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Previously on "Quantum Leap"...

I found something seriously wrong with the quantum

processing chip that your boss built for me.

The chip is transmitting Ziggy's code out of HQ,

presumably back to him.

You're with someone else.

We'll get through it together.

You're Agent Robert Cook from Project Sign.

Hannah, is it?

I believe in all kinds of impossible things.

You try explaining a yo-yo to somebody

who doesn't know what they are.

Centrifugal force, angular momentum,

that would have been considered witchcraft

a hundred years ago.

Henry!

It's me, Lawrence.

Thank God. Thank God you're here.

You're bleeding. What happened?

Someone found me.

They thought I had the formula.

You're going to be OK. Just breathe.

He had cold blue eyes.

Help!

We need help!

Henry, it's real.

You have to find it before they can.

We're going to find it together, OK?

Just hold on. Hold on, Lawrence.

Path... finder.

Lawrence.

Lawrence!

Lawrence!

Has anybody seen Magic? He's not in his office.

Uh, he's taking a personal day.

Magic doesn't take personal days.

Maybe that last leap shook him up.

I mean, after everything he's been through, you know?

I spoke to him. He's doing fine.

In the meantime, we need a schedule to decide

who's next on hologram duty.

One, two, three. - Rock, paper, scissors.

- Yes! - God, dang it!

Why do I keep losing? - Ian, always go paper.

That's not how statistical probability works.

- Eh. - It's not.

Oh, look, I got him.

I got him.

What happened?

I don't--I don't know. I just had a signal.

Ian, did we lose him?

Like "lose him" lose him? No, no, no, no.

This looks like it's an internal system error.

Uh, I am going to go and check the backup servers.

But I will be right back.

You move fast when you want to.

So will security once I tell them.

You're not going to do that, Ian,

not when I'm your only chance of getting

your system back online.

Look, what do you want?

My employer provided a prototype under the condition

that you would share any data you collected while using it.

I will deliver what I promised, OK?

But right now I need that quantum chip reactivated.

It is an emergency.

I'd love to help,

but the chip requires authorization codes

every 24 hours to stay active.

And seeing as how you locked us out--

You were stealing data.

No, we were collecting that which

we were entitled to collect.

You made the deal, Ian.

How about this?

Tell me we have an agreement.

And as a show of good faith, I'll reactivate the chip

for the rest of the day.

Well, you're a long way from California, Professor McCoy.

You're also the last one to see the victim alive.

I told you, Professor Lawrence had already

been attacked when I got here.

He said the killer had cold blue eyes.

Oh, they were cold.

Well, that helps narrow it down.

See, what I still don't understand is what you

were doing on campus alone at 4:00 in the morning.

Sorry I'm late.

Technical difficulties.

Mr. McCoy, you got any communist ties?

What?

Oh, uh...

Oh, he's barking up the wrong tree.

Before he became a professor, Sergeant McCoy

served in the Eighth Airborne Division

during World War II, multiple tours in Normandy.

Mr. McCoy--

You can address me as Sergeant.

I earned that distinction after serving in Normandy.

Where did you serve? - Dairy Queen, apparently.

We appreciate your service.

But that doesn't change the fact that you're

a material witness to a homicide.

I'm gonna ask you not to leave town.

- Is that all? - For now.

Ooh.

Normandy.

Huh.

Welcome to Princeton, New Jersey.

It's 1955.

You're a visiting physics professor and already a suspect

in an unsolved murder.

Wait a minute. Princeton, 1955?

Jenn, we are in the most exciting place

at the most exciting time in American scientific history.

All of the greatest minds are working

here right now, including--

Albert Einstein, your hero.

We know.

You've ruined many a lunch with your dissertations

on the Father of Space--

Spacetime, relativity, quantum entanglement.

Einstein is the reason I fell in love with physics

in the first place.

And I have a chance to meet him.

Oh, I'm sorry, Ben.

It's May 15th. Einstein died a month ago.

Oh.

Hold up, that might be related

to the reason why you're here.

Einstein's death?

It seems the late Professor Lawrence wrote

several letters to Professor McCoy--

that's you-- asking you to help him

look for a missing formula that was created

by Albert Einstein.

Jenn, no, I've read every single paper

published by Albert Einstein, every historical record,

every biography.

And there's nothing about some missing formula.

Maybe he was working on a top-secret project.

