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Dr. Ben Song risked
everything when he used

the Quantum Leap Accelerator
to travel back in time.

Now our team's working
to find out why.

As he leaps between bodies
with no memory of who he is,

he still has one hope--

that his next leap
takes him back

to the place and people
he calls home.

[high-pitched ringing]

[suspenseful music]

[indistinct shouting]

♪

[alarm blaring]

[indistinct shouting]

[dramatic music]

Holy shit.

[turrets firing]

♪

Ops, you okay?

- Yeah.
- Let's go.

Man your station.

Move.

Number four come in.
Number four.

This is the TAO.

Multiple inbound Bandits.
Multiple surface contacts.

They've got to be bluffing.

Those aircraft started for us

just as those missile boats
cut us off.

Does that sound
like a bluff to you?

Captain, hostile aircraft
are 20 miles.

Do you wish to engage?

Arm the Harpoons and Phalanx.

Bring the 5-inch guns to bear.
- Copy.

Arm the Harpoons.
Arm the Phalanx.

Bring the 5-inch guns to bear.

Commander Rossi,
number four turret

isn't answering, sir.

Commander Rossi, sir,

number four turret
isn't answering.

Ops, are you
gonna get on that

or do have to do it myself?

Aye, aye, sir.

Do you have a visual
on the contact?

Bearing 351?

351. Yes, Captain.

Let's go.

Commander Rossi,
we've lost Comms, sir.

But she's still answering
fire control and ready to--

[artillery firing]

[shouts]

This is insane!

Turret four operational, sir.

And now.

Target one: destroyed.

Target two: destroyed.

Inbound aircraft...

destroyed.

Threat board clear, Captain.

What war is this?

One I hope we never
have to fight.

Great work, everyone.

This is the XO. All clear.

This ends the readiness drill.

It was a drill.

It was a drill.

Captain on the bridge.

How'd we do, Captain?

Good, but we can do better,

especially with the Chinese watching.

Is that sub still shadowing us?

Disappeared the minute
we started the drill.

But I can confirm that
it's Chinese, Han class.

Probably wants
a front-row seat

for the war games.

Make sure she stays gone.

[phone beeps]

All hands, this is the captain.

I want to congratulate you

on another
outstanding performance.

Our ship is about
to be the centerpiece

of joint exercises
between our Navy,

the South Koreans,
and the Australians.

It's a great honor.

But I want you to remember
the bigger picture:

we are in the East China Sea,

the most dangerous waters
on Earth.

[whistles]

Come on.

And the Chinese think that

they are the world's
next great superpower.

I happen to disagree.

I always knew you'd
look great in a uniform.

Oh, Addison,
I know I say this a lot,

but it is really good
to see you.

I thought I had leapt
into the middle of a war.

Where am I?

Uh, we still don't know.

Ziggy's--
- Ziggy's running slow.

Yeah, if I ever started a band,
that's what I'm naming it.

- Yeah.
- But the weirdest part

is all of this feels strangely
familiar somehow.

Was I ever--

Like you were in the Navy?

No.

But you are in my world now.

So this shouldn't be
too hard to figure out.

Okay, you are Commander Rossi.

He called you "Ops"
so I'm guessing

you're the operations officer

and you're on a battleship so,

you know,
that narrows it down a lot.

Men, there is no
such thing as peace,

only pauses between wars.

[chuckles]
I know that speech.

He's quoting one
of the Navy's all time gr--

And in those pauses,
hundreds of skirmishes

that never make the papers.

Addison, what's wrong?

We are the tip of the spear.

We protect the greatest nation
in the history of history.

Let that honor sink in.

Let that honor be your guide.

Ben, you are on
the USS "Montana."

This is Captain Bill Drake.

And that is my father.

[dramatic music]

♪

[mysterious music]

My head hurts.

That's my line.

Yeah, well in case
you hadn't noticed,

today is all-bets-are-off day.

Ian, you said there's
no way to target

a specific place and time.

Well, no way for us to target
a specific place and time.

You think
Ben figured out how?

No.

Then it's a coincidence.

