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-Oil! We're rich.

We're all rich.

-Yeah!

We're rich.

Oil.

-We're rich. -Mmm.

Oh, I might as well.

-Whoa, real cool, man.

-Quinn Mallory, can I touch you?

Will some of that rub off on me?

-What?

-Haven't you heard, man?

You hit the mother lode.

Your house on James Street, they just

found a gusher in your backyard. You're a millionaire, Quinn.

Jeez, man, don't celebrate so hard.

You might hurt yourself.

-Di-- did I just hear right?

There's oil everywhere and everybody's rich?

-Yes. -Yes!

How much time we got?

-About a minute.

-Oh, that sucks.

That just sucks.

-Easy come, easy go.

-Hey, guys, this looks like a good place.

-If I could fix the timer, we could get home.

-I don't know why we have to leave the party so quick.

-OK, here?

-I can't believe how much is here.

-Come on.

-Come on.

-Ah!

-Ah!

Watch out professor.

-Ah!

Oh.

-Look out.

-Ah.

Thank you.

-How could you?

I was trying to help you.

-Well done.

-What was that all about? -Beats me.

I guess he just doesn't like to be kissed.

-Well, gentlemen, we're in a world where they do not

like to kiss pretty ladies for a little over two days.

-Oh, great.

We get 20 minutes in Wealthy Land,

we're stuck two days here in Psychoville.

-Yeah, watch your step.

OK.

-What's with this place?

-I don't know.

But I think we should get off the street.

-You got my vote. -Hey, Beige.

There's a familiar place in this world.

On me?

-Cool.

I'm starving.

-So am I. I think it's a natural consequence of sliding.

I think first the terror, and then

afterwards the relief brings hunger.

-Agreed.

-So I want beef Wellington today.

-I want a milkshake.

-Mmm.

-Beef Wellington, asparagus, a nice

vichyssoise, perhaps, to start with.

-There he goes again.

-Maybe we should move.

Ugh.

Honey, let's sit over--

-What are you looking at?

Uncanny.

I mean, they got responsibility here.

-Man, this place is cold.

A few days here is gonna be as tough to spend

a weekend gig in Salt Lake City.

That was Easter 1989.

All them people clapping on the off-beat.

-My good woman, we haven't seen the menu yet.

-There is no menu.

You got a problem with that, take it up with the CHC.

-Looks like airline food.

-Yeah, only not as good.

Somebody do--

-That's the fourth cough.

When are you people gonna do something?

-We hit 911 any minute now, OK?

Don't I know you?

You been in here before? -Never.

-Lord, Lord.

You could take a man's body and beat it, you could take a soul

and try it, but to do this to a hamburger,

it's just downright unkind.

I'm starving, man.

-Well, you're certainly ahead of the game.

-Excuse me a minute.

Where are your facilities?

"Wanted, Patient Zero, Quinn Mallory, $1,000,000 reward."

Oh, no.

What If you could find brand-new worlds

right here on Earth, where anything is possible,

the same planet, different dimensions?

I've found the gateway.

Sliders.

Sliders.

Sliders.

-I always wanted to do this.

-It is him.

California Health Commission?

-You know, you look kinda cute with long hair.

-What is patient zero?

-First-known carrier of a disease, the origin

of an epidemic.

No wonder the waitress was staring at me.

-You always think women are staring at you.

-Well, we better get outta here before she thinks that's me.

-Don't have to say that twice.

-I'll pay good money for this good.

What a world.

-Everyone stay where you are.

This facility is under stage one quarantine.

Which one?

Come on, arrest him.

Do something.

What are you waiting for?

-It's not the Q, dammit.

Look at my skin.

Look at my eyes.

-Get him.

-Go.

-Stop right there.

Get him.

Cut him off.

He's trying to get away.

Stop!

I got it.

You can't do this to me.

It's just a cough. I don't have a--

-Rembrandt, Rembrandt!

Come on.

-It's him.

It's him!

What?

-Quinn, this is really serious.

-Oh, man, I don't think I'm liking this world.

-Wonder what this Q does to you.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

-Hey, hey.

Are you all right?

-My head's really pounding.

I just feel dizzy.

-Ah, Mr. Brown, why don't you use

some of your new-gotten wealth and check

us into that motel over there.