- Come on, what are the ch-- - Professor McCoy?

We're with the Atomic Energy Commission.

Would you come with us, please?

Am I under arrest?

Quite the opposite.

We need your help.

Is that who I think it is?

Yeah.

Is she another leaper? Like Martinez?

We're not detecting a quantum anomaly, no.

That's Hannah Carson, the woman you met in New Mexico

six years ago, the one you told to come here to Princeton.

What are the odds of me crossing paths

with the same person in two different leaps?

I mean, I'm not Ian, so I don't have, like,

a weirdly exact number for you.

But I'd say the odds are crazy slim.

Maybe the accelerator just decided you needed a friend.

We'll take it from here.

Professor Lawrence said we could trust you.

It goes without saying, everything you see here

is highly classified.

Jenn, this is project Matterhorn,

the government program that conducted top-secret

thermonuclear research.

I was just about to tell you that.

Wait, why am I whispering?

Professor, ready for a glimpse of the future?

The future's a steampunk hamster maze?

The stellarator.

I remember reading about this.

In letters.

Lawrence told me you were working on the cutting edge

of nuclear fusion.

Yes.

These twisting magnetic coils allow us

to stimulate plasma particles that could,

in theory, generate limitless clean energy one day.

Do you have the time?

Yeah.

Oh.

Ah.

Sorry, that never gets old.

No, this is--oh.

You'll have to excuse my research assistant.

She is a kid in a candy store.

I'm Dr. Karl Donovan, project supervisor here at Matterhorn.

Thank you for coming under such trying circumstances,

Professor McCoy.

Professor Lawrence was a good man.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Sit, please.

That will be all, Ms. Carson.

I'm under the impression Lawrence confided

in you a great deal, including his search

for Einstein's formula.

- Told you so. - He did mention it to me.

But he was vague on specifics.

Before he died, Einstein had thrown himself

into solving the problems of nuclear fusion.

- Of which there are many. - And he solved them.

He did?

Yes, Einstein sketched out a formula days before he died.

But it was thought this work perished with him.

Until Lawrence found the clue,

which is when he reached out to me.

Whatever it was, Lawrence never shared it

with any of us at Matterhorn.

He was waiting for you.

Unfortunately, someone else got to him first.

"They thought I had the formula."

That's what he said before he died.

Professor McCoy, the public at large

may not know what we do here at Matterhorn.

But I assure you our enemies do.

Soviet spies have been circling this project

for quite some time.

I don't have to tell you that if the Soviets

find that formula, they will gain

limitless power overnight.

And the United States will be quite

literally left in the dark.

Do you think you can locate it?

McCoy failed in the original timeline.

But Ziggy says there's a 97% chance

you're here to finish the job.

Lawrence was my friend.

And Einstein has been my obsession.

If that formula's here, I'll find it.

You can't do that. Fellows only.

Relax. I just saved you a day's work.

What was that about?

NAS fellowships.

It's a total boys' club.

They sit around all day pretending

to be brilliant and collect fat research grants.

Right, National Academy of Sciences.

I'm guessing women like yourself are--

Passed over repeatedly.

But my day will come.

In the meantime, if you need any help getting

around campus, I am available.

I'm finishing a paper, but otherwise.

Huh. What are you researching?

Untangling the theory of quantum entanglement.

Donovan's going to help me get it published

at the end of this quarter.

Bye-bye, boys' club.

That's great, Hannah.

Did I tell you my name?

Hm?

Uh, I--

Professor Lawrence wrote about you in his letters.

He said you were quite brilliant.

Apparently, you're from New Mexico?

Yeah, it's a crazy story actually.

Um, anyway, I'm here if you need me.

Good luck, Professor McCoy.

Thanks.

Ben, I'm looking at that paper she mentioned.

Hannah's name isn't on it.

In fact, it's not on anything that was published.

She works for Donovan for years,

and he just keeps taking the credit.

To hell with that.

Come again?

I said I could use your help with that--this,

my search for Einstein's formula.

It would be in an official capacity.

We would share the credit for any discoveries made 50/50.

Two birds, one stone. I like this plan.

You want to share credit with me?

You don't even know me.

Well, fair is fair.

And like I said, Lawrence was a fan.

So I figure it might help open some doors.

Yeah, it would open every door.

Thank you.

I, uh...

I just--Professor, this is going to sound strange.

But have we met before?

