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The life of an American Indian on an all
-new Quantum Leap. This is Scott Bakula

inviting you to take the Quantum Leap
with me next.

And Thursday night, it's the case of Ann
Kelsey versus Rosalind Shays on an all

-new L .A. Law.

Thursday, only on NBC.

I must be an idiot putting up with all
the damn foolish school politics and

students who make me feel like I'm
interrupting their MTV time shoving

literature down their throats. I do all
this and I still have to scrounge to

provide a little something special for
my own son.

You know, if you're interested, we do
have a full -time position open for an

associate editor.

Me? An editor?

Well... Yeah, with your eye for quality
writing and your knowledge of

literature, who better than you?

And a starting salary isn't too bad,
either. $52 ,000. Well, thank you. I'm

flattered, but my job is here. I'm a
teacher. I'm an educator.

$52 ,000.

John, I'm so glad you decided to join
us. Funny how things work out, isn't it?

Yeah. Fifteen years ago, you were that
serious little girl in pigtails in the

fourth row, and now look at you. You are
my boss.

How about friend?

Okay, friends. Yeah, that'll look better
on the memos.

Welcome aboard.

our studio audience.

two old rabbits playing cards.

Rookies.

Now, look, pay attention. I'm only going
to do this once.

Right?

Why,

Mrs. Philbert, did you used to dance
professionally?

Oh, yes, but I gave it up when the snake
died.

Dip in the secretarial pool.

You grow up, Kirk.

I'm not in the mood for your dumb locker
room humor.

Ooh.

Pretty tense for a big corporate
executive.

No wonder the Japanese are getting ahead
of us.

A little problem at the office, John.

Well, uh, it's nothing important.

I'm just thinking of quitting.

What? What?

that Barbara did not hire me for my
editorial merit alone.

What are you saying?

She used to have this schoolgirl crush
on me, you see, and now I think she's

trying to carry it over into the office.

Are you implying that your new boss
wants you?

understand that I did not take this job
to become a sex object.

I am not a bimbo.

I'm sorry, John. It's just that I'm
having trouble picturing you as the

floozy.

Well, I am.

What kind of a support group is this?
You tell somebody your problems and they

laugh at you. I didn't laugh at you,
John. Thank you, Ralph, because I didn't

know what you were talking about.

For your information, this is what
happened. On the first day of the job,

gives me this very passionate kiss.

That suggested that she wanted a lot
more.

Fortunately for me, she had to go to
Toronto.

That makes sense.

One kiss from you, she has to leave the
country.

John, if this is bothering you so much,
why don't you just sit down and have a

talk with Barbara when she gets back?

Thank you, Louise. That's exactly what
I'm going to do.

Don't get me wrong. I love the job, and
the money is great.

I mean, hey, it's afforded me a chance
to send my kid to Belgium with his

team. But I'll be damned if I'm going to
have to be Barbara's office boy toy.

I will. I'm going to have a talk with
her, and if she doesn't understand that,

then I'll just have to quit.

Well, I can sympathize with you, John.

Sexual harassment can be just awful.

When I worked at Williams, Carlton,
Daniels, and Burke, hardly a day went by

that I didn't have to fight off
advances.

Global police stories are always very
popular. Your submission does not meet

needs at this time.

But thank you very much for submitting
your novel, Good Cop, Bad Cop, The Story

of the Two -Headed Detective.

Uh, yes, come in, come in.

Uh, with best wishes, signed John Lacey,
associate editor.

Oh, excuse, please, I'm having mail for
you. Well, how you doing?

Molotov, right?

You know my name. And we only meet one
time. You have very good remembering.

No, no. Memory.

Oh, memory.

So many new words, new names.

Sometimes I feel so stupid, Mr... Lacey.

Oh, Lacey.

Don't be embarrassed. I used to have
trouble remembering names myself.

Until I learned this little memory
trick.

Now, look. You want to remember my name,
right? Okay. Just picture me doing

this.

Tying my shoelaces.

Laces.

Lacey.

I get it. If I want to remember
something, I put picture with it.

Let's try another one, okay? Let's try
to remember the name of the Japanese

gentleman who works next door.

Oh, very hard name to remember.

No, no, no, not really.

Do you know what a pawn shop is?

Oh, sure. That's where you hock a watch
when you're not having money.

Now, when you want to remember his name,
just picture him taking the engine from

his car to a pawn shop.

Pawn shop, car engine.

Pawn shop.

Car engine.

Got it. Mr. Hakamoto.

Hey, there you go. That's very good.
Very good.

Thank you very much, Mr.

Lacey. Lacey.

That's all right, honey. I don't need an
appointment.

Hey, there's my pal.

Whoa.

John.

Look at this setup.

Kirk, what are you doing here?

I brought you an office warming present.

Oh.

Well, uh, what is it?

It's a paperweight.

Oh, well, thank you. Yeah, yeah, yeah,
but not just any paperweight, John.

it out.

That is a piece of the Berlin Wall.

Uh, Kirk, this is plaster.

Of course it is.

It's a piece of Irving Berlin's wall.

I grabbed it just before the place went
condo.

John, I also wanted to talk to you about
publishing my autobiography.

Your autobiography? That is the story of
my life. I know what an autobiography

is, Kirk.

Good. Then I've come to the right place.

Every publisher in this town is begging
me for that, John.

But I've decided to give you the first
shot.

That is the unfold exploits of one
honest, humble champion of democracy.

Kirk Morris, a life.

Can't put it down, can you?

Yes, well, why don't you just leave it
with me, Kirk, because I've got a lot of

other things to do right now.

