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Previously on Sliders...

Doctor Geiger!

What's this?

Finally.

What's that?

I don't know.

Oh, my God.

What is it?

The way home.

Well, this is it.

All I have to do is call up the coordinates,

punch them into the timer

and then we're off to our home worlds.

Thanks to Doctor Geiger.

So, any plans after our triumphant return?

Wait, I know,

and the Nobel Prize goes to Diana Davis, come on down!

You know, a few months ago that sounded great.

But I don't know, after everything we've done and we've seen,

somehow it seems wrong to get a prize for it.

Well, for me a hammock, a blender

and an endless supply of margaritas come to mind.

What are you eating?

It's a giraffe sandwich and pork soda.

It's not that bad, you want to try some?

Ah, the word "why" comes to mind.

Well, because this is our last chance to take a bite

out of the bizarre and unusual.

From now on, the expected is what you get

and the unexpected is just a memory.

Very poetic.

I think I'll take one of those margaritas now.

Maggie, since your home world is no more,

are you gonna be staying with Remmy?

For as long as he needs me.

Here he comes.

I thought he gave up on church years ago.

Yeah.

Probably just hedging his bets.

- Hey. - Hey.

There comes a time in a man's life

when he has to look at where he's been

in order to figure out where he's going.

And here we thought you were just asking for backup.

That too.

I thought I'd be going home with some new idea to defeat the Maggs.

You know, a weapon or something.

It looks like I'll be going home empty-handed.

No, you won't. You got me.

Recommended by more moms and arms dealers

than all other brands combined.

Well, make no mistake,

my world is still gonna be occupied with Kromaggs.

It won't be a pretty place these days.

So I won't blame anyone if they wanted to bail.

All right then.

Okay.

Guys, this is it.

Okay, and three, two, one.

Did you call ahead?

Sliders! Sliders! Sliders!

What if you found a portal to a parallel universe?

What if you could slide into a thousand different worlds

where it's the same year, and you're the same person,

but everything else is different?

And what if you can't find your way home?

Sliders.

These people don't look exactly conquered.

You don't think they found a way to defeat the Maggs, do you?

I don't know. I haven't been home in almost two years.

A lot can happen.

Yeah, but how do they know who we are?

We haven't done anything to become famous here.

Have we?

Welcome, Mr. Brown, Ms. Beckett,

Doctor Davis, Mister Mallory, of course.

I'm Claire Lebeau,

and this is my father Marc Lebeau,

better known as the Seer.

Before we move on,

would you like to say a word to your public?

Mallory rules!

How's it going?

I apologize for the enthusiasm of your welcome.

But you must understand,

none of them ever expected to see you in real life.

We didn't expect any of them either.

Action figure?

Is this supposed to be me?

I like it.

Ah, this is freaky.

It's like whoever painted this picture

knows everything about us, who we are, where we've been.

How is that possible?

Diana and Mallory have never even been to your world.

I'm afraid that's still true.

The part about never having been to your world, that is.

But as you've seen, you are more than welcome on our world.

Wait a minute, you're telling me that this is not my Earth?

Unfortunately, that is correct.

Then you save your welcomes

and tell us why you hijacked our slide.

And how.

First off, understand that we're not responsible for you being here.

Really?

You always hold sliders prep rallies,

and we just coincidentally happened to land in the middle of one?

We didn't bring you here.

But we did know that you were coming.

Daughter, perhaps it's time that I should take over.

My friends, I have been observing your exploits for some time.

Someone forgot to give Grandpa his medicine again.

Ironically, Mr. Mallory,

there's a grain of truth in that.

You see, some years ago I had a massive heart attack.

I wasn't expected to survive.

But finally, when I did recover,

I found that along with a very much weakened heart,

I also had developed a strange new ability.

New ability?

Yes, I began to see visions.

Images of all of you and of your companions.

After time, I realized these weren't just hallucinations.

I was seeing genuine events in space and time.