No, no.

No, just one of those faces.

OK then.

This formula, where do you want to start?

Lawrence wrote to me that he found a clue

about the formula's location.

But I have no idea where this clue could be.

Hm, you want my scientific opinion?

- Please. - We search his apartment.

Genius.

Uh, is anybody else's brain melting

with the possibilities here?

I mean, if Ben discovers the secret to fusion in 1955,

won't that massively change the course of the 20th century?

No more gas pumps. No more global warming.

Magic picked a hell of a day to take off.

This is the butterfly effect to end all butterfly effects.

Our cars could be flying by the time this is over.

Let's forget the flying cars and focus

on helping Ben, starting with, who else is looking

for that formula in 1955?

Where's Ian?

They're trying to figure out what caused

that glitch this morning.

OK, OK, I can do this.

I will start looking through the old intelligence archives

and see what I can find on Russian spies at Princeton.

Is it weird seeing your old stomping grounds?

I didn't go until 50 years later.

A lot had changed by then.

Yeah, but, I mean, it's still got to bring back memories.

Let me know if Ben finds anything.

Someone's a step ahead of us.

Well, if Lawrence found something important,

he would have hidden it somewhere

only you could find it.

Any ideas?

We served together.

Lawrence talked about you.

He told me you saved his life.

Is that how you were injured?

Oh, um, I'm sorry.

That was none of my business.

Ben, I'm looking at Lawrence and McCoy's military records.

The Eighth Airborne Division had a code name.

Path... finder.

Pathfinder.

That's German for "solitude."

And that's Al's handwriting.

Hang on, did you just refer

to the Father of Relativity as "Al"?

You knew him?

Well, we only met a few times, but yes.

He was quite fun actually.

Wait, I recognize this window.

Oh, no, Ben.

It's in the physics library.

Einstein's telling us where to look.

Hannah, this is fantastic.

Opposite. Opposite of fantastic.

Finding that clue just altered the entire timeline.

Come on, I'll take you there.

Ben, Hannah's going to die tonight.

Professor, you coming?

Well, we're in the right place.

Maybe the formula is in one of the books?

No wonder Lawrence needed my help.

Needle, meet haystack.

I'm sorry, this section of the library is closed.

Oh, Professor McCoy is...

Ben?

Here on behalf of the Atomic Energy Commission.

If you could just give us 15 minutes?

How does she die?

Apparently, there's, like, a freak lab accident

at project Matterhorn tonight.

The reports indicate that Hannah was conducting

some kind of experiment.

The entire building went up in flames.

Then I'm calling off the search.

No, you can't.

Ziggy says our best chances of you leaping

are to find that formula.

Besides, you call off the search now,

and Hannah still dies in the accident.

Tell Ziggy that makes no sense.

I asked for her help.

So whatever happens to her is my responsibility.

Ben, hey, it's going to be OK.

We'll fix this. You know that, right?

What's going on?

I think she remembers me, Jenn.

I know I'm in a different body.

But when she looks at me, it's like she knows who I am.

You brought your phone in here?

Yeah, I need to, uh, step out for a bit.

Just find that formula.

And keep Hannah away from the building tonight, OK?

I'll be back before you know it.

Jenn--

There you are.

OK, I bought us some time. Where do you want to start?

Uh, alphabetically?

OK, let's go.

Jenn?

Is everything OK?

There's a security issue.

Not even an issue, really-- a thing.

Let's call it a thing I need to attend to.

I might be a second.

So I take it that wasn't a random glitch this morning.

No, we are in serious trouble.

Well, whatever you're doing, it's setting

off my security alarms.

I know, OK? I'm freaking out.

I don't know what to do. - Hey.

You can't fix this on your own.

You don't have to.

You know who you need to talk to, right?

Yeah.

I know.

♪ Papa loves mambo

♪ Mama loves mambo

♪ Look at 'em sway with it, getting so gay with it ♪

♪ Shouting olé with it, wow

Nothing.

Come on, Albert, where did you hide this thing?

Professor, we're running out of time.

OK, you went there.

Do you have any idea where they should be looking?

Actually, yes.

Tell them to search the second floor.

I can't go back in there.

Ben made it very clear that he does not want me

as his hologram right now.

Magic's gone.

Ian's busy, and Jenn's doing--

something, so...

No, bad idea.

No, it's a terrible idea.