Magic, part of my job here
is accepting the fact

that there is still
a lot that we don't know

about the Quantum Accelerator.

And maybe one day I'm gonna
have all the answers,

but for now, all I know is--

We're on a leap
with your father?

Yeah.

Are you okay?

At least I know why
this felt familiar.

I don't remember
the particulars,

just that you've told me
about this before.

Addison, if you want
to take this leap off,

I will totally understand.

I can't take it off, Ben.

Don't stand there, man,
tie that down.

Uh, I'll tell you why
in a minute.

But first you need
to stop talking.

Commander.

You're in the Navy.

You can't be seen
conversing with yourself.

Okay, well,
the good news is that

you're the operations officer,

which means not only are you
third in command,

but the entire ship
is your domain.

In fact, the most
conspicuous thing

you can do--
besides talking to me--

is stay in one spot
for too long.

So let's walk and I will
tell you why you're here.

May 2, 1989--

a date not many
outside of the Navy remember,

but those of us who served
will never forget.

At just past 1900 hours--

The ship picked up
a distress signal.

Bridge, Comms, we have
a possible distress call

broadcast in the clear
on 2182 kilohertz.

A fragment, really--

impossible to confirm
and not repeated.

My father decided
not to pursue it...

Nor tell Captain Drake...

Which was a mistake.

It turned out
the distress signal was

from the USS "Tampa,"

a submarine conducting
a top-secret mission

off the coast of China.

Apparently, there was
an explosion on board

and it started to sink.

The trouble was,
no one in the fleet

knew the "Tampa" was there

and no one besides
the "Montana"

picked up the transmission.

And as a result,

all 138 sailors
aboard her died.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

The Navy launched
an investigation.

And while no charges
were filed,

my father's reputation was--

well, let's just say
he was encouraged

to leave active duty.

Magic, if I'm
hearing you right,

then Addison is being
given the opportunity

to prevent one of the most
painful things that

ever happened to her father.

But risk her life
in the process.

I mean, I can't be
the only one thinking this.

If I help answer
that distress call,

what happens to you?

Addison, we're not
talking about changing

something small here.

Who's to say it's not
like "Back to the Future?"

What if Addison ceases
to exist?

Okay, okay. Easy, McFly.

Addison was already born
in 1989.

And despite what pop culture
would want you to think,

it would take significant
changes to a person's life

in order for it to have impact

on any of their loved ones downstream.

My father is
the most stoic man that

I have ever met.

He doesn't stress
and he doesn't show emotion.

When I was a kid, I didn't
even know he knew how to smile.

He's not gonna change.

Even if we do this,

he will still
be the man I know.

And he will still
leave my mom and me.

Addison, I don't know.

Then it's a good thing
it's not your choice.

Ben, fate brought us here
so that I could

save the lives of all
of those men that

died because of my father.

Please help me do that.

When does the call come in?

Soon.

We should get to the bridge.

I don't know, Captain.

Was it a treaty?

Oh, Master Chief,
you disappoint me.

Commander Rossi,
since you're here,

maybe you can tell
the Master Chief

why the "Montana"
is 127 feet tall

and not a foot taller.

I don't know.
I was in the Army.

Et tu, Brute?

XO, enlighten these cretins.

127 feet is how high
the Brooklyn Bridge sits

above the East River.

And the "Montana" was built
in the Brooklyn Navy yard--

by women, no less,

which means I guess they're
good for two things.

Charming.

CEC, Bridge.

Any sign of that Chinese sub?

She ran and hid
during the drill.

Yes, Captain.

She's 5,000 yards
to our stern.

She's back?

You got her scope?

Yes, Captain.

Light her up with
our fire control radar.

Aye-aye, sir.

Ben, training the ship's
fire control radar

on a vessel
is considered hostile.

The Chinese could think
they're under attack.

Captain, that's
a very provocative action.

Yes, XO.
That's why I'm doing it.

War games start at 0900.

You think we should allow
that Han down there

to just follow us
with impunity?

Respectfully, yes, sir.