Professor, the term is remote viewing.

It's seeing something in your mind from a remote location.

Yes, well, call it whatever you will.

Eventually, I learned to see out into inter-dimensional pace.

And somehow, my consciousness

seemed to latch onto your little group.

So you began painting pictures of what you saw.

That's right.

And then we began to share what we knew of you with our world.

It was through the paintings of my father and through his writings.

It didn't take long before stories of your travels became popular lore.

Especially after the Kromaggs came.

And you inspired many of us to fight them.

The Kromaggs were here?

Mmm-hmm.

Until we defeated them with a synthetic virus

that was engineered by our scientists.

I think the phrase is, "We sent them packing."

You see, it's your fellowship and your philosophy of life

that fueled a following that is today tens of thousands strong.

You see, Rem, you can never give up hope.

Who, me?

I never gave up hope, I thought that was you.

So we can kick the Maggs off Remmy's world.

Well, it sure looks that way if we can get there.

I wish that were the case.

There's always a but.

For some unknown reason,

I have also been able, occasionally,

to see through the fabric of inter-dimensional time.

I have seen your future

and I know that the next slide you take will be your last.

The moment you emerge from the other side of the wormhole,

you will all instantly

die.

How?

I'm afraid that is not clear to me.

But you must know this.

I foresaw the death of your friends,

and the Professor, and Miss Wells

I have never, ever been wrong.

Please, you must never leave this world.

Professor Arturo,

thank God you're here!

I cannot believe they made a TV show about us.

I think as a general pan-dimensional rule,

all Diana Davises should stick to science and stay out of showbiz.

Ow.

Well, I'll tell you one thing,

they could have at least been accurate.

There was never five of us together at one time.

Though it says the episode is called Arturo's Return.

"Tonight, this beloved character is back by popular demand."

See what a letter writing campaign can do?

Some people have way too much time on their hands.

Hey, guys, come out here.

They just dropped this stuff off.

We got fruit baskets, roses.

Looks like a marriage proposal for Maggie.

Give me that.

Did you get a financial statement?

There's also gonna be a lunchtime reception.

Oh, the royal treatment for just showing up.

It doesn't get much better than this.

Um, is there anything for me?

This is not about grabbing the spotlight.

This is business.

Well, first order of business is that we play into this hospitality.

Yeah, while learning what we can about this world.

And the second order is to get our hands on that anti-Magg virus.

Then we're still sliding out of here?

Well, I still don't know what brought us here,

and there's nothing wrong with the timer.

So I think we should try again.

Look, I've been thinking this over.

It's obvious that this Seer has got the scoop on all of us,

and he's been right about the past.

He, uh, could be right about the future.

Then you believe that guy?

Well, how else do you explain the paintings?

Right.

So when it comes time for the slide,

I'm gonna be the only one who's going.

I don't think so.

No, you can't make a decision like that on your own.

Look, guys, we're talking about my world here.

I should be the one taking the risk.

And if I survive, I'll come back for all of you.

And if you don't?

Well then, the Seer will know what has happened to me.

Look, at least you guys are gonna be alive.

On a world where you're safe and you're welcome.

What happened to all that talk about teamwork?

About how you can't slide and be a loner.

Were you just wasting our time with that?

You mean you were actually listening?

Yeah, and so was I.

Look, we watch each other's backs.

That's how we stay alive.

Don't look at me, pops. You raised them.

Yeah, and I'm so proud, too.

Come here, son.

- Oh, thank you. - You're welcome.

Uh... uh, listen, we need to talk.

Certainly.

But first I would like to introduce your duplicates from our world.

What a thrill, what a thrill.

Absolutely.

Oh, gosh.

Diana, you may have already seen your duplicate

she stars on the TV show.

So you two don't act?

Well, we... we make more money in personal appearances.

What about my duplicate?

Oh, well, sadly, Quinn Mallory never existed on our Earth.

Guess I'm one of a kind.