Do you have a better one?

Hi, Ben.

Tom Westfall, Department of Defense.

Right, sorry.

I'm pinch-hitting for Jenn.

She's tied up.

Thank you, but no thank you.

I don't need your help.

You can send anyone, literally anyone else.

We don't have anyone else.

Look, I know this is awkward as hell.

But I was a student here.

I think I can help you find what you're looking for.

Oh, really?

Did you find a 50-year-old formula

while you and your friends were playing beer pong in here?

No.

But I did find a secret room on the second floor.

I'm going to hate it if you're right.

What are we looking for?

Legend has it that back in the 1800s,

there were secret societies who would

meet inside this library.

Apparently, they built a hidden chamber into the foundation.

And Al wrote "solitude" under his sketch.

So maybe he was working somewhere

no one could find him.

This is it.

Let's try pulling some of these books.

Wait, was it this wall?

It's up here somewhere.

Maybe we should split up.

How do you forget a secret room?

It was college. We weren't in our right minds.

Oh, you mean you were up here getting high

with your frat buddies.

No, I was getting high with my future wife.

What? Wait, you're married?

OK, false alarm.

We're all goo--whoa.

Is Tom in with Ben?

I thought you were with Addison.

Yeah, and it is going great so far.

My wife died six years ago.

Cancer.

Do you mind if we get back to trying to find this formula?

Professor?

Now we're looking in the right place.

Let me try something.

It's on the other side.

The access point must change in the next 50 years.

That's why I couldn't find it.

OK, if I were Albert Einstein,

how would I open a secret door?

Hannah, what time do you have?

4:30.

Me too.

This clock is three minutes fast.

Time is relative.

After you.

Cozy.

Wait, that's Al's.

He used to bring it into the Matterhorn offices.

It's in German.

But I can translate it.

Can I get some more light? - Yeah.

What does it say?

Ben, I've got a blue-eyed Caucasian male

coming this way, and he has a knife.

- Someone's coming. - How do you know that?

When he comes through the door, grab his wrist,

and redirect the knife into his shoulder.

I don't know how to do that, remember?

I'm not a soldier. - Yes, you are.

Why are you saying that? - Ben, look out.

Ah!

Give me the book, or you both die.

OK.

McCoy!

You OK?

Yeah.

We have to get out of here. Grab his legs.

Ben?

The journal. - Oh, the journal.

OK.

Call 911.

9-1-what?

Dial the operator.

Tell them we need police and fire here immediately.

How did you know he was coming?

My Army training.

I could hear his boots coming from a mile away.

OK.

Looks like old blue eyes here might be

the man who killed Lawrence.

Ben, I'm not sure you're dealing with Russians.

- You did great. - Really?

The timeline just updated.

Thanks to Ben and Hannah, Klaus Erickson

was charged and convicted in the murder

of Professor Lawrence.

A lifetime sentence.

Klaus Erickson, what do we know about him?

He's German.

Came from Berlin to the U.S. on a chemical

engineering scholarship.

Any tattoos?

Yeah, actually.

That is a Nazi symbol.

Wait, the Nazis are after this formula?

Aren't we in the wrong decade?

Do a deep dive on Operation Paperclip.

I'm going to call the DOD.

And I'll get everything declassified.

Operation Paperclip?

After World War II, the United States went to Germany

and recruited thousands of scientists and engineers

to serve American interests.

We gave the Nazis jobs?

On U.S. soil.

Hang on. You said there were thousands.

That means we have no idea how many Ben is up against.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, General.

We should have access to the files soon.

Hey, I heard you tell Ben about Kate.

I'm so sorry.

I did not think about that when

I asked you to go in there.

It was the right call.

Besides, it's just a place.

Hey.

Look, when I lost Ben,

hearing about your grieving process

really helped me through my own.

But since we've been together,

you've stopped talking about Kate.

I want you to know that you can,

especially when you're walking around the place

where you two met.

I appreciate that.

But if I don't, it's just because we're on mission.

And it doesn't help me to focus on the past right now.

OK.

Mind if I fix myself a drink?

It's not every day someone tries to kill me.

Can you make that two?

Sure.

How's the German coming?

Oh, it's incredible.

Einstein's writing about his dreams, his fears.

It's like being inside that big, beautiful brain of his.

God, I wanted to be just like him.

Me too.

To Al.

Read me something from the journal.

OK.

