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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 woke 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.

Activate the time machine.

Stand by the time accelerator.

Standing b-b-by.

Activate, now!

Oh, boy.

Hold on, Future Boy.

We seem to be experiencing a lot of cosmic turbulence today.

You better deploy the anti-asteroid shields.

- The what? - The asteroid shields.

They're next to the thermal reactor switch.

Thermal reactor switch?

The red button on the end.

Disengage time activator.

Disengaging time activator.

Now!

Let's take a look at the future.

Future Boy,

your equilibrium must have been all shook up

because of all that cosmic turbulence.

Are you okay, Future Boy?

Yeah, yeah, I think so.

Good. Good.

All right.

Now let's activate our Shields of Invisibility

so we can't be detected by any futuristic life forms.

Ready? Activate, now!

Psst! Psst!

Psst!

"Golly, Captain Galaxy,

"where the heck are we?

"This sure doesn't look like any place

"I've ever seen before."

According to my...

According... according to my, uh, gyrograph,

Yes,

we are aboard a futuristic cruise ship

in the year 1987.

1987?

"Leaping lizards!

"That means we've jumped 30 years into the future."

That makes this '57.

That-that-that's right, Future Boy.

Now let's explore the spaceship,

so that we can give our Time Cadets

an opportunity to see what the future

holds in store for them.

Great idea, Captain Galaxy.

I say that if they try to invade

we give them a dose of their gamma rays

and reduce them to neutrons.

"Holy smokin' retro rockets, Captain Galaxy!

"Is this the way that things are going to be in the future?"

This is not the future, Time Cadets.

Only one man's distorted view of it.

It's up to each of you Time Cadets...

Oh, my God, he's doing it again.

Get the commercial ready. Go.

Captain Galaxy believes it will be a time

of great social and technical advancement.

We'll see an end of disease, war, and hunger.

Isn't that right, Future Boy?

Uh, uh, y-yes... yes, that's right, Captain Galaxy.

And it may be a bumpy flight,

but working together,

mankind will take a giant leap

closer to the things you're describing.

But there'll always be more things to do.

Well said, Future Boy.

No problem is too difficult to solve

as long as we remember

to ask ourselves the right questions.

And speaking of questions,

let's take a look at today's space mail

before we time-leap out of here.

There we are, Future Boy.

The letter, Future Boy.

Please hand it to Captain Galaxy.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Now, today's letter is

from little Davey Chase of Cheyenne, Wyoming.

And Davey writes,

"Dear Captain Galaxy,

"if you and Superman got into a fight,

who would win?"

Well, Davey,

Captain Galaxy and Superman would never get into a fight.

First, because we're good friends.

And second, because violence doesn't solve a thing.

But thank you for your letter

and remember to tune in tomorrow

when Captain Galaxy

And Future Boy.

...blast off for another adventure in time.

Until then, I'll see you in the future.

We're clear.

What the hell do you think you're doing out here?

That was stupid.

Who taught you to do that stunt? I didn't write that.

Well, I...

Has the whole world gone crazy?

Just because the Russians put a satellite in space

doesn't mean you two get to go into orbit, too.

I don't want these kids growing up thinking

that the future holds nothing but violence.

Don't be ridiculous, kids love violence.

Because we tell them to love it.

We should be teaching them to dream

to see the future for its possibilities,

not its limitations.

And you write me a script like that

and I will shout it from the rooftops.

I swear, I... I swear, if the kids didn't love him...

You talk to him.

You tell him, any more screw-ups, he's gone.

Kids or no kids.

You got it?

Got it.

Hey, Kenny,

I got you some ice for your ankle.

Oh. Oh. Thanks. Thanks. I appreciate that.

Yeah, how is it?

It's... it's okay.

All right. Um, I'll see you later.

All right. Okay. Thanks.

I don't believe this.

"Born to play the role,

"Stein is incandescent as Macbeth.

"In a towering performance,

"the actor makes all who came before him pale in comparison."