You know, if we stay on this world,

I guess you guys are out of a job, huh?

My work here is done.

I'd love you to meet Doctor and Mrs. Dial.

Hi, hi, hi.

Oh, this is Vernon.

He's the El Segundo University chapter president of the Four S club.

The Seer's Students for Sliders Society.

You're all welcome to stop by the Four S club anytime.

Well, listen, we appreciate the hospitality,

but we're gonna be leaving.

We'll be sliding out of here within a few hours.

Well, you can't.

You heard what the Seer said. You'll be killed.

Maybe so, but we have to try.

Now if you could help us get our hands on that anti-Kromagg virus...

Excuse me, who are you?

She's your mother.

Sorry, lady, I think you got the wrong guy.

Quinn...

Is she a duplicate?

Sadly, no.

The Kromaggs built several work camps here on our world.

There are refugees here from a dozen Earths.

This is who you think it is.

I'll take care of her.

She's not my mother.

What's going on here?

She was Quinn's mother. Our Quinn.

I'm your Quinn!

I didn't mean it that way.

Where is he taking her?

Mrs. Mallory sometimes has post traumatic spells.

The work camp, and then the knowledge of what happened to her son.

But don't worry, we look after her.

Well, we hate to spoil your party,

but like I said, we're gonna have to be leaving.

The sooner the better, as far as I'm concerned.

Now about that virus.

There's none available.

You don't keep any extra on hand?

What if the Kromaggs return?

The virus has a very short shelf life.

The key components are stored at military bases around the world,

but it has to be freshly synthesized in order for it to be effective.

How long does that take?

From what I understand, the incubation period is two days.

We've got a little more than two hours here.

Look, I have to introduce my father.

But afterwards, we can talk business.

Please reconsider. Your lives are at stake.

Yeah.

We already have.

May I have your attention, please?

Dear friends, fellow sliders.

Before we adjourn to the dining room,

it gives me great pleasure

to introduce our leader,

the Seer.

Thank you. Thank you.

Well, this is indeed a joyous occasion.

The young people,

the heroic young people,

that I have been viewing from afar

are finally here with us.

Now, as you know, I have seen

a future for our friends which is indeed bleak.

Certain death lies for them beyond their next slide.

However, I am very happy to tell you,

that our friends have decided to remain with us.

And to help us

lay the foundation for our new order,

Slidology,

the ideological discipline for tomorrow.

Is this what I think he's doing?

I think this would be the business part his daughter spoke of.

Seems we're the only silent partners.

Before I propose a toast,

I would like to ask our honored guests just to say a few words.

Not this group. Come on.

Thank you.

Good night.

Ironic, isn't it?

We finally land on a world where people love us,

and we're running away.

Yeah, I don't want to be loved like that.

Well, in a few hours we'll be able to slide right out of here.

And into what?

I... I don't mean to intrude.

But you left so suddenly.

It's no intrusion. Please, you're welcome.

I'm sorry I reacted the way I did.

It's just, when I saw you...

I just have to know.

I told you. I'm not your son.

I understand. But is my son still alive?

Is any part of him still there?

No.

I want to talk to her alone.

Will you guys please go down to the bar?

Let's sit down.

Mom... Mrs. Mallory.

Um,

I once had an uncle

who was more like a father to me than my own father was.

Well, he was killed in a car accident.

He was healthy and strong.

So my aunt donated his organs to people who really needed them.

I lost my uncle,

but I always felt that through other people, he was able to live.

Does this make any sense?

Ever since I last saw him almost two years ago,

I've waited for the day when we'd be together again.

More than anything,

I wanted him to have a normal life.

I wanted to know the girl he would someday marry.

See grandchildren.

Now,

I would settle for holding him in my arms one last time.

That's never going to happen, is it?

No, it isn't.

I haven't seen this much insanity since they canceled Star Trek.

Yeah, it's going to be tough slipping through that crowd.