Oh. I'm sorry, John. I can come in. No,
Barbara, it's okay.

This is my friend Kirk. He was just
leaving.

Oh, yes. I don't want to be late for my
lunch with Ernest Hemingway.

But Ernest Hemingway is dead.

So's disco.

But I still do it.

And I'm really glad you're back,
Barbara. Did you miss me? Oh, yeah.

But we have to talk.

No, really, we have to talk. All right,
darling.

Darling? Listen, Barbara.

Before was I right about you.

On the plane, I read a few of your
critiques.

I found them to be incisive and piercing
with a good sense of the market.

And, by the way, the president of the
company agrees with me.

Well, he really does, huh? Mm -hmm. Sure
does.

Have you ever heard of Philip Whelan?

Philip Whelan.

The guy who wrote Moonlight in Malta.

It's been on the bestseller list for the
last 65 weeks. Yes, I think I've heard

of him.

Well, we've just signed him.

And guess who's going to be editing his
new book?

You're kidding.

Me?

Congratulations, John.

Oh, now what was it you wanted to tell
me?

Oh.

What I wanted to tell you was... God, I
love this...

Wow,

they already got a stage name.

At least they ought to be pulling a
stage.

publishing game going. Oh, the
publishing game. Well, it's just great.

Guess who I spent the last hour with on
the telephone?

The cable TV people?

No, Ralph.

I'll give you a hint.

He wrote Moonlight in Malta.

Philip Whelan! Exactly.

I've seen his books at the airport.

Right.

Well, you are now looking at the editor
of Philip Whelan's newest novel.

Barbara, hmm?

Problem? What problem?

When it's resolved.

How did Barbara react when you told her
you refused to be the office bimbo?

Well, actually, I didn't tell her.

All right, John, I am proud of you. Can
we take this to mean that you and your

boss are doing a little after -hours
corporate merging?

Besides, Barbara and I are both single,
and if we should decide to start seeing

each other socially, what's wrong with
that?

He's bongier.

Now, look, what I do with my personal
life is my own business, and you

expect me to have to discuss this with
all of you. That's true, John, but don't

do anything to get away at that book I
wrote for you.

Kirk, this book you're working on, are
there crayons involved?

It happens to be my autobiography. Oh.

So there are crayons involved.

About your book, Kirk, I sent some of
the pages you gave me to one of our

editors. He said it was a gripping,
riveting, larger -than -life story that

a surefire bestseller.

Well, I tell you, John, does that book
describe an exciting life or what? Oh,

said it was an exciting life, all right.
Unfortunately, Lech Walesa already

lived it.

What? Who?

Well, Ensor. It was almost word for word
from his own life story.

Kirk, don't you understand?

Plagiarism is against the law.

Plagiarism, huh?

Yeah, okay.

I hear you, John.

Looks like I'm going to have to find
myself a good lawyer.

In case I'm going to sue that foolish
rabble -rouser for every callback he's

got.

how I see Shakespeare's basic game plan.

Macbeth is over here with his men
flanked out to his left.

While Macduff is here with his men lined
up in the burning

woods.

What is it now, Meyer?

Hey, Coach Derman, don't you mean
Burnham Woods?

Burnham Woods?

Burning Woods?

in a slot right.

Calls a few audibles, but Macduff goes
for a bliss.

Throws Macbeth for a big loss.

Then Shakespeare kills everybody else
off. And finally, he brings the three

witches back for a big post -game wrap
-up.

All right?

What is it, Debbie?

You see what you've started, Meyer?

Can we discuss the symbolism of Lady
Macbeth's references to Duncan as her

father? You're still trying to get back
at me for not making you a cheerleader,

huh?

Huh?

Saved by the bell.

Hi,

everybody.

Hey, John.

What brings you back?

Oh, I just came back to pick up the last
of my things, Brad.

Heard you were covering for my classes.

Yeah, it's me until they find a
replacement.

Hey, look, I can't stand around and
talk. I gotta give the kids from the

varsity their go -for -the -throat pep
talk.

Go -for -the -throat? Yeah.

It's a lot of extra work, but I'm trying
to instill the killer instinct in them

when they're still young.

And, oh, hey, that's what teaching's all
about, isn't it?

Hey, don't be a stranger, John.

Right, Brad.

See ya.

Mr. Lacey. Oh, hi.

Hey,

how are you doing in English?

Oh, well, I'm getting a B.

Hey, that's great. Congratulations.

Yeah, Coach Derman likes me because I
don't ask any questions in class.

Well, I guess every teacher has his own
methods.

Yeah. Mr.

Lacey, I've got my college boards coming
up, and I sure wish I had a real

teacher like you to tutor me.

Oh, I would love to, Stretch, but I'm
sorry I can't. I don't have enough time.

See, I got this new job. Oh, yeah.

Sure.

It's okay.

Stretch, it's just that I'm not a
teacher anymore.

I understand, Mr. Lacey.

I am so happy. I am blowing up with
pride.

And I am owing it all to you.

Well, well, that's wonderful, Malat. You
are looking at brand new American

citizens. Congratulations, but why are
you thanking me?

Oh, I tried to become citizen before,
but I never passed interview.

So many things to know about your
country. Oh, like the branches of

So this time, I use your memory trick. I
picture a big tree with three branches.

On the first branch, I see bench.

Yeah. Who sits on bench?

Judge. Right. The judicial branch.
Right. Very good. And on the second

see big treehouse with all the
congressmen and the senators. The

branch. We think alike, eh?

Now, on the last branch is bush.