Unbelievable.

I thought so, too

a long time ago.

But that's bad luck.

Bad luck?

You mentioned the Scottish play.

Hmm.

Sorry. But, this is great.

I mean, you've had an unbelievable career.

I mean, Mac...

The Scottish play.

Uh, Hamlet, Othello...

Captain, uh, Galaxy.

Well, nobody can say you don't have range, right?

That hurt?

Yeah. It's just a little sore.

Not as sore as Ben Harris.

I hope you didn't let him get to you back there.

No. I just don't think he likes you changing his dialogue.

Dialogue?

Shakespeare wrote dialogue.

Ben Harris writes television.

Aren't you afraid of losing your job?

It doesn't matter.

I won't be here that much longer, anyway.

Where are you going?

To the door.

- Dad, I just want... - Irene.

How come you can never find a time machine around when you need one?

Are-aren't you going to let her in?

Dad, we need to talk.

There's a peculiar grating tone to her voice, don't you think?

Dad.

Don't tell me. Let me guess.

You've been invited to a costume party

and you're going as a baked potato.

What happened to your leg?

Nothing. I just twisted my ankle a little. What...

You did?

What... what happened?

Huh? What do you mean?

Somebody die?

Did somebody... Oh, oh, you mean my suit? Oh, no, no.

I have to make a court appearance.

My third wife is suing... No, fourth, fifth,

fourth wife is suing me for more alimony payments

and the lawyer says it'd be better

if I appeared a little...

Grown up.

No, boring.

Which nobody could accuse you of being.

What's the F.B. Stand for?

Future Boy.

Future Boy? That's good. Future Boy.

You think I'm bad, wait till you see my partner, Captain Galaxy.

Yeah, I bet he looks like another small potato.

Where am I, Al?

Where are you?

Uh... Oh, St. Louis, October 6...

1957.

How'd you know that?

I'm Future Boy, remember?

Actually, you are a young act or

actor

young actor, named Kenny Sharp.

October 6,

we just missed the Sputnik launch.

You should've leaped in two days ago.

Al, what am I here to do?

Race a speeding bullet, leap over a tall building in a single bound? What?

Well, according to Ziggy, there's a 96.2 percent chance

you're here to save the life

of another actor named Moe Stein.

Captain Galaxy?

What happens to him?

Well, sometime after 12:00 noon tomorrow,

he apparently gets killed

trying to hop a southbound freight train.

Hop a train?

Oh, come on, Al, that's ridiculous.

Wait till you see this guy.

I mean, there's no way he could hop a...

Even if that's what happens, then this is great,

this is an easy leap. All I gotta do is keep him away from the train yards.

You've gotta do more than that.

Ziggy says the only way you can save this Moe

is by having him committed to a mental institution.

Oh, come on, Al.

I'm not gonna leap in here to save some guy's life

then turn around and watch him be thrown into a mental institution.

Now, that is insane.

Well, maybe he's crazy.

Oh, come on.

He's 65 years old.

I mean, who in his right mind is gonna start ridin' the rails when he's 65?

You would if there were a cute girl on board.

Oh, uh, yeah, well, I would.

Uh, but according to Ziggy,

his daughter tries to get him committed,

he runs out on the hearing,

and that's when he gets killed.

Well, that proves that he's sane

because only an insane person would calmly sit by

and watch himself be committed, right?

Well, maybe he gets committed for his own protection.

No, Al, come on.

We don't know that this guy is crazy.

Right? I mean, look at me, I'm standing here,

I'm dressed like a giant TV dinner, talking to a hologram.

Now, what does that make me?

Eccentric.

And maybe that's what Moe is.

Maybe he's the kind of guy who just marches to the tune of a different drummer.

We all know people like that.

You and I both do. It's not a crime.

Dad, I am talking to you.

Will you come back here?

You know, maybe the real problem is not with him.

Maybe the real problem is with Irene.

You have to talk to Dr. Sandler.

