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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.

Right this way, Doc. Hurry.

Oh, where the hell is Dr. Goldman?

I-I'm calling him right now.

Oh, God.

This baby is not due for another month.

Why is this happening?

That's an excellent question,

which I'm sure Dr. Goldman can answer.

I just got her answering service.

They don't know where she is.

Who's going to deliver our baby?

She is, Right, Doc?

Great.

Me? No, no, no, no, no, no.

We're going to take this woman to the place

where the people who actually deliver babies work.

No time. That baby is crowning. It's coming right now.

- I can't do this. - You can. You can.

- I can't. - Come on.

Guess I'm doing this.

OK, when you're ready, as hard as you can, push.

You got this, mama. You got it.

Come on, baby.

- OK. - Yes, you got this.

OK, I can see its head. You're almost there.

Just one more big push.

Come on, mama. You got it.

You got it.

Oh.

Congratulations.

It's a girl.

I can take from here, Doc.

Let's get you guys to a room, OK?

Paging, Dr. Song, Dr. Ben Song.

Addison, you'll never guess what I just did.

I delivered a baby.

Like an actual, real-life human child.

Wow. Look at you, bringing life into the world.

It was like a miracle.

But also something I never want to have to do again.

That is fair.

Hey, looks like you won't have to.

All right, so this time, it looks like you

are Dr. Alexandra Tomkinson,

a first-year resident at Cedarhurst Hospital,

Seattle, 1994.

Oof.

Height of the grunge era.

And, oh, a start of a very promising medical career.

- What you doing? - The bras.

I'm still not used to them.

Underwire.

Honestly, Steven, you're holding that against me?

At least I spend my days trying to save lives.

Of course, I want what's best for Max. He's my son.

Is that someone I should know?

Dr. Sandra Turk.

Third year resident, kind of a mentor for you.

Looks like she's going through a rough divorce

and a brutal custody battle.

Sure sounds like it.

Your shift ended an hour ago, Alex.

The hell are you still doing here?

I got roped into delivering a baby.

Volunteered is more like it, knowing you.

Go home. Get some rest.

You can't save everyone.

There must be someone at this hospital whose life I have to save.

Close.

It looks like you're here to save three people's lives.

Hi, nurse.

Nurse Carolina.

Hey, girl, I was hoping you could help me.

I am looking for three specific patients.

These patients got names?

Yes.

Kimberly Cole, Eli Jackson, and Louis Tann.

Kimberly Cole, Eli Jackson, and Louis Tann.

They should be in the system.

Nope. I don't see any of them.

That's weird.

Why would I be here at a hospital

where the people I'm supposed to see aren't here?

- They're supposed to be here. - OK.

But when?

Code trauma.

Repeat, code trauma.

Code trauma.

Repeat, code trauma.

Yeah. Yeah. Yep.

- What's going on? - Train crash.

Multiple victims coming in hot.

Should have left when you had the chance, Alex.

It's about to get real messy.

All right, people, showtime.

Critical patients are top priority.

If they can walk, they can wait.

Someone get me an intubation tray now.

I need bandages over here.

There's a lot of blood.

- Synced and corrected by synk - - www.addic7ed.com -

Code trauma.

Hey. Don't just stand there, resident. Help someone.

That's what I'm trying to do.

Hey, Madison, what if the reason those patients

weren't in the hospital database

was because they hadn't been admitted yet?

Yes. OK, Ziggy says there is a 100% chance

all three were on that train.

Now all I have to do is find them.

Yeah, and quickly. In the original timeline, Kimberly Cole,

Louis Tann, and Eli Jackson

don't survive the accident.

Dr. Turk, over here.

What do we got?

Female, 17 years old.

Took a piece of shrapnel to her heart.

She's not breathing.

Alex, get the bag.

She means the resuscitation bag.

Oh. Right, the bag.

All right, cover her nose and mouth,

and then squeeze the bag just slow and steady

until you see her chest start to rise and fall.

And then just keep repeating that.

It's working.

Don't get too excited. She's not out of the woods yet.

Any idea who she is?

I found this in her pocket.

Kimberly Cole.

Wait.

Isn't this one of the patients you were asking about?

Get her to the OR stat.

And tell Dr. Rojas to administer 10ccs of Respiratrex.

Is there a problem, Dr. Turk?

No, Dr. Harper.

No problem at all.

All right, you heard him.