Well, Al was wrestling with some premonitions.

"Mankind's innovations, absent of conscience,

only brings us closer to catastrophe."

- Whoa. - Yeah.

Hmm.

That's funny.

This entire page is written in Greek.

Oh.

Looks like it's some kind of poem?

No.

I studied Greek.

This poem doesn't make any sense.

May I? - Yeah.

We need to translate this.

Wait, don't you need the journal?

I have photographic memory.

Take another look.

The ancient Greek word "tritos,"

meaning the third, and "deuteros," the second,

what if they're code?

For isotopes, it's tritium and deuterium.

He's using code to hide the formula.

Hannah, you found it!

Now all we have left to do is decrypt it.

I would kiss you, Professor,

but we're too busy making history.

If this works--

It'll change the world.

Ben, she needs to stop translating.

Ziggy already decrypted the rest of the formula.

It's dangerous.

It makes the stellarator highly unstable--

a fusion reaction that could destroy entire buildings.

That's why he didn't give it to Lawrence.

It's not for clean energy.

It's a bomb.

I beg your pardon?

Ziggy says if you finish the translation

and the Nazis get hold of it, well--

Hannah, we can't finish this.

It's too dangerous.

Those dreams Einstein wrote about,

fears of calamity and disaster,

he was writing about this formula.

30 seconds ago, you were asking me to decrypt this.

Now you want me to abandon ship?

Look, I know this sounds crazy.

But please give me the journal.

I can't do that. It's too important.

Hannah, if you leave here

with that formula, you will die.

OK.

There's going to be an explosion

that changes the course of history.

Professor, I don't know what's happening to you.

But I think I should go.

Ben, you need to stop her. She can't leave.

Agent Robert Cook!

He's the one who told you to come here.

You met him in a diner.

You talked about Einstein

and angular momentum and yo-yos.

And you helped him save a young girl.

And you told him not to say goodbye,

just see you later.

How do you know all that?

I know it the same way I know what will happen to you

if you leave here with that formula.

I'm a time traveler.

You're a time traveler?

Ben, this is a complete violation

of Quantum Leap protocol.

Anything you tell her will have major ramifications

in the timeline.

Will you please leave me alone?

Who are you talking to?

A hologram from the future.

Look, I know this sounds crazy.

But you once told me you believed in the impossible.

I once misquoted Einstein

because I knew you'd correct me.

Oh, my God.

It's you, isn't it?

You're Robert Cook.

I was for a few days.

And now I'm Professor McCoy.

When I travel through time, I leap into other people

to change history for the better.

That's...

incredible.

Whoa!

A guardian angel sent from the future?

That's got to be the most--the most romantic bit of physics

I've ever heard.

That's it?

You're on board with the time traveler thing?

Look, this is going to sound crazy, but I recognized you.

Not the outside of course, but something inside you today.

It didn't make any sense to me then, but it does now.

Trust me, my mind is racing.

But I guess my heart kind of already knew in a weird way.

Wow, I--

How long are you here for?

It's different every time.

Well, let's not waste it then.

So you're here in 1955

to find Einstein's formula and destroy it.

Well, I thought it was that.

But now I'm thinking maybe I'm here to help you.

Help me?

Why?

Oh.

It's Donovan, isn't it?

He's never going to publish my work.

I'm going to talk to Donovan, explain everything we found.

But in the meantime, I need you to stay here

because if I know you're here, I know you're safe.

You're asking me to do nothing.

I'm no good at that.

I'm asking you to trust me

because I'm trusting you.

I'll be back soon, I promise.

Hi.

Hon, what are you doing here?

Look, you know how I put up too many walls

and I keep secrets and I don't let people in

even when I need help?

Well, this is me coming to you right now because--

I need your help.

OK.

The people that you are working for

are holding Quantum Leap hostage.

If I don't give them what they want, then I lose Ben.

And if I do give them what they want,

I don't even want to think about what

that would look like.

I'm glad you're telling me.

What do you need?

I need you to rewrite the firmware on the chip.

So just to be clear, you're asking me

to work against my own boss to jailbreak his tech,

after which he won't just fire me,

he'll destroy my career.

It's not a fair thing to ask.

I know, I get that, but--

My answer is yes.

Of course I'll help you, Ian.

I love you.

I love you too.

Anything in the Paperclip files?