No doctors, Irene.

I'm not going to talk to any doctors.

Look, another 24 hours and everything would have been okay.

Now, look, would you take her outside,

buy her a soda, just give me enough time to get out of here?

And, Kenny, I'll let you read the space mail tomorrow.

Now, come on, do me this favor.

Just buy her a soda.

Go on, right out there. Go on, that's it.

Hello.

Who are you, Kid Comet?

No, no. I'm, uh...

I'm Kenny Sharp.

I play Future Boy on, uh, your dad's show.

It's Mrs. Kiner.

I don't know what the two of you are up to, but it's not going to work.

Oh, uh, Mrs... Mrs. Kiner, I'm sure that your father

would like to talk to you some more

but right now he's just feeling a little indisposed.

My father has been indisposed for over 30 years,

I am not going to put up with it any longer.

And you think the solution is to have him committed?

I don't want to. I just don't have any choice.

You could leave him alone.

Kenny.

My father is a sick man.

He may not look it, but he is.

See, Sam? I told you.

Look, all he did was change a few words in a script.

Two months ago he lost control of his car.

It jumped a curb, crashed through a fence, and nearly ended up in a fountain.

He was daydreaming.

It's lucky nobody was killed.

Could've just been an accident.

A couple months before that, I got a call in the middle of the night

because he'd almost burned down his house.

I drove 10 hours from Milwaukee to get here.

Turns out he was distracted.

He had left some soup on the stove.

Mrs. Kiner, Mrs. Kiner,

if you feel you need someone to watch your father,

maybe it should be someone from his own family

instead of an institution.

That's impossible.

I don't have a relationship with my father. We...

I don't know why I'm telling you this.

Maybe because I'm listening.

When I was a kid growing up, it was like I didn't have a father.

He was always out on the road, doing a play, or a film, or something.

The only contact we had was with penny postcards or collect phone calls.

Must have been rough.

When I was 17, my mother died.

She loved my dad,

even after all he put her through.

But before she died,

she made me promise that I'd take care of him.

By putting him in an institution?

I have my own family now.

I can't be responsible for him anymore.

Look, I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you.

He didn't even come home for her funeral.

Gee, that's kind of low, isn't it?

Look, maybe at the time it was too painful for him.

I mean, maybe he felt so guilty

about not being there for so long that...

that to come home then, for your mom's funeral,

it would have been wrong.

He still should have come.

You're right. And I know you're angry.

But sometime in your life,

you have to find a way to let go.

For yourself.

And then maybe sometime,

you can find a way to start over.

I think you're getting to her, Sam.

Hey, Kenny,

I've been looking all over for you.

You've got a live spot to do.

Ben's going crazy.

He said if you aren't back in five minutes, don't come back at all.

Don't let her go.

Will you just wait here? I'll be back.

- It'll just take a few minutes. - Let's go.

I don't think we have anything else to talk about.

If you could just make sure that he gets this.

You can give it to him. Maybe you can catch him.

I don't know why you are concerned about what's going on between me and my father?

But it's really none of your business.

So just leave me alone.

Come on, man.

Where the hell is Mr. Scrub-O?

Here he is.

Come on, hurry up. Hurry up.

I have to do everything around here.

Come on, come on, turn him around.

Turn him around!

Give him the box. Give him the box.

Come on, come on give him the box!

Boy, if only the guys at MIT could see you now.

Five, four, three, two, one.

I should have stayed in radio.

And, we're clear.

You know, I think DeNiro started this way.

Or maybe it was Soupy Sales.

Thought you had an appointment with an ex-wife who needed some money.

She postponed it a few hours.

Her Mercedes is in the shop.

Does Ziggy have any idea what's in that letter that Irene gave me?

Well, it's most likely an order to appear in court tomorrow.

Apparently Moe didn't show up for a meeting

with a court-appointed doctor

named Dr. Sandler for an evaluation

and that pretty much settled the case in his hearing.