Let's get her to the OR, stat.

What's Respiratrex?

Surgical anesthetic. Why?

Dr. Turk did not seem happy

when Dr. Harper prescribed it for surgery,

like she thought it was a bad idea.

Well, pharmaceutical companies in the '90s would

often sell experimental drugs to hospitals that seemed

promising at the time, but turned out to have

negative side effects on people with pre-existing conditions.

Well, if Respiratrex was one of those,

why would Dr. Harper insist on using it?

Because Cedarhurst was one of the five hospitals

incentivized to use it during the final trials.

So they're putting profits before patients?

Well, OK, if Respiratrex was dangerous,

they didn't know that then.

What are her odds?

50/50, at this point.

I'd be a lot more confident if Dr. Harper had prescribed

a more proven anesthetic, like Soprofon or Restanol

or anything other than Respiratrex.

Can I see her chart?

Girl.

If Dr. Harper finds out you changed his script,

he will nuke your career.

OK, well, Ziggy says there's an 85% chance

that Dr. Tomkinson loses her job if you get caught.

Well, then let's hope I can save

these people's lives without ruining Alex's in the process.

Bold.

You know, you're taking an awful big risk bringing me in here.

I've committed every square inch of this place to memory.

Think of what I could do if I got loose.

It is a risk, but I believe it's one worth taking.

Do tell.

We want the same thing, to help Ben save Addison

and bring him home,

just like your dad wanted to do for Sam Beckett.

So let's stop working at cross purposes

and start working together.

What do you know about Ben's leap?

Trust is a two-way street, partner.

OK, I will tell you what I know,

but only after I talk to Ben.

Hey, you.

How the hell did you know Kimberley Cole was going to be in that crash?

Would you believe I can predict the future?

And it looks like you're two for two, Nostradamus.

Now go see if you can predict how to help this guy.

A brain tumor?

Doc, are you sure?

I'm afraid so.

But the EMT said the worst thing this could possibly be

is a concussion.

Look, I just hit my head.

And in a way, it's a good thing that you did.

I just have to send you over to oncology right away.

What for?

Chemo, radiation.

Whatever treatment the doctors think would be best.

Aren't you the doctor?

Only temporarily, I hope.

OK. Then I want you to discharge me.

Mr. Jackson, you have a serious, life-threatening condition.

Yeah.

It's not much of a life worth living for.

Look, I'm so done fighting.

I've been done ever since my Sarah passed.

These last five years without her,

they've been so damn lonely.

I can imagine.

But there must be other people in your life. Any family? Kids?

Eli?

You were on the train, too.

What are the odds of that?

You know him?

Of course she does.

She's my daughter.

Wow. Pagers.

Talk about a throwback.

Another crash victim just came in.

I'll see you around, Eli.

Actually, Sandra, you...

Don't. Don't. Don't.

Don't tell her about the tumor, please.

I don't want her to know.

Fine, but you have to stay here until I get back.

Deal?

Deal.

Hey. Any updates on Kimberly Cole?

Ziggy's still working on it.

You found Eli Jackson.

- How'd that go? - Not great.

Turns out he's Sandra's dad, and he has cancer

but refuses to do anything about it.

OK, well, in the original history,

his refusal to seek treatment allowed the tumor to metastasize.

You have to change his mind or else...

He's a dead man. I get it.

Yeah.

How many fingers am I holding up?

- Three. - Great.

Now, can you please tell me if anyone has seen my wife?

We were on the train together.

I just want to know where she is.

We're going to help you find her, sir.

But first, I need to know, what's your name?

Louis Tann.

Ben, that's the third name on the list.

Yeah, and it doesn't seem like his is a case of life or death.

If you're done talking to yourself, Dr. Tomkinson,

I could use your help over here.

Yes, Dr. Turk.

Oh, no.

All the ORs are taken, so I'm going to have

to remove that shrapnel here.

It's dangerously close to a superficial temporal artery.

One slip and he'll bleed out.

And in the original history, Sandra nicked the artery

and Louis died on the spot.

OK, so what can I do to make sure that doesn't happen?

Talk to him.

Keep him calm and distracted.

Finally, something you're qualified for.

Hi.

Mr. Tann, I'm Dr. Tomkinson.

I understand you're looking for your wife.

Her name's Jeane.

We were in the third car near the back

when the train ran off the rails, and we got separated.