-You're tired, that's all.

-Yeah. -We need to check out.

I'm gonna get you some aspirin.

-OK. -I'll come with you.

-Hey, get us some Alka-Seltzer just in case we out again.

-What is this place, some kind of medieval apothecary?

-Witch hazel, soapwort, wormwood?

It's supposed to be some kind of alternative pharmacy--

you know, like the one in Berkeley.

-Oh, yes.

Where any big-business medicine was described

as a fascist tool of immuno-oppression.

-Feel-Rite Pharmacy, hygienically approved.

-Oh.

Do you need directions or something?

-No, we need two rooms.

-Oh. Oh!

Oh! Wonderful.

-You got any vacancies? -A few.

We can-- we can just squeeze you in.

Gomez, what is it?

What's going on?

-Mommy, we have customers.

So take care of it.

-We are a very clean establishment.

Nothing lives here-- no bugs, no germs--

and everything is hygiene-wrapped.

You know, of course, we can't allow

any sick people in this motel.

-Hangover.

Some of the fairer sex just can't hold their liquor.

You know how it is, being a man of the world and all.

-Well, there's hot water in every room and complementary

Ovaltine served daily until 10:00 AM.

-All right.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's tough to stand with them beers.

-Yes?

Yes.

Yes, yes.

-Oh, man.

It's you.

It is you.

Oh, you're a hero to a lot of folks, man.

You're like Charlie Manson and the Night Stalker combined.

Oh, you took a whole society down, Quinn.

And all you had to do was breathe, man.

-You're nuts.

-Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Yes?

-Ah, yes.

Do you have any aspirin?

As in for headaches.

-Who-- who's got a headache?

You?

-No, sir, I do not have a headache.

A friend of mine has a headache.

-You wait here.

I'll see what I have in the back.

-Blistering idiot.

-I've been recognized.

-Let's get out of here.

-They're coming for you, man.

I just placed a call.

They'll be here any minute.

Back door.

-Ah, but don't let them take you alive, man.

No, when they blow you away, you will become a martyr, man.

-Come on, then!

-Get 'em, lads!

They must die!

- back there.

-Put your hands on your head.

Get off me.

-Fire.

-Oh.

That's it.

You got him.

-Come on, let's go.

Sliders.

-Shot?

You saw him get hit?

-They ambushed him.

There was nothing I could do.

-Well, did they kill him?

-No, I think they used a tranquilizer dart.

They're probably taking him to a protection area.

-What?

-Uh, a quarantine area for people with the Q.

-Q?

-Look, the Quinn of this world was a failing medical student

who deliberately infected the general population

with the plague.

-So?

-Well, he's public enemy number one.

If they've got him somewhere, they're

gonna announce it on the news.

-Well, then we've gotta get him out.

We only got 28 hours before we slide.

-You may have to go on by yourself.

-What?

-Well, we can't possibly take this plague to another world.

-What do you mean we?

She's the one whose-- oh, no.

-I'm not feeling too well myself.

You too?

-Well, let's see what we can do for her, while we still can.

-She must have been infected by the man

she kissed on the street.

She's burning up. -I'll get some ice.

-It's all right, it's all right.

-It's all right.

It's all right.

-You're gonna be all right, girl.

Just hold on.

-Her fever must be producing hallucinations.

Wade, . Wade?

Wade, Wade?

Wade, Wade?

-It's all right.

Yeah, think some cool thoughts, huh?

There we go.

Wade, Wade. -Wade.

-Wade, listen to me.

Wade, we're trying to help you.

-It's all right.

I've never seen anything quite like this.

-Gah, stop it!

What are you doing?

Please do not resist.

-Stop!

Just relax.

I know you think I'm the guy on the wanted posters.

I know I look like him, but I'm not the one you're looking for.

You can cut your hair

and shave your beard, but you can't change your fingerprints.

-Ugh.

I-- I know this is a little hard to swallow,

but I'm not from your world.

I come from another Earth.

MALE SPEAKER

decontamination complete.

Q infection not present.

-What? -That's impossible.

Run it again.

Please, listen to me.

Q infection not present.

-Dammit, you're doing something wrong.

Q infection not present.

-Must be something wrong with the equipment.

-I don't think so.

Let me examine him.