Okay, so we just get Moe to meet with this Dr. Sandler

and we prove that he's not crazy.

But you can't change a leopard's spots, Sam.

I'm not talkin' about changing his spots, Al.

I'm just trying to make him a little more presentable.

To keep Moe out of trouble, I was going to have to change his image.

And if his yard was any indication, I had my work cut out for me.

Looking around, I wasn't sure changing the spots on a leopard

might not be easier than making Moe appear normal.

Hello?

Mr. Stein?

Uh, M-Moe?

Larry? Curly?

Moe?

Sorry. I... I... I knocked. I guess you didn't hear me.

I was in the basement.

It's underneath the house.

Yeah.

Did Irene send you, or is she lurking somewhere outside?

No, no, no, I came alone.

She's worried about you, though.

She told me about the hearing tomorrow.

I guess this is the summons.

You know, a lot of people thought Einstein was crazy,

but they didn't try to lock him up.

Listen, Moe, I know you're not crazy,

but why don't you just meet

with this Dr. Sandler guy so he knows it, too?

I don't need to meet a doctor.

All I need is another 24 hours.

Why do you keep saying that?

Don't you understand I'm here to help you?

Sooner or later you're gonna have to face this thing.

Time is not going to stand still.

I want to show you something.

When I was young, my, uh, passion was trains.

I couldn't get enough of them.

I even memorized their timetables.

I did the same thing.

And whenever anything would go bad,

I would just imagine that I could just jump on a train

and go anywhere I wanted to,

to any time I wanted to.

But now I've got something better than a train.

I've got a Time-o-nometer.

What is it?

It's a time machine.

You sure it doesn't make cappuccino?

When I first started playing Captain Galaxy,

I became fascinated with the thought

of actually being able to travel in time,

and I began to read everything I could about it.

Heisenberg's theory of indeterminacy,

Planck's hypothesis of discreet units,

Einstein's theory of relativity.

Yeah, but when you say time machine,

you mean a time machine

like, like on your show, right?

The show? The show? No, no, no.

That's fantasy. This is real.

Look.

Time is like a piece of string.

One end of the string is birth,

the other is death.

You put them together

and your life is a loop.

Sam, that's your theory.

If I can travel fast enough along the loop,

I will eventually end up back at the beginning of my life.

He's almost got it.

Uh, well, let me ask you, what would happen

if, uh, you would ball the string, right,

and then each day of your life

would touch another day.

And then you could travel from one place on the string

to another, thus enabling you to move back and forth

within your own lifetime, maybe.

That's it. That's it.

Then I could actually...

Quantum leap?

Quantum leap.

I like that. I like that a lot.

Did everybody get their Captain Galaxy wings?

Yes!

How about a big round of applause for Sid Cranston,

owner and operator of Cranston's Roller Palace?

Okay. Okay. Okay. How many of you watch Time Patrol?

Me!

All right, then how about a big Time Cadet cheer

for those two super time-travelers,

Captain Galaxy and Future Boy?

Greetings, Time Cadets!

Hi!

Hi, kids.

Hi!

All right, Time Cadets,

now who has a question for Captain Galaxy and Future Boy?

Me!

Me!

Me!

How about you?

What kind of things will there be in the future?

Well, why don't we let Future Boy answer that question?

Uh, well, there'll be a lot of kinda things,

new things, in the future.

There'll be cable television,

computers in every home,

uh, microwave ovens, uh, portable phones,

and uh, oh, men on the moon. Now, that's a big...

- Men on the moon? - Yes.

That's good. That's real good.

Thank you. All right, now, who has another question?

Me!

How about you?

Can you really travel back in time?

Yes, son, I can.

Could you go back two weeks?

We can go anywhere at any time.

Could you go back and lock the gate at my house

so my dog won't get out and get killed?

Yes, yes, Captain Galaxy could do that.

In fact, about a week ago,

we were on one of our time-travel trips

and we stopped off in doggie heaven and we...