Let's scare 'em
with what we can do,

not give some
no-name sub driver an excuse

to take a cheap shot at us.

[dramatic music]

♪

CEC, belay that order.

We'll let that
Han slide for now.

XO, you have the bridge.

XO has the bridge.

XO.

Not now, Master Chief.

- But he's getting worse.
- I said not now.

♪

That is the most upset
I have ever seen him.

[intercom beeps]
- Bridge, Comms.

We have a possible
distress call

broadcast in the clear
on 2182 kilohertz.

[dramatic music]

Can you bring that up?

Okay, Ben. This is it.

This is the SOS
my father ignores.

[water rushing]

We're here, sir.

And Comms puts the origin
of that signal about here.

Right next to Chinese
territorial waters.

They said the call
might have been in English

or might have been gibberish.

One fragment, not repeated.

Nothing since.

Okay, remember, they don't
know it's the "Tampa."

You have to get them
to investigate it.

An HF signal?

Sounds like
the Chinese to me, sir.

I agree, not to mention
that fleet says

we don't have a ship
within 50 miles of that.

[tense music]

♪

Understood, but we don't turn
our backs on a distress call.

both: What?

Are we going to do?

Officer of the Deck, we're
gonna close that distress call

on a course of 310, ahead full.

Come to 310, ahead full.

Aye, sir.

In the original timeline,
he ignored the transmission.

I don't understand.

Did we change
something already?

Comms, let fleet
know we're disengaging

from the war games.

Responding to a distress call.

Helm, cancel
that course change.

XO, what the hell
are you thinking?

We're not going anywhere.

It wasn't your father who
ignored the distress call.

♪

Sir, we received
a distress call.

A fragment of a call,
broadcast from Chinese waters.

Tell me you're not that naive,
Commander Augustine.

Sir.

We are the flagship
of these war games.

Now can you imagine
what a feather it'd be

in the Chinese workers' cap
if they could get us

going off on a wild goose chase

with some Han-class sub
on our ass.

International law requires
all ships at sea

to respond
to a distress signal.

A spoofed rescue is the
oldest trick in the book.

We're not falling for it.

Is that understood?

[tense music]

♪

You have a good heart.

But it's an affliction
that I've seen

kill many a fine man.

Carry on.

Aye, sir.

All pods maintain
current status.

It wasn't him.

All these years,
he never said anything.

But he didn't abandon
those sailors.

The captain did.

XO, I think you're
right about that call.

I think it's one of ours.

If you think I'm right, Ops,
help me find proof.

You heard him.

Ian, what can we do to help?

I pulled up the specs on
the ship's communications array

and I have tasked Ziggy
with finding Ben a way

to prove that the call
came from the "Tampa."

Make it good.

Drake was famous
for being stubborn.

Speaking of Drake, I've
combed through every report

on this incident
and there's not even

a hint that the decision
to ignore the distress call

was his.

The man was a legend.

Addison's father fell on his
sword to protect that legend.

Why?

Because sometimes doing
what's best for the service

requires sacrifice.

Okay, but if the official
report was wrong about that,

what else could
it be wrong about?

What are you saying?

The explosion that happened
on the ship, the "Tampa,"

was caused from something.

If we want Ben and Addison
to survive this leap,

we need to know
what really happened in 1989,

including the Chinese
version of the events.

Aren't you still
friendly with the guy

who served as your counterpart

in the Chinese Navy
at the time?

Liu Wei, he's a CEO now.

I'll call him.

Hey, we've got something.

Since the fragment we
picked up was unencrypted,

there's a way to identify
it as friend or foe.

See the head of each signal?

Chinese transmission has

a different signature than
ours do,

so we can check
the fragment's waveform,

see which it matches.

Good idea, Ops.

Do it.

Okay, grab that handset.
Hit the button.

Talk on the mic.

Comms, Lieutenant Walker.

Walker, do you have
that distress call?

No, I threw it in the trash.

Come on, Ops, what kind
of question is that?

Yeah, right.

Can you compare the header
of the waveform

to samples from our
transmissions and the Chinese?