I'm sure the first responders are out there looking

for her right now, but in the meantime,

I just need you to stay calm.

How?

I don't even know if she's alive or dead.

Look, it's not bad news until it is.

So let's just focus on the good.

Can you do that for me, Mr. Tann?

Yeah, I guess.

So how about you tell me a little something about you two?

Like, where did you meet?

In college.

It was the last summer before our senior year.

I was working at one of the neighborhood bars.

She was a waitress.

Turns out, we were both science majors.

Boy, did we have chemistry.

Yeah, my fiancée and I met at work too.

How long have you been married?

25 years.

Still going strong.

I'd be lost without her.

Yeah. I know the feeling.

All right, Mr. Tann, we're almost there.

So what I want you to do is focus

on all those amazing memories of Jeane

so we can get you healed up and...

- Got it. - Ah.

Get him stitched up.

Nice work.

We'll do our best to find her.

Thank you, Doctor.

Nice job, Ben.

You just helped save a man's life.

Yeah.

Just two more to go, one of whom

still needs to be convinced they've got a reason to live.

Well, lucky for us, that reason works at this hospital.

Nice.

I see what you're doing.

Magic's good cop, your drunk cop.

Going to ply me with booze to loosen my tongue.

Actually, this is a peace offering.

Oh.

For how things went down in Belize.

Yeah. It was a clever sting.

Kind of trap I would've sprung.

To great minds then.

I don't blame you for not wanting to talk to any of us.

If I was in your position, being held against my will,

I certainly wouldn't.

See?

You get me.

The only thing is, I'm not in your position

because I know something I'm guessing you don't.

Does the name Richard Martínez ring any bells?

Pretty generic. Why?

Because he called Ben by name during Ben's fifth leap.

You made a serious miscalculation coming here, Ben.

If you value your life, you need to stop following me.

And how did Ben react to that?

He was stunned. He had no idea what was going on.

But I get the feeling you do.

You really need to let me talk to him.

Yeah, you said that already.

Look, if this Martínez guy recognized Ben, that means...

Look there is an order that has to...

Wait. What order?

What do you mean?

You won't tell me because you don't trust anyone here.

Actually, there's one person besides Ben that I will talk to.

40 miles south of Seattle, train 501 has derailed

in Washington state.

You see that car right there,

it is right on.

Ahh, what I wouldn't give

for high-speed Internet access right now.

Ah.

Got a patient with a brain tumor?

Uh, yeah. Any advice?

Send them to oncology.

What if they won't go?

Then you find a way to make them go.

You're the doctor, Alex.

Their life is in your hands.

Oh, I know.

Believe me.

Hey, so it must have been a surprise,

huh, seeing your dad here?

We're not exactly on the best terms.

Is this a recent thing or...

When I was a kid, my father was

this big-time corporate lawyer.

Defending all these evil corporations

against chemical spills, sexual harassment suits, you name it.

The more egregious the crime, the harder he fought for them.

So hard, in fact, that he never had time for his family.

I'm sorry to hear.

Don't be.

His bad example is what drove me to become a doctor,

so I could prevent people suffering

and be the complete opposite of him.

Do you think you two could ever reconcile, or...

Not in this life.

Crap. Harper wants to see us.

Damn right, he does.

It's come to my attention that somewhere between

the ER and OR, someone altered Kimberly Cole's chart,

prescribing Restanol instead of Respiratrex,

despite my explicit instructions.

It was me. I did it.

Why am I not surprised?

Dr. Harper, sir, it may not be public information,

but there has been studies that say Respiratrex has

had terrible side effects on patients with preexisting conditions.

I'm aware of the studies.

But this drug is about to be FDA approved,

or else the board wouldn't have authorize it's use.

Furthermore, Kimberly Cole doesn't have a pre-existing condition.

Ziggy says she has an undiagnosed case

of Duchenne's Muscular Dystrophy.

Her interaction with the drug triggers it

and ultimately causes her death.

She has Duchenne's Muscular Dystrophy.

Not according to that chart.

It's... undiagnosed.

Are you a doctor or a psychic?

All I'm asking is that you use an alternative anesthetic.

It could mean the difference between life and death.

Do you agree with Chicken Little here,

that the sky's about to fall if we don't stop using Respiratrex?

I...

We're in crisis mode here.

We will continue using Respiratrex as prescribed.

But when this is over, Missy,

you and I are going to have a come-to-Jesus

about your future here at Cedarhurst.