What is your dog's name?

Tiger.

Tiger.

Tiger. I think we saw... we saw... We met a Tiger

and Tiger had a message for you,

and the message was

he's very happy

and he misses you, and it doesn't hurt.

And speaking of happy,

what do you say for the next two hours,

all the popcorn and soda is free.

I should have told him the truth.

I should have told him I'd close the gate.

But that wouldn't have been the truth.

It would have been by this time tomorrow.

Moe, you've got to stop talking

about this Time-o-nometer stuff.

Why, because of Irene and that doctor?

Yes.

Now, I want you to meet him.

Just talk to him, okay? I'll go with you. We can call Irene.

That won't be necessary.

Irene, Moe was just telling me

how much he was looking forward

to meeting with Dr. Scanlon.

- Sandler. - Sandler.

Right.

- Is that true? - No.

I'd rather have a tooth drilled without Novocain.

But he's still willing to give it a shot.

Trust me.

Besides, in a day you'll be gone, so what do you care?

Okay. All right.

Good,

I'll see if he's available tonight.

We'll meet him in his office.

No office. I'm not going to be treated like some sort of crackpot.

Okay, all right,

um, what do you say we get a neutral site?

Um, how about dinner at some restaurant?

My house.

No. Okay.

No problem.

Thank you for this meal we are about to receive.

Amen.

Well, this is all very, very, very nice.

And I think not everybody realizes

how hard it is to just whip up a meal like this on such short notice

don't you agree, Dr. Sandler?

Very, very impressive.

Yeah, and I can hardly wait to see

what Moe's made for us.

It's a chicken.

An upside-down chicken.

It's an old family recipe.

Mr. Stein, at the risk of offending

my own dear mother, God rest her soul,

that is the finest roast chicken I have ever had.

It is so moist and tender.

It's all in, uh, your bird placement.

Bird placement. I'll have to remember that.

- Anyone want any coffee? - I'd love some, yes.

- I'll get it. - I'll help you.

No, no, let me.

No, no, that-that's all right.

The doctor and I can manage, thank you.

Let me get your plate.

After you, Doctor.

Thank you.

Moe. Moe.

That was the best chicken...

He's doing pretty good, don't you...

Nice picture.

Hmm.

We had a few good moments.

Whenever he'd come home from the road, he'd always bring her calla lilies.

He's doing great, don't you think?

An upside-down chicken is not my idea of doing great.

Well, can't you at least give him credit for trying?

- Is that what you want? - No.

No, I want you to hold off on this hearing.

Spend some time with him.

It's not too late to get to know him.

I already know him.

And I know I can't keep spending my life

worrying that every time the phone rings,

it's somebody calling to tell me he's hurt himself.

He loves you, you know.

Did he tell you that?

Well,

no, but he wants to.

What, with postcards?

Irene, your dad loves you.

And I think you love him, too.

You're just too full of the past to realize it.

You don't know anything about my past.

I know that if you don't stop feeling sorry for yourself,

you're never gonna get to know that man in there.

It's not too late.

...take a look at your time machine.

Well, it's not real pretty. You see, I was never much for design.

Well, this could be very interesting.

Aha!

Well, where...

where are you going to go in this Time-o-nometer of yours?

Anywhere, any time.

Backwards, forwards, long trips or short.

What do you mean, short trips?

Well, let's say it's Friday at 8:00

and... and you want to go back to Wednesday at 10:00

because you missed your favorite television program.

Bingo.

Away you go.

Dad, shut this thing off.

Uh, don't worry, honey, I'm just charging the capacitors.

Moe. Come on, Moe, turn...

Turn this thing off.

I can't. It's on internal power.

Moe, get out of...

Leave me alone!

Well,

I think I've seen enough.

Well, what have we got here, a new breed of guard dog?

At least she didn't take the shirt off your back.

No. No. She dropped her demands.

How did you manage that?

Well, let's say we examined each other's briefs

and decided to call it even.