Yeah, it's gonna be even tougher

getting past those goons in the car, though.

You think they're here to keep us here?

They're sure not Trekkies.

It's not a problem. We'll just stay in and slide from here.

Well, what if they come in here?

Will Mrs. Mallory be coming along as well?

Well, as a matter of fact,

if it wasn't for the unknown danger, I would say yes.

I mean, she is family.

She's asleep.

How much time?

Ah...

Thirty minutes.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm just ready to move on.

If things work out with the next slide,

we can come back for her, right?

Sounds like a plan.

Remmy.

Uh, those "goons in the car," as you call them,

they aren't in the car anymore.

They may be on their way up here.

Okay, it's checkout time, people.

Let's see if we can find a way out the back.

All right, last chance to get off.

Here we go, three, two, one.

Well,

I guess we don't have a choice in the matter.

We're stuck here.

- What the hell happened? - I don't know yet.

Please don't tell me we're stranded here for 29 years.

You were wondering why they didn't come after us.

Maybe they didn't need to.

You're saying someone purposely stopped us from leaving?

Think about it. $1,000 plate meals,

public appearances.

A lot of cash stands to be made if we stick around.

Assuming they can stop the slide,

do you think somebody would stoop so low

as to keep us here just to make money off us?

Well, you've obviously never had an agent.

You know, it's like some kind of force field

is blocking the wormhole entrance.

Somebody capped it?

Well, basically, yes.

I mean, what's really strange is that the timer

is counting down from three days this time.

It's like whatever blocked the wormhole reset the cycle.

Meaning we have another shot.

If we don't run into the force field again.

I think I know who's responsible.

I think it's time we had a blunt conversation with him.

Come on.

Look, we don't care what he's doing.

We need to see him now.

It's all right, Martha,

I've finished for today.

There you are, my friends.

You know, you left me with a considerable amount of egg on my face.

Why did you leave so abruptly?

We suddenly remembered we left the iron plugged in.

Yeah, you're quite a humorist, aren't you, Mr. Mallory?

Well, what do you think? Do you like it?

It's the vision I had of your first arrival.

Yeah, lovely, now conjure up a vision of us leaving.

You see, this is something new for me.

Before your arrival,

I could have never had a vision of this dimension.

It's almost as if I had some direct psychic connection with you.

Well, you have to break it.

Look, turn off your force field so we can slide out of here.

Out of here?

But Claire told me you intended to stay.

We never told her that.

The only thing keeping us here

is the force field that you have put around the wormhole.

I assure you, I know nothing about any force field.

Well, you're not going to deny that you benefit by us staying?

That you're crazy cult fizzles if we die.

No, I'm not going to deny that.

I have made enough money already.

Certainly enough to last me for what little time I have left.

What little time you have left?

Are you... Are you dying?

Yes, my heart.

The doctors tell me it could happen at any time.

Unfortunately, the movement may not outlive me.

It's badly in debt.

I had hoped that you would stay and help me to revitalize it

by creating the second phase of our movement, Slidology.

Look, we're not convinced that we're stuck here.

Our timer has reset.

If anything, we just have a three-day setback.

And we want your word you won't interfere.

Me interfere? What can I do?

Look, please, I beg you, reconsider.

My vision of your future was very clear.

Well, we've made our choice.

And if you know us like you say you do,

you know there's no changing that.

So Claire lied to us about the Seer.

That makes her our prime suspect if you ask me.

That would also make her our next stop.

Okay, we got a little over three days here.

That's enough time to concoct the virus.

Look, this whole force field fiasco

may have been a blessing in disguise.

That's if we can get our hands on the ingredients.

Wait a minute.

I think I know just the person who might be able to help us.

Look, you two find Claire.

If she's behind this, try to talk some sense into her.

We're gonna catch up with you in about two hours.

Where are you going?

Back to school.

What branch of the service was Maggie in?

That's easy, Marines.

She was a captain and her middle name is Allison.

Just give me the answer, not her total life story.

Three.

What was the name of Rembrandt's best friend

and former member of The Spinning Tops?

I think I know the answer to that one.

You came!

Of course we came.

Of course, we wouldn't let down our biggest fans.

Hey!

Ah, we're sorry we ran out on you at the luncheon.

No problem, welcome to the club.

This is Lisa and Nubsy and Schmo.

Hey, Schmo.

We were just playing the sliders trivia game.

Great, great, can we sit?

Please.

Oh, yes, let's get to know each other for a little while.

Make it worth the wait, huh?

So, what is the answer?

Only the real Rembrandt Brown would know for sure.

Hey, in good time, huh? In good time.

There must be a way to recreate the virus.

Don't you have some Internet contacts or something?

That only works if you want to build an atomic bomb.

Why do you want the virus?

You're not going to try to leave, are you?

You're not going to try to leave, are you?

Yeah. Yeah, we are, Vernon.

Yeah, we are, Vernon.

We need the virus before we make the slide.

Ha, ha. Pay up. I told you they'd try.

The sliders never give up.

Lucky guess. But what good is getting away if they don't have the virus?

Are you high, Lisa?

There is a way. Think, Space Journey.

That's my second favorite show.

Episode 12, The White Menace.

Eh? Eh?

- Hold on, hold on. - In The White Menace,

the killer plague puts down the counter alien plague

extracted from the blood of a race known as the Zangs.

Lucky thing for us, Nubsy here is a diabetic.

Ah, lucky thing.

Whoa, man, what are you doing?

It's okay.

I give Nubsy his shots all the time.

I practice on myself.

Lucky thing.

You don't need to recreate the virus.

We all carry it in our bloodstream.

It's only harmful to the Kromaggs.

So the virus is in here?

And we can make more from this?

Absotively.

Providing you get it to a lab in two days to synthesize it.

All right.

Thanks, Vernon.

All right. Vernon, you are okay.

Thanks, guys. See ya, Lisa.

Oh, and by the way, the name of the guy was Maurice Fish.

I knew that too.

Well, that was a waste of time looking for Claire.

I know, um, I'm going to check on Mrs. Mallory.

Hey, I'll... I'll do it.

Shouldn't you be doing something with the timer?

Ah, yeah, you're right.

I'll do it.

Mallory!

Is that what I think it is?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Mrs. Mallory.

Are you all right?

This is my fault.

Oh, no it's not. It's those crazy fans.

It wasn't the fans.

That's what they want you to believe.

It was those guys that work for Claire.

She sent them here to trash our timer?

Trash it or steal it. The results are the same.

It's obvious she wants us stranded here.

So did you talk to her?

Nobody's seen her.

At least that's what we were told.

I could have prevented this.

I could have told you.

Told us what?

During the occupation,

Claire and I worked at a Kromagg garrison.

When the virus was released,

the Kromaggs packed up what they could and left the rest.

They left the rest?

Before the government was back in control,

Claire hoarded all the leftover Kromagg equipment she could find.

It's in a storage facility owned by the center.

Well, then it's possible they left behind some of their technology.

Something that could prevent us from leaving here.

Or that could help us leave.

You're right.

You should have told us.

I just wanted you to stay,

and if my silence could keep you here...

Well, I was wrong.

Can I have a moment?

I guess we both have some apologizing to do.

I'm sorry.

There's something else I have to tell you.

Um,

I do feel somehow connected to you.

At first, I denied the feelings

because I was afraid that if I didn't,

that I would lose myself, my identity.

There is a small part of your Quinn inside me.

And I think he wants you to know that, to him,

you aren't just a stepmother.

You raised him, you loved him.

For that reason,

you are more his mother

than any blood relative could be.

He loves you very much.

Guys, it's useless.

Mrs. Mallory wants to help us.

I can take you to Claire's storage facility.

Okay, then let's make the move.

When the Kromaggs left,

they destroyed everything they could.

Scorched earth always was their policy.

This is it.

Oh, it's locked.

This is way too easy for you.

Claire didn't do too bad for herself

when the Maggs pulled out, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, looks like the Kromagg department at Best Buy.

Hey, guys.

I think this is a Kromagg sliding machine.

Looks pretty beat up, though.

Well, I think I know what blocked our slide.

This device projects a hyper spatial force field barrier.

So, this is a defense system,

designed to keep invaders out.

Well, sliding invaders, yes, or keep us in.

But not anymore.

Power off.

I don't get it.

Why trash the timer if this thing can keep us here?

I knew as long as you had your timer,

you'd continue to try to escape.

You might even defeat the force field, and that I just couldn't allow.

Quite a stash you've got here, Claire.

You gonna share this good fortune with the others?

It's the first commandment of Slidology.

I don't think "share" is in her vocabulary.

You know, I really don't understand you people.

You're constantly on the move,

never knowing who your friends are.

Here everyone loves you.

We can even protect you from the Kromaggs.

You're not concerned about us.

You just want to create some crazy religion based on sliding.

People create religions all the time.

It's not a bad profession.

You can set your own hours and the pay's great.

We've seen your kind of medicine show before.

Call in, make a pledge of faith,

Claire gets a new BMW.

We can all benefit from this.

My father wasn't lying about his vision.

If you slide out, you die.

That puts an end to your cash cow, hmm?

Unlikely.

I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this.

I did arrange your very public arrival.

And now that the following has a new momentum,

I'm that sure that I can convince

your duplicates to take your place.

The Maggs left us a very nice prison

complete with some of their rather grim torture devices.

What about me? I don't have a duplicate.

We'll concoct some cover story.

I'll talk to the TV writers.

They're hacks, they'll do anything for a buck.

- Father? - Daughter,

what is the meaning of this?

Father, you're not well. You shouldn't be here.

What I see here makes me feel a great deal worse.

What have you done to our work?

I'm following your example, of course.

That is not true.

I have never deceived our followers.

I certainly never resulted to murder.

Take him home.

How did you know what that was?

I've been on the business end of one of these a few times.

Diana, can you get that sliding machine up and running?

Yeah, I'll give it my best shot.

What about them?

Find them a nice little room in cold storage.

Come on, get up.

Let's go.

You've destroyed everything we worked for.

Get me a chair, quick!

I think I saw a medicine case over here.

I'm so sorry, my friends.

Oh, God.

What do you give a man who's just had a heart attack?

Aspirin. Best we can do.

Claire left word at the center.

More security forces on their way. Hurry, please.

Well, our friends will be safe and comfortable for a while.

You okay?

Oh, don't worry.

It's not the first time this has happened,

it won't be the last.

Look after yourself. We haven't much time.

I'll take care of him.

Okay, I think I've got it.

It's damaged but operational.

The main problem is that the data bank has been wiped.

Meaning?

Well, meaning all I need to do,

is put in a new set of destination locations

and we should be in business.

Mallory.

What's wrong?

This device is too badly damaged.

Containment is deteriorating rapidly.

Look guys, there may be enough power

only for one of us to go through.

We'd better decide who it's going to be fast.

Rembrandt, give me the vial.

No, I'll do it.

What are you doing?

Just call me typhoid Remmy.

Now look, if I survive this,

the Seer, he'll know if the coast is clear.

Just fix that thing and you slide with me, all right?

If not,

then you have a good life.

You take care, Mallory.

I'm counting on you, all right?

For family, huh?

Remmy...

No!

The Seer said death would be immediate.

For the four of us, yes.

But by sending only one of us through,

we may have altered that time line.

Look, we may have just changed the future.

He may still be alive.

Mr. Lebeau, can you see our friend?

Can you see Rembrandt?

Mr. Lebeau?

I can't get a pulse.

He's gone.

Rembrandt.

What do we do now?