Standby.

It's one of ours.

Good catch.

How'd you ever
think of that, Ops?

Yes.

♪

XO, plot an intercept course,
best speed to that location.

U.S. sailors in distress.

I hate to think what
would have happened

if you hadn't pulled that
rabbit out of your hat, Ops.

That's why they pay me
the big bucks, sir.

Seriously...

thank you.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

XO on the bridge.

Sir, the course is 310.

Estimated time to intercept:
four hours.

Thank you, Master Chief.

Why don't you and Ops
grab some rack.

I think it's gonna
to be a long day.

Clear port bow.

Stand by fire.
[booming]

[torpedoes blast]

What was that?

It sounded like torpedoes.

He's lost his damn mind.

[dramatic music]

[monitor beeping]

Our torpedo is bearing 210.

Range 900 yards to target.

We fired at them.

- Captain.
- We're on our way to rescue

a U.S. vessel
near Chinese waters.

The last thing I'm gonna do
is let that Han follow me.

Sir, you're starting a war.

You're a hero tonight, Ops,
but forget yourself again

and you'll be in the brig.

Is that clear?

Ben, say, "Yes, sir,"
and apologize.

♪

Yes, Captain.

Sorry, sir.

Besides,
I'm not starting anything.

I'm merely giving our
Chinese friends a good scare.

♪

Master Chief, you're familiar
with the concept

of a warning shot, are you not?

I am, sir.

And XO, have we or have
we not played this game

with the Russians 100 times?

Not with live torpedoes, sir.

Torpedo now safely
clear of the Han.

Maybe not.

[explosion booms]

♪

But this way,
that Han won't forget

who's the big bad wolf.

Transients from the sub.

He must be changing depth.

What's that sub doing now?

Bugged out, sir.
I've lost her.

[chuckles]

Now let's go be heroes.

- Sir, I--
- Not here.

Come on.

Trade relations, huh?

A different kind
of war than the one

we had to worry about--

harder to figure out
who your enemies are.

[laughs]

So the reason for my call--
May 2, 1989.

A sad day.

Why ask about it now?

I know our submarine,
the "Tampa" wasn't far off

your coast when it sank.

I'm wondering what you know.

I'm glad we're talking, Magic,

because we weren't in 1989.

And as a result, we came close
to something very bad.

[tense music]

♪

[door opens]

Now shut the door.

[sighs]

Listen--

How old is your daughter?

She's two and a half.

She looks just like you.

Yeah, Addie--

Addie's perfect.

I don't know why heaven would
ever entrust an angel like her

to a guy like me, but...

[tender music]

Look, Ops, I don't know
what's going on--

the way you're talking
to the captain.

Do you want to get
kicked out of the Navy?

I'm worried about him.

He's having a rough time
with the loss of his wife.

With all due respect,
I heard the Master Chief.

He's getting worse.

I will not tolerate that
kind of talk aboard this ship.

I have served for Captain Drake
for almost 20 years.

He is a great man.

He is.

Sir, what's really going on?

You, uh, like
your family, Rossi?

Ben, my dad never
talked about his family.

You know, the usual.

Love, hate.

Well, my dad was
a son of a bitch.

The only time he
stopped drinking was

when he was beating
on me or my mom.

When I was 18,
I snapped, fought back,

and nearly killed him.

Left town that night,
joined up, and never went back.

Look, point is,

I was a wreck when I enlisted.

But Captain Drake
saw something in me.

He's the one that got me
into the Academy.

And he's the one that
taught me how to be

something other than angry.

Look, I'm not saying he's
not gonna have his bad days,

but I will keep him in check.

Do you understand me?
- Sir, if I could just--

Do you understand me?

Dismissed.

How are you holding up?

Yeah.

You know, I know
this might be tough

and I might see a side
of him that I didn't

see as a kid, but--

But?

Why was he so cold
to me growing up?

[device whirs]

[scoffs] Saved by the bell.

Or in this case,
an incredibly fickle AI.

Okay, that can't be right.

What?