How did it go with the doctor?

Great till he blew up the basement, nearly taking

Sandler, Irene and me with him.

You see? Maybe it'd be safer if he was put away.

No. Now, listen to me.

I don't know why I didn't think of this earlier.

Moe is me.

You mean, "Woe is me."

No.

Back when I started Project Quantum Leap,

the government tried to shut me down

because they thought it was too dangerous, that I was crazy.

But I wouldn't let them. You wouldn't let them. Why?

Because we believed in our work.

Yeah, but that time machine of his is loony.

It's a 2,000-pound toaster.

It doesn't matter.

The point is, Moe believes in his work.

And he's on the right track. He's just 40 years ahead of his time.

But Ziggy still says he gets killed by the freight train

so you got to put him away, Sam.

I'm not givin' up, Al. I got a plan.

Hi, Kenny.

Oh, I'm sorry I'm late.

This plan I got to see.

What do you think you're doing?

I was just finishing up repairs on the machine.

Don't... don't... don't worry! The... the damage was only superficial.

I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about that.

Oh, that's a pyramid hat. It generates positive energy.

Moe, you just don't get it, do you?

These people, they want to lock you up.

They want to put you away.

That won't happen.

- How do you know? - Because I'm not crazy.

Besides, the machine's ready to go and I'm leaving right after the hearing.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

Should've hired you a lawyer.

I want you to argue my case.

What?

I can't. I mean,

I'm... I'm just an actor.

So, you'll act like a lawyer.

Moe.

So in conclusion and after much careful consideration,

it is my professional opinion

that Mr. Stein would be best served

by his enrollment at a mental institution.

Enrollment? Sounds like they're gonna send Moe to college.

Mrs. Kiner, I know this is a difficult question for you to answer,

but do you believe your father needs psychiatric care?

Well, he almost burned down his house two months ago,

and there has been irrational public behavior.

And he almost blew himself up last night.

Blew himself up?

He was experimenting with a time machine in his basement.

Your Honor, what a person builds in the privacy of their own basement

- has nothing to do... - Now, Mr. Sharp,

as Future Boy,

I'm sure you've already seen in your crystal ball

that I am going to give you an opportunity to speak

so you don't mind waiting for it, do you?

No, sir.

Crystal ball. And they think I'm nuts.

Your Honor, I don't think that my father

is in touch with reality anymore

and I'm afraid that he's going to get hurt.

Thank you.

Now, Mr. Sharp.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Uh, Mrs. Kiner, the other day you were telling me that when you were growing up,

your father was away from home a lot.

How did you feel about that?

Well, I'd have liked for it to be different, if that's what you mean

but I don't think that...

You promised your mother when she was dying

that you would take care of your father, didn't you?

Well, yes, but I don't think that that's what this is about.

I have a responsibility here.

My God, he almost killed us all last night.

Your Honor, Mr. Stein

was simply conducting a scientific experiment.

Now, you can't call that crazy.

I mean, I mean, was Columbus crazy?

Or... or the Wright Brothers? Neil Diamond...

Armstrong.

- Armstrong? - Who?

The first man to set foot on the moon, knuckle-nose.

Well, sorry, now you didn't know about that.

The point is, Mr. Stein is not insane.

What about that thing in the basement?

You don't actually believe he can travel in time, do you?

Well, ahem,

what I'm... what I'm trying to say there is...

- I got six more out in the car. - Great. Thanks.

Your Honor, a man is judged to be insane

if he behaves outside the norms of society.

But who is society? We are.

Plus the thousands upon thousands who work and live around us.

Now, these are just simply some of the fan letters

that Captain Galaxy, Moe Stein, gets every day.

Everyone who writes one of these letters believes

that Captain Galaxy, Moe Stein, can travel in time.

Society believes the same thing that Moe Stein does.

So either thousands of people in society are crazy

or Moe Stein is sane.