Oh, only the names and aliases of the most disgusting

human beings to ever live.

Whoa, are those fencing scars?

Apparently it was a badge of honor amongst the Nazi elite.

The U.S. gave them new identities,

but scars told the real story.

Didn't Donovan have a pair of fencing swords on his wall?

Sabers.

Yes, he did.

Donovan's not his real name.

Oh, my God.

I know it's not the outcome we wanted.

But the journal is still a major discovery.

I expect Ms. Carson to get recognition for her find.

And the formula?

I had to destroy it.

Einstein said as much in his journals.

It's too dangerous.

But you did see the formula.

Do you think you could recreate it?

Ben, Donovan's a Nazi.

He's behind everything.

You need to get out of here.

My memory's not what it used to be.

Well, fortunately,

Ms. Carson's is quite remarkable.

Donovan, what the hell is going on?

Not another step.

Now, Hannah's going to recreate the formula,

or I'll kill you where you stand.

I don't understand.

Why would you want the formula when you know what it can do?

He's a Nazi working for the U.S. government.

There's a certain irony to it.

You and your American brothers flew across the channel

to fight men like me, only for your own government

to bring us back together.

But this time, I expect the outcome to be different.

He's going to weaponize the machine.

I told the Americans I was being a good German,

just following orders.

But I have never stopped believing in the cause.

And with this technology,

we can strike back from the inside.

You rat-faced son of a bitch.

I'm not gonna help you build a bomb!

Ben, listen to me. He has two targets.

That gives us a tactical advantage.

Don't test me.

Things could get very unpleasant for both of you.

You need to redirect the gun.

Grab the barrel when he moves.

Twist it downward as fast as you can, and then attack.

Recreate the formula, or I--

Hannah, get down!

Oh, crap.

Ah!

Auf wiedersehen, McCoy.

- You all right? - Yeah.

Never punched a Nazi before.

It felt pretty good.

Never gets old.

Watch your head there, Adolph.

So this is usually the part where

the hologram tells me that everything's going to be OK.

Oh, um, let's see.

The Atomic Energy Commission finally acknowledges

Hannah's work, publishing it all under her name.

Donovan and his Aryan buddies all go to prison.

And Professor McCoy gets another medal.

Everybody ends up...

Tom, you OK?

Tom?

Those kids over there, carving their initials

in the tree, Kate and I used to sit under that same tree

at lunch and look at those same initials

they're carving right now.

It's strange.

You think your whole life's ahead of you,

and then 50 years later, someone else is sitting

under the same tree, thinking the exact same thing.

Our future is just someone else's past, isn't it?

I'm so sorry.

About your wife.

Thanks, but--

I'm sorry for your loss too.

Right. - Yeah, yeah.

I missed my wife today.

I know.

This whole thing, me and Kate, you and Ben--

It's complicated.

And it is messy.

And it's OK.

Look, it's OK to still have those feelings, Tom.

It doesn't take away from what we have.

Ian Wright in the flesh.

Funny, I never got your name.

We're not there yet.

First, you need to give me what I want.

You mean, highly classified government property.

Yeah, that's not going to happen.

Simone, meet Jenn, our head of security.

So you do know my name.

We also know where you work, where you live,

and what you've done.

You blackmailed a federal employee this morning.

That was not a good move.

This whole conversation's being recorded, by the way.

Well, look at the two of you, all proud of yourselves.

In the meantime, that quantum chip will remain

offline for, well, forever.

We'll take our chances.

So this is the part where you leap?

It feels like it.

Oh, and when McCoy gets back, he won't remember anything.

So-- - Don't worry.

I'll tell him he suffered a concussion.

But he didn't change my life.

You did.

I really wish we had more time.

Me too.

There's just so much I want to know

about time travel and the future,

but mostly about you and your life.

This is my life.

I can't get home.

I just keep leaping.

And I meet all these amazing people through time.

But I never see them again.

Except me.

You don't really think this is the last time

you're going to see me, do you?

OK, I want to know one thing, future boy, just one.

Oh, come on.

All right, OK.

One question.

Go.

What's your name?

You could ask me any question about the future

of human history, and you want to know my name?

Correct.

It's Ben.

Ben Song.

Well, Ben Song, I'll see you later.

I like your confidence.

It's my theory, electromagnetism

between two polarities.

I'm moving forward in time, and you're moving backward,

creating a magnetic field that brings us--