Ziggy says all 138 sailors
aboard the "Tampa"

still die because
no one rescues them.

How is that possible?

[explosion booms]

[alarm blaring]
[grunting]

General quarters,
general quarters.

All hands man your
battle stations.

Detonation port side.

I guess us sinking would
explain the lack of rescue.

All stations,
make damage control reports.

Damage control station manned.

Sir, report
from damage control.

Number one shaft is frozen

and Mounts 51 and 53
are inoperable.

- Are we sinking?
- No, sir.

It'd take a lot more than that
to knock us out of the fight.

If CEC didn't
pick up a torpedo,

how can we be sure we
were hit by a torpedo?

We're out in the middle
of nowhere.

If it wasn't the Han that
hit us, who was it?

Moby Dick?
- Do you have him?

- No, sir.
- All right.

When you do, I want
a solution plotted

and ready to fire
on my command.

Aye, aye, sir.

[alarm blaring in distance]

Ops, I want you to review
the Link-11

for the last 15 minutes.

He doesn't think
it was a torpedo.

You don't think
it was a torpedo?

If it was, how did
$50 million worth

of electronics miss it?

He's gonna sink that sub

if I can't prove
it wasn't them.

How long do I have?

Called for an SH-3
from the Yorktown.

That's a
sub-hunting helicopter

from a cruiser nearby.

I figure we'll have five
minutes till it finds them.

If it wasn't a torpedo,
what was it?

A mine?

You're saying a mine
sunk the "Tampa."

In '89,
our leadership knew that

American submarines were
testing the limits

of Chinese territorial waters.

We laid mines all
along the coast.

Figuring if one of
our subs hit a mine,

it would be forced to surface

and America would be
forced to admit

they violated Chinese waters.

We'd hold your crew
for a few weeks

as a show of outrage.

But really we would be tearing
your submarine apart

and stealing all
the technology.

In fairness,
it's a good plan.

Except we didn't
account for the weather.

One bad storm,
and over 50 mines broke free

and drifted out
into the open ocean

directly towards
your war games.

One of those mines sank
the "Tampa."

And if the currents
had been stronger,

they would have drifted
toward your fleet

and started World War III.

We got lucky in '89, Magic.

Let's hope that
never happens again.

Magic?

Jenn, Ben is sailing
into a minefield.

Minefield?

Wait a minute. That's great.

Great?
Why is that great?

Because if we know
it was a mine,

then all I have to do
is find others.

That's great.

How do we do that?

I was hoping you would know.

Okay, tell me everything
there is to know about mines.

Helicopter on-station.
Dropping sonar buoys now.

Okay.
[beeping]

The first Chinese mine
was the M1,

which was actually
a model of Soviet design.

By the 1980s,
Chinese minesweepers were

being made
with low-resonant steel.

To be resistant to sonar.

But sonar is just sound waves.

Okay, I need to call
the radio room.

Let's calibrate
the sonar buoys

before we start the sweep.

This another one
of your magic tricks, Ops?

- Walker, can you do it?
- Sure.

But it'll take five seconds
to run the whole spectrum

starting now.

One Mississippi,
two Mississippi.

- Walker.
- What?

It's an accurate
way to keep time.

Plus, I'm from Mississippi.

Calibration complete.

Commencing search
of the surrounding waters

for the Han.

[beeping]

Four Mississippi, five.

Multiple surface contacts.

Range and bearings
all over the place,

but they're not moving.
- Because they're mines.

The Chinese didn't shoot at us.

We hit a mine that broke loose
from its moorings.

[dramatic music]

♪

Captain, it wasn't a torpedo.

We hit a mine, sir.

Very well.

Continue the sonar sweep.

And when you find that Han,
fire at will.

- But, sir, wasn't them.
- No?

Then where did that
mine come from?

Do you think
it's a coincidence

we just happened upon it

in the middle
of the open ocean?

They put a hole in our ship!

I'm not letting them
do that again.

I want that sub
at the bottom of the ocean.

♪

I have to stop him.

New contact.

There's the Han.

♪

Bridge, CEC.
We found the Han.