-He escaped on your watch, Dr. Stanley.

You know you're prohibited.

-He's my patient, Dr. Morton.

I want to see him.

-If you see him, I have to be present.

it is your civic responsibility to report

all infected individuals to the California Health Commission.

This message brought to you by the California

Health Commission.

And now back to "Amazing Bargains."

-Charlie with the big question.

Come on over here. How much?

-Listen, Mike, we all like to entertain, but in this day

and age, how can you trust the folk that enter your home?

-Got a point there. -They might well be carriers.

-I know.

-Can you afford to take that chance?

-Absolutely not, Charlie.

-That's why on "Amazing Bargains," Mike,

we're offering the entire self-protection, biological

purification kit at a low, low price.

-Great. How much now?

How much now? This looks great.

-Mike, you're gonna get five pairs

of sterile surgical gloves. -Five?

Good.

-Then you're gonna get 36 bars of Medidine soap.

It kills germs on contact.

-That's important.

36? That's great.

-And, Mike, this beautiful autoclave.

It's got the stainless steel pull-our drawer.

-Wow.

What is that for?

-Mike, it sterilizes every utensil in your home.

Great, Charlie.

Now, how much now for all this on "Amazing Bargains?"

Mike, if you bought all this retail--

-I can't take any more of this.

--you'd spend at least $100.

-Right.

-But on "Amazing Bargains," Mike, everything is just 49.95.

-49.95, what do you think?

-More, more.

-I tell you what I'm gonna do, Mike.

It's the self-activating front door home protection unit.

-Oh, what does that do?

-Mike, this actually sprays and sterilizes

every guest that enters your home.

-Automatically? -Complete protection, Mike.

-She's getting worse, man.

I mean, she's the color of a wax candle I got back at home.

You don't look so hot yourself.

-It's the Q. White nodules on the back of the throat.

Looks like strep.

-Oh.

You got it, she's got it.

We all gonna die here.

I mean--

-Now, pull yourself together, man.

Pull yourself together here.

Now, let's go see what we can do for her.

Wade? Wade!

-Uh-oh.

-No!

-No!

No!

No!

No, no, no.

-This will calm her down.

-What are we gonna do?

Wade.

Wade.

-No!

-Come on now.

-No.

-Wade, come on now.

-Wade. -Who are you?

-We're old friends from back home.

Now, come now, Miss Welles.

There's a nice cozy bed waiting for you at the Motel 12.

-I'm not going anywhere with you.

I don't even know you. -Wade.

-Wade. -.

My friends have arrived.

Sliders.

-I was told you asked for entry. Why are you here?

Who sent you?

-No one.

We were chasing after our friend.

Your people took her.

-She has the Q. She belongs here.

-Is this a protection zone?

-Hardly.

You don't know where you are?

-No.

But we do know who you are.

-Of course you do.

Everyone does.

They make sure of that. -Quinn?

Quinn?

I knew you'd come back for me.

-She's about to go red eye. -Red eye?

What does that mean?

-Final stage, terminal.

-Terminal?

How long does she have?

-Each case is different.

She seems to be on the fast track.

-I think I'm dying, Quinn.

There are things I should have told you a long time ago.

-Take her to 17.

She acts like she knows me.

She doesn't seem to be hallucinating,

but I know we never met.

-If you have an open mind, I will tell you how.

-You wanna know what I've been doing that could have cured me?

Fine, I'll tell you.

I've been sliding through an inter-dimensional wormhole,

seeing how many different ways people like

you could screw up civilization.

-And remember, it's hallucination.

-I'm not your Quinn Mallory.

Wait a minute.

I tore up my knee playing football.

Did your Quinn do that?

-You know he did.

-Great.

Bad knees follow me everywhere.

-Just hold on, honey.

This man's a doctor.

He's here to help us.

-Good heavens.

Mr. Mallory, I have seen slaughterhouses

that look more hygienic.

That man over there, what qualification

does he have as a medical practitioner?

What can he do for her?

-He can only help alleviate her suffering.

He's taking a huge chance just being here.

He could be jailed if the Board of Health found out.

On this world, his kind of dedication is very rare.

-On this world.

Well, frankly, your acceptance of our situation surprises us.

We're accustomed to a little more skepticism.