Now, I do admit

that Mr. Stein did try to build a time machine

but if you had sat there 12 years ago and told me

that the Russians would be the first ones

to orbit a satellite around the Earth,

I would have called you crazy, but two days ago they did it.

So who's to say that 12 years from now,

say, in 1969,

maybe men will be walking on the moon

or maybe Moe Stein will be traveling in time.

Your Honor,

Moe Stein is a dreamer.

Are we going to punish people for that?

Because if we are,

you're going to need a much bigger room than this.

Good, Sam. That was pretty neat. Good.

Mr. Stein, Mrs. Kiner,

it is a painful moment in any family

when a division arises within it.

It's also a painful moment for the court

when it is invited to decide such matters.

However, here we are.

And although Mr. Stein appears to be rational

and in control of his faculties,

there is evidence that he may pose a threat to himself and others.

Therefore, I'm going to recommend that he be confined for further evaluation

at Timothy Psychiatric Hospital for six months.

Term to begin immediately.

You can't do that.

I'm leaving in a few hours. Don't you understand?

I'm doing this for you.

Dad, you need help.

Dr. Sandler, would you be so kind

as to escort Mr. Stein to Timothy?

Certainly, Your Honor.

- Come along, then. - Don't touch me.

Moe, we can figure this out, okay?

- I promise. - I won't let them lock me up.

I've worked hard, I've too much to do.

Mr. Stein, don't worry. Everything is going to be all right.

- Moe. - Mr. Stein, get down from there.

Moe, come on, don't do this.

No, no, I have to.

I'll see you in the future.

Moe!

What the hell is he doing?

He's going to get killed.

No, no, Sam, he's not going to the train yard, he's going home.

I'll have the police pick him up.

No. Listen, he's your father.

You say you want to help him, now's your chance to prove it.

It's your call, Mrs. Kiner.

- My car's out front. - Let's go.

Oh, my God, you were right.

He's going to kill himself.

Sam, hurry up,

before he turns himself into a French fry!

Moe. Moe, get out of there.

Dad, why are you doing this?

It's all right, honey, I'm gonna fix everything.

Moe, come on, now get out of there.

Daddy!

I love you!

All that time and it didn't work.

It didn't work.

All these years

and it didn't work.

I wanted

to... to change things. I wanted to make it up to you.

I wanted to give your mother some calla lilies.

What are you talking about?

When this was written,

your mother was pregnant with you.

I was just about to

give up the business and settle down.

And then you got that?

And all of a sudden these offers started pouring in.

National tours and revivals

and the next thing I knew, 30 years had gone by.

Well, I want those 30 years back.

That's why you built this machine.

Crazy, huh?

An actor in search of a bad review.

But I figured if I could change that one moment,

I could change it all.

I could have been the father I never was,

the husband I should have been.

We could have been a family.

Oh, Daddy, we are a family.

We've got lots of time to make up for all those things.

Can I give you these?

Oh, Daddy.

I love you.

I love you, too, Irene.

I love you very, very much.

Well, I see that we're just about out of time.

But before we sign off today,

I'd like to make an announcement.

Captain Galaxy is going away for a while.

He's going back to see if he can find something

he lost a long time ago.

But before we sign off, we have time for one last letter.

How come you're not out there?

Oh, I figured that he deserved to answer the last letter by himself.

I guess I was here to get them together, huh?

Yeah, well, Ziggy had a sloppy floppy on this one.

But it all worked out, right, didn't it?

What happens to him?

Well, he goes to live with Irene and spends the rest of his life

entertaining the kids in the neighborhood with tales of the future.

Today's letter is from

little Sam Beckett in Elk Ridge, Indiana.

Sam writes:

"Dear Captain Galaxy,

"could you please explain

"your theory of time travel to us?"

Well, Sam, our lifetimes are like a piece of string

but if you roll

the string up into a ball,

all the days of your life...

Okay, ladies, let's hear it for that star of Chippendales,

Rod "The Bod"!

Oh, boy.