CEC, Bridge. Fire at will.

Fire at will.
Aye, aye, Captain.

Arming torpedoes one and two.

You're making a mistake.
Do you hear me?

You're making a mistake.

♪

[chain clanking]

XO, what the hell?

[rumbling]

[chain clanking]

[clang]

[men shouting]

[ship creaking]

CEC, did you fire?

[beeping]

We've gotta get back online!

Negative, Captain.

And whatever just happened
knocked sonar offline.

We lost them, sir.
- [sighs]

Master Chief, confine the XO
to his quarters immediately!

[tense music]

♪

Petty Officer.

♪

You're going to Leavenworth,
Mr. Augustine.

CEC, I want to know the minute
you find that Han.

Ben, Ziggy says if Drake
fires on the Chinese...

[dramatic music]

That we go to war.

[soft dramatic music]

How's it looking?

Remember before
when we were worried that

at the end of this leap,
Addison might have changed?

Well, it feels like
the changes could be

a bit more, um, global.

I don't believe
the leaps are random.

I don't believe it's all
just a roll of the dice.

The moral arc of
the universe is long,

but it bends toward justice.

Martin Luther King.

That's what I think we are,
what Quantum Leap is--

part of whatever
mysterious force

bends that arc for the better.

I hope you're right.

Because right now,
it feels like we're bending it

towards World War III.

We'll be able to resume our
search for the Han

any minute now, Captain.
- Excellent.

Sir, maybe we
should radio fleet,

advise them of the situation.

And break radio silence?

Let the Chinese know that
one of theirs is in trouble?

No, thanks, Master Chief.

[intercom beeps]
- CEC, Comms.

We're finally getting
a clear transmission

on that SOS.

It's from the "Tampa," sir.

Captain Toti says
they've surfaced

and are taking on water.

[monitor beeping]
[tense music]

♪

Have fleet dispatch
a rescue helicopter

to begin recovery
of the "Tampa's" men

while we take care of that sub.

Ben, a helicopter can only
rescue 10 men at a time.

Ziggy says if we don't
sail there right now,

only 20 men total
will be rescued.

Also, you know, World War III.

Captain, a helicopter
can only hold

10 of the "Tampa's" crew.

You heard the report.
We need to rescue them now.

Thank you, Ops.

We will make best possible
speed to the "Tampa"

once this Han is dealt with.

Ben, stop.

Look, you might be persuasive
and yeah, the crew is worried.

But this is the Navy.

Chain of command is everything.

There's only one man
on this ship

who might be able to stop this.

[dramatic music]

Sir, we need you right now.

You have to act.

Sir?

My wife doesn't
love me anymore.

[tender music]

I love her
and we both love Addie,

but I just--

I can't seem to let her in.

She'll never leave.

She'll endure it, endure me.

She's still so young.

It's--

It's not fair.

If I go, she'll be happier.

And Addie--

I won't pass on
the darkness that I carry.

And I do carry it.

There's an old hymn,

"Set the walls
around your heart.

"Build them strong with stone.

And do what must be done."

He used to say that to me
when I was a kid.

I was really scared.

"Do what must be done."

Is that about your wife
or Drake?

You've done everything right.

You've supported him,
protected him.

But now you just have
to save him from himself.

It's mutiny
if I force him out.

There's no way to dress it up,

no way to make it look pretty.

No, no.
But it's also the only way

to save the lives of everyone
on board this ship.

[dramatic music]

♪

If I asked you
a really dumb question,

would that distract you?

[gun clicks]

Sorry, Carl.

♪

- Stop!
- Run!

Huh.

Well, I'm impressed.

Commander Rossi, stop!

♪

Whoa. Whoa.

♪

[shouts]

[grunting]

Lieutenant Commander,
align the torpedo launchers.

Standby to fire.

Aye, aye, sir.

You can't do this, Bill.

Master Chief,
call the Master at Arms now.

This is not right.

If you just wait
for your rage to lift--

Master Chief,
I gave you an order to get

the Master at Arms in here.

You'd see you're throwing
away more than your career.

Have that man
taken into custody!

You're about to get
your men killed.

How dare you say that to me.

You'd still be white trash
if I hadn't saved you.

You think this is a joke?

You think war
is some kind of a game?

We have been attacked!

And we will answer that attack
with the full faith of God

and the might
of the United States.

Tell him, Master Chief!

[tense music]

♪

[scoffs]

Mr. Shaw, you know I'm right.

Mr. Parker?

What is wrong with you?

What is wrong with all of you?

Have you lost your minds
or your nerve?

Which is it?

♪

[exhales]

I'm sorry, sir.

I should have spoken up sooner.

You're a legend
and an inspiration

to everyone on this ship.

Be that man now.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

Master Chief, the XO will
direct the rescue mission.

And, uh--

I'll be in my quarters
if you need me.

Thank you, Captain.

It's--

[intercom beeps]

CEC, Comms.

The "Tampa" reports she's down
to just a few feet

of free board and her men
are going into the water.

Nav, plot
an intercept course,

best possible speed.

Sir, any intercept course
is gonna take us

right into that minefield.

How long to circumnavigate
the field?

Well, at flank speed,
about three hours.

Then we have
to go straight through.

Ben, all Naval mines can
be remotely detonated.

I can get the Chinese codes
from Ziggy.

You just have to figure out
how to get them to the mines.

[dramatic music]

♪

XO?

I've got an idea.

♪

[suspenseful music]

♪

CEC, bridge.

Can I get a range and time
for the first mine.

We need a range.

Range: 1,500 yards.

Time: two minutes, 31 seconds.

Ben?

Range 1,200 yards.

Ben, did you get
that frequency yet?

Range 1,100 yards.

Ben, don't you lie to me.

I might be a hologram,
but I will kick your--

Comms, CEC.

Walker, I need you
to repurpose the transmitter.

CEC, I don't understand.

Who is this?
Is Walker there?

Put him on fast.

Commander, if you repurpose
that transmitter,

are we still gonna be able
to see the mines on screen?

No, we're gonna
lose your visual

but we're not gonna need it.

I'm converting the radar
emitters to transmitters.

We're gonna blow up the mines

before we even get close
to them.

Ops, you miss me?

Ah, Walker. Thank God.

We need you to broadcast
the following frequency

with this exact code.

[water rushing]

Range: 600 yards.

[beeping]
Visual lost.

Nav.

Range: 500 yards.

Range: 400 yards.

So you double checked
his math, right?

Range: 300 yards.

Range: 200 yards.

[explosion booms]

[dramatic music]

[explosions booming]

♪

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

Yeah!

Whoo!
- Whoo!

Yeah!
- All right!

[cheers and applause]

Yeah!

[laughter]
- Nice. Yes.

- Range could have been better.
- Ah.

But it got the job done.

[laughs]

Stand by.
Proceed to sailors.

[soft orchestral music]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[tender music]

♪

I know you're scared
that you're gonna hurt me.

And I know that you're scared
that you can't be a good dad

because you're too hard
or cold,

or that you carry some kind
of darkness inside of you.

But whatever your dad had,
it stops with you.

Because you have done nothing
but love me...

And made me the person that
I am today.

It is going to be okay, Dad.

♪

Yeah.

Everything's gonna be okay.

♪

Ops, it's Walker.

Just wanted to thank you
for saving us.

Walker, thank--

[tense music]

Martínez.

I know everything about you,

Dr. Ben Song
from the year 2022.

That's right.

Your team must have found me--

well, the past me.

I can't imagine I had
any intel to give to you.

You helped me today?

I mean, if we're being fair,
I'd say you helped me.

Not sure I could have
pulled this off

from where I was sitting today.

I-I-I don't understand.

I know.

And that's why
I'm going to win.

[energy whirs]

[dramatic music]

♪

How'd I get up here?

Rossi?

Man, I'm totally confused.

Me too.

♪

Hey, hey.

You have to tell them
it wasn't my fault.

I was only naked
because my girlfriend

locked me out of the house.

♪

I'm a lawyer.