-I don't have time to be skeptical.

If you're lying, you'll wear that around your neck

when judgment comes.

So until I learn otherwise, I'll accept who you say you are.

-How long have you been doing this?

-Since my escape.

At least here, people are allowed

to live out their final days with dignity.

The protection camps are worse, and a living death.

-You've been there?

-Briefly.

I was a medical student.

I volunteered to be a lab subject to help out

this doctor, Darren Morton, one of our foremost researchers.

He gave me the Q, swore I was all right,

and released me into the population.

-Wait a minute.

The government infected you?

-I became patient zero, dodging from one

quarantine zone to another.

Now the ones who are really accountable

are the ones who make the policy--

the quarantines, protection zones.

The rich live in sanitary conditions

while the poor get sick and die.

-I don't believe this.

We're not in America.

-Maybe not in your America, but here it's the cold, hard truth.

You don't believe me? Well, ask them!

-This plague, why is it resistant to antibiotics?

-Antibiotics? -Penicillin.

-What's that?

-Did you develop some kind of drug?

-I'm not your Quinn.

-We'll find traces of it in your system.

-I'm not your Quinn.

-We're running a blood test now.

Help us.

Tell us what to look for.

Or we'll do an autopsy and find out for ourselves.

-If you kill me and cut me open, I

can tell you what you'll find.

-What?

-I'm not your Quinn.

-Oh, man.

Look, I know you're hungry, but where's your dignity?

-We have no time for dignity.

-Look, I know the food on this world is bad, but come on.

Get this man something to eat.

-Shh.

I don't want to raise false hopes.

-False hopes about what? -There.

You see? Mold.

Now, with luck, I may be able to create

an elementary antibiotic, perhaps

even a-- a simple streptomycin.

-Huh?

-Penicillin.

-How you gonna make penicillin?

We got no , we got no needles, and we got no time.

-Look, will you just concentrate on finding

a way of getting Quinn out of jail?

-Professor, look, let's just trust that they'll

have real penicillin on the next world.

-And if there isn't?

We take a plague there.

We become patient zero.

-I hope you know what you're doing.

-So do I. -Wade.

-So do I. -Wade.

-So do I. -Wade.

It's all right, sweetheart.

You rest now.

-They found your friend.

He's being held at the CHC on Polk Street.

Here.

-Thanks anyway.

I'm a straight arrow.

-No, you don't understand.

I have a very good friend at the CHC.

Her name is Dr. Eileen Stanley.

You take this to her.

She'll know it could only come from me.

-Why do I have to go?

-Because you're the only one here who's still healthy.

Believe me, we can trust her.

She risked her life for me once.

-I couldn't say anything before with Dr. Morton standing there.

-What are you doing?

-Be quiet.

This room's monitored. Put this on.

-I really appreciate this.

I know you're taking a big chance.

-Let's just find a cure together.

That's all that matters.

Come on, let's go.

Code red.

-They know it's on. Come on.

code red.

All systems respond.

-Hurry. -Let's go.

All systems respond.

This way.

-Stop, or I'll shoot.

-We're almost there.

-I'm right behind you.

-I repeat, stop or we'll shoot.

-Just down the stairs.

-He's got a car.

-What's all the commotion?

-That's it over there.

-You really do love driving cabs, don't you?

-Oh, yes.

It's my destiny.

-You don't know the half.

There's 100.

There's two more where that came from if you're

here when I come back.

-Wait.

I'll wait.

-What was that?

-This way.

-Gotta get out of the light.

-Come on, move it.

-Ah.

-No!

Secure.

Go, go!

Fire, go.

-Do not attempt to move the woman.

-Come on.

-Quinn?

-Just stay with me.

-Quinn.

Quinn, come on.

-. -Go on.

You can't let them catch you.

-I'm not leaving you here.

-I should have just come with you the first time.

I just-- I feel like I could find a cure.

-Come on, Quinn! Come on!

-Please, Quinn, forgive me.

-I do.

Of course I do.

-Quinn.

-You're not gonna die.

-Yes, I am.

Don't die with me.

-Come on, man.

I have no time.

Let's go.

Quinn, leave her.

Come on, man.

Move it.

-Come on.

Sliders.

-We must first create a growth culture.

The antibacterial substance is released into the fluid

that the mold grows in.