Oh, he did not just call you Missy.

You heard that too?

Can you believe that condescending tool?

He's got some nerve talking to you like you're not even a doctor.

What I can't believe is that you didn't push back.

You know how dangerous that drug is.

It wouldn't have mattered.

The pharmaceutical companies have got the board deep in their pocket,

and Harper is the board's lackey.

Nothing you or I could say is going to change things.

But a girl's life is at stake.

How can you be so sure?

Call it a hunch.

You want me to risk imploding my career

in the middle of a custody battle

I can barely afford to fight on a hunch?

My son is my whole world.

If I lose him, I lose everything.

I'm sorry, Alex, it's just...

It's not a risk I'm willing to take.

It's my damn ex.

Hello?

Oh, Ben, we have a problem.

Let me guess. I just got myself fired.

No, worse.

Ziggy says hundreds of people die

from Respiratrex in the next few years.

You have to get the doctors

- to stop using it. - How?

The drug companies bought off the board.

The attending physician's a sexist jerk

who won't listen to me.

And the one doctor who might be able to change his mind

won't even try because she's afraid of losing

the only family she has left.

Except it's not the only family she has left.

Wait. Ben, where are you going?

To see a lawyer about a doctor.

What?

Mr. Jackson, what are you doing?

What does it look I like I'm doing?

Like you're about to make a fatal mistake.

If you leave now, your chances of surviving this cancer

dropped precipitously.

Doc, I've made peace with all that.

I don't know how much Sandra's told you,

but I wasn't exactly the best person.

Or the best father, for that matter.

She may have mentioned it.

It's because all the terrible things she thinks about me

are true.

I've hurt a lot of people during the course

of my career, especially her.

And that has haunted me for most of my life.

I'm not a great believer in karma,

but I suppose this cancer's the universe's way of...

balancing out everything by giving me the ending

that I deserve.

Or maybe the universe is giving you a chance

to undo all the bad you've done in the past

by doing some good here and now.

Your daughter has a chance to save a lot of people

from a very dangerous drug, but she can't do it alone.

She could really use your legal expertise.

At this point, I don't think she wants anything from me at all.

Eli, this is your chance to help people, not hurt them.

And to finally be there for Sandra when she needs you most.

Oh, no.

I know that face.

It's the, "I've got news and you're not"

"going to like it, Ben," face.

Jeane Tann was just pronounced brain dead.

Does Louis know?

The nurses are waiting for one of his doctors to tell him,

and unfortunately, Sandra's busy.

So you're going to have to do it, Ben.

We were just talking about her, Addison.

I know.

Bonding over how lucky we were to have

found the love of our life.

And now, I have to go in there and just destroy him?

How do I do that?

You won't remember this, but I've had

to once walk up to

a lovely home in the suburbs

and tell a mother that her only son died on a mission I led.

Addison, I'm so sorry.

She opened that door and she took

one look at me and that Army Chaplain and...

she knew.

And my mind just went blank.

My carefully

planned-out speech was gone.

But in its place,

the right words came to me.

I told her that her son sacrificed himself

for this to be a better world.

And that there's nothing more noble than that.

And I told her that sh...

I told her that her son was a hero.

And that for myself and everybody who knew him,

we were forever changed because of how he lived his life

with hope and courage.

I told her the truth as it came to me

from wherever the truth comes from.

Hey. Good news.

I just talked to your dad and he's agreed

to take up the fight against the hospital board

to stop the use of Respiratrex.

I never asked you to do that.

Yeah.

No, well... Yeah, but I just thought that,

um, given your history, it might be a great way

to heal old wounds.

Some wounds never heal.

Well, I don't believe that.

Sandra, I know Eli hasn't exactly been the best dad,

but he's trying to make things right before it's too late.

Too late? Too late for what?

Code blue.

ICU, room seven. Repeat, code blue.

- Let's go. - ICU room seven.

We need to start a line.

What happened?

They got the shrapnel out in surgery

and everything seemed fine until her vitals suddenly

started bottoming out and she went into V-tach.

The Respiratrex.

Kimberly Cole must be having some kind of reaction.

She's coding.

Come on, Kimberly, stay with us.

Patient's asystolic. Get the crash cart.

Ben, she means a defibrillator.

Over here.

OK. What now?

All right, set it to 100.

OK. Slide it over.

OK, now put one paddle on her sternum

and one on her left rib.

And tell everyone to get clear.

OK.

Clear.

Oh, come on.

Ben, if you can't get Kimberly's heart started...

I know. She's not responding.

Increase the charge to 180.

On it.

- Come on. - Clear.

Normal rhythm.

ST depressions are back to baseline.

But it won't last.

There's already signs of severe damage to all four chambers.

Wait. What does that mean?

A heart transplant?

I understand you're frightened, Mrs. Cole.

Rest assured, your daughter is in the best of hands.

Cedarhurst has one of the top thoracic surgeons...

This is the only way we can save Kimberly's life now.

If we can find a suitable donor on such short notice.

I will check the donor registry.

I don't know what psychic hotline convinced you

that girl has an undiagnosed condition,

or why you think I need to work things out with Eli,

but if there is something going on, I need you to tell me what it is.

Not just doctor to doctor, but friend to friend.

Your father has a tumor in his brain.

Stage two glioblastoma.

The average life expectancy post diagnosis

is 14 to 16 months, though some people have been known

to survive 10 years or longer.

Which is why he needs to seek treatment tonight.

It's the only way he can survive this.

I tried sending him to Oncology, but he wouldn't go.

Stubborn son of a bitch.

Why the hell not?

Because he's lost the only thing that

can help him survive... hope.

And I think we both know there's only one person

in here that can give that back to him.

So what do you think?

Under different circumstances,

Janis would have been a part of this project.

Looking at everything that's happened, maybe she should have been.

Magic, you aren't seriously blaming yourself for any of this?

What Ben did isn't your fault.

He kept us all in the dark.

But what happens next will be on me.

It's time to roll the dice.

We've been playing catch up this entire time.

Now, whether we like it or not,

Janis is our best chance at understanding what's going on.

Please tell me you found a donor.

Ian and I scoured the entire UNOS waitlist for 1994

and were able to find a match on the organ donor registry.

There's a "but" coming, isn't there?

She won't be dead for another three months,

which brings our chances of finding a replacement heart

down to 5%.

And leaves Kimberly and me completely screwed.

OK, all right.

Don't give up, Ben.

We're going to figure something out.

Like what?

Addison, you and I both know I was never supposed to be the leaper,

yet here I am with three people's fates

in my hand and not a single clue how to help them all.

OK, I know you can't see this right now.

But there is a reason that you were sent here

to save these three people.

There is a bigger connection that binds them, all right?

You... you just have to find it.

Wait.

I might actually have an idea.

You're sure there's no chance of her ever coming back from this?

My Jeane had the biggest heart in the world.

Always looking out for other people.

And, uh, right now there's a young woman

who needs that heart in order to survive.

I just...

don't know if I'm ready to let go.

What happened to Jeane, to Kimberly, to all of you

on that train, none of it's fair.

But if your wife's heart is as big as you say,

I bet she'd want you to do everything you could

to prevent that accident from cutting anyone else's

life too short, too soon.

Yes.

She would.

Yeah. Whew.

For a second there, I thought this might not work out.

Oh, no.

Kimberly's odds of survival just started to plummet.

What? Why?

Because the surgeon that was supposed to do the transplant

got delayed, so Dr. Harper is scrubbing in.

If he uses Respiratrex...

Kimberly Cole is going to die.

Sandra. Oh, Sandra, there you are.

Do you not have your pager?

Sorry, I...

I guess I've just been distracted since

you dropped the bomb on me that my father

is basically at death's door.

I should have told you sooner.

I'm sorry I didn't.

But I've been trying to save a lot of lives today.

And there's one more I really need your help with right now.

- OK. - OK. Come on.

Hemo at 7.5, vitals are holding.

- Excuse me! - Excuse me.

Excuse me. Pardon me. Coming through.

Medical emergency. Excuse me.

Let's prep the chest for incision.

Showtime.

Pardon me.

Medical emergency! Excuse me.

Coming through.

Once the heart is removed, the tissue will only

remain viable for so long.

Every second counts.

Now, let's do this, people. 10ccs of Respiratrex.

Stop.

If you use that drug on Kimberly again,

it'll kill her.

Turk, what the hell are you doing?

Something I should have done sooner.

Respiratrex is dangerous and we need to stop using it immediately.

Get the hell out of my OR

before I throw you both out of this hospital.

No, not until you hear us out.

Tomkinson, what... Have you gone insane?

That's Dr. Tomkinson, you misogynistic piece of...

Alex, focus.

Right, sorry.

If you go through with this,

you'll be risking exposing Cedarhurst

to a major malpractice suit.

You are a first-year resident.

You don't know how to deal with the politics

of how this place operates.

I do.

This hospital needs that sponsorship.

As doctors, we vow to do no harm.

That means putting the lives of our patients before all else.

Which is what I'm trying to do.

But for some inexplicable reason, you two won't let me.

Exposure to Respiratrex triggered Kimberly's

Duchenne's Muscular Dystrophy and caused irreparable damage

to her heart.

A second dose could kill her.

Duchenne's is rare in girls.

If she had it, we would know by now.

Show him the chart.

Multiple biopsy results with elevated dystrophia,

which means her fate is now in your hands.

So what are you going to do, Doctor?

Give her 10ccs of Restanol.

Now, if you don't mind,

I have a heart to transplant, Doctor.

Hey, Nostradamus, nice catch.

Starting tomorrow, Dr. Harper suspends the use

of Respiratrex and convinces the hospital's board

to break its contract with the manufacturer.

Once word gets out, other hospitals follow suit

and the FDA discontinues the drug, permanently.

Thank you for having my back in there.

Thank you for having mine.

Even when I thought I didn't want it.

So, uh, about Eli?

Ever since this custody battle started,

I've been preparing for the worst...

Life without my son.

It wasn't until today seeing my father all alone

that I finally understood how sad and lonely that could be.

He may not have been the best father

or even a good one, for that matter,

but he doesn't deserve to go out feeling like he's got no one.

Then you'll talk to him?

Get him to seek treatment, like, today?

Already reserved his spot with oncology.

They're just waiting on me to drag his stubborn ass down there.

You know, for a guy who just saved hundreds of lives

over the next few years,

you don't seem very happy about it.

Today was a lot.

Yeah.

What these doctors and nurses have to deal with on a daily basis,

the constant life and death stakes,

those folks are heroes.

That's true.

But arguably, so are you.

Think about all the lives that you've changed already.

I guess.

There's still one life I'm worried about.

Ben.

Ever since I remembered why I left,

I can't help but wonder, what if?

What if the moment of truth comes and I fail?

What if all of this was for nothing and I let you down?

OK.

First of all, I can save myself.

So let's just put that on the table right now, OK?

But secondly, if that time comes,

if I am in a life and death situation,

I know I'm not going to be alone.

I'll have you, Ben.

Just like you were there for all of those people today.

You gave an estranged father and his daughter

hope that they could be a family again.

You gave a young woman a second chance

at a lifetime of possibilities.

You gave a man peace

to know that the love of his life

didn't die for nothing.

And that is why no matter what the future holds,

I'm not afraid.

Neither should you be.

Finally, someone listens to me.

Captain Augustine, I was really hoping to meet you

under better circumstances.

And yet, here we are.

I want you to understand that I am only here

because Magic asked me to honor your request.

There is an incredible myopia that

has descended over all of you.

But you, most of all.

Do you really think I wanted Ben to come to me instead of you?

Do you think I was thrilled that he walked into my life

and dropped a world of problems in my lap?

Because I actually have a life.

Or I had one before he showed up and told me a story

that made me drop everything.

So I am sorry.

I'm sorry that I'm not particularly sympathetic

to your ignorance, but in this case,

I can promise you, ignorance is bliss.

What were you working on?

OK, why did Ben leap?

Why am I in danger?

If you weren't going to say anything,

why did you want this conversation?

Because I need you to tell Ben to stop talking...

to you.

You need to go in that imaging chamber,

and you need to tell him that from now on,

anything he remembers, he must keep to himself.

You want us to stop helping him?

No, I want you to stop doubting him.

You say you trust him.

Well, there is a very good reason he didn't

tell you anything, Addison.

Because the problem with information

is that the only place we can really keep it secret

is in our mind.

Because once you say it out loud to someone else

in a world with a Quantum Accelerator,

everyone knows,

including the people who sent Richard Martínez.

You want to help Ben, you will tell him

to trust no one.

Even you.

Running a little behind schedule.

Yeah, everything looks good.

Startup will be quick.

Ever seen one before, Colonel?

Seen what?

It's far out.

Like something out of a science fiction book.

Just wait until you see

what this nuclear reactor can do.

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