail,

but not before she rats out her arms dealer boss.

- And Kevin?

- Starts a new life in South America.

- With all that diamond money.

- Actually, he donates most of it.

He and Josh set up a scholarship at their school.

[tense music]

* *

- What is it? - [sighs]

* *

- Josh dies in 18 months.

It's a ruptured aortic aneurysm.

- I can't let that happen to Hannah.

It's an easy surgery if you catch it early.

I have to tell Hannah.

* *

- [softly] Ben.

- Hey, I was just going to find you.

I'm running to that panel. Nightcap when I get home?

- Yeah, can we talk for a second?

- I'm already super late.

- Yeah, I found the ring.

I swear I was looking for caraway.

- [sighs] I knew I shouldn't have made that damn shakshuka.

- Look, I've spent all day trying to figure out

if I should say something or not.

And then I realized that when I'm stuck...

[gentle music]

You are the one who gets me unstuck.

* *

Were you going to propose?

- I might have had a plan.

One knee, candles, big, romantic speech.

Every time I wanted to ask,

another emergency was dropped into our lap.

- Yeah, well, not a lot of slow news days around here.

- [sighing] Yeah, right.

[sighs]

* *

- OK. I--I didn't--

- Yeah, I know. - Mean that you need to--

- But...

I--I want to, more than anything.

* *

Addison, I have a--

- Yes.

I'm sorry.

I know--I know you had a whole speech planned.

But...

yes.

* *