-Antibacterial agents through molds, we never tried that.

Molds are considered dirty, sources

of potential infection, not cures.

-Yes.

Well, they can be quite miraculous.

And it will take a miracle for them to do it for me.

How is Wade?

-She doesn't have much time.

I've never seen a Q progress so rapidly.

-That is because we are from different Earths,

different immunities.

-I feel something, Quinn.

-I'm responsible, bringing you here,

causing you so much suffering.

-Don't blame yourself.

-Who else?

Because of me, the woman I love more than life

itself is going to die.

-You do?

-Of c I do, angel.

I always have.

-I don't wanna die, Quinn.

-It's me.

But I'm healthy.

-Quinn. -I'm here.

-It's so strange.

-Just hang on.

You're gonna make it.

-Did you find Dr. Stanley?

-She didn't make it, man.

-Optimally, you want to introduce the antibiotic

directly into the bloodstream, either through a syringe or IV.

Unfortunately, those resources are beyond us.

-Now what are you doing?

-Well, when I was a boy, my-- my mother

used to give me penicillin in a cherry syrup, essentially

water, sugar, and flavoring.

You really think that's gonna work?

-Frankly, Mr. Brown, I have no idea.

Right.

-Why you?

There are hundreds of people here every bit as sick.

Sicker.

-Mr. Mallory, I'm--- I am touched

by your belief in my abilities.

However, I should point out that there

are three possible outcomes to my drinking this.

One, it may do nothing.

Two, it may cure.

Three, it may kill.

Bottoms up.

If you don't mind, I-- I think I want to lie down.

-He's burning up.

Get him to a bed.

-Where's the cab driver?

-Over here, sir.

-Show us, now.

Or I'll see to it you get the Q. Let's go.

-You, uh-- you all right?

You said, uh, you and the doctor lady, you were friends?

-We were in med school together.

We were lovers then.

We would have been lovers again if not for the Q.

-You too?

-Yeah, me too.

It was just a matter of time.

-And your friend's?

-There's no change.

And if we don't slide out of here in 12 minutes,

we never will.

The doctor, he's made up a bottle

of Professor's mold juice.

It's ready to go, just in case.

-Try not to keep you too long.

-The fever's broken.

-Oh boy, bring me that bottle.

-Oh.

-You're OK.

-It rather confirms one's opinion

that biology is what you do if you

haven't got the maths for real science.

-Let's move it.

-Until you learn how to calibrate your own dosages,

I'd suggest a-- a large quantity initially,

followed by smaller doses every six hours for three days.

Go to seven days if you absolutely

have to, but no longer than that.

-Stay here.

Nobody move.

Right there, stay right there.

Come on.

-Tear this place apart.

I want him alive.

-Ugh.

-This way.

-All of you, against the wall.

-Get her up.

Go!

-Move, move, move.

-This way, this way.

Right up those stairs, come on.

-How much longer?

-Under a minute.

Work, damn you.

Work.

-It's Quinn.

Get him.

-Wrong Quinn, Dr. Morton.

-So he was telling the truth.

There is no cure.

-There is now.

It's called penicillin.

And I'll be damned if I let you have it.

-Don't be stupid, Quinn.

You're a wanted man.

I could kill you right now and take it.

-Hold your fire.

-But you can't control it, can't keep it just for the rich.

We know how to make it.

We've told other red-eyes in other zones.

It's over for you, the surgeon general, and everything

you stand for.

-5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

-Get back.

-Come on, get ready.

You did what you could for this world.

Now fly, fly!

-Give 'em hell.

-Quinn?

Hi.

I had the strangest dream.

-It wasn't a dream.

-Am I-- am I gonna be OK?

-You're gonna be fine.

-You look so happy.

-I am happy.

Everyone's getting healthy again,

and we really made an impact now,

We brought the people in the last world a cure.

No matter what happens from here on in,

sliding made a difference.

Get some rest.

-How is she?

-A lot better.

She just went back to sleep.

-Did you tell her about the cannibals?

-No. Why stress her out?

She went through enough in the last world.

-Who do you suppose they're gonna eat first?

-I suppose the young and more tender.

-Age before beauty, that's a universal tenet.

-Don't look at me. I'm just a chicken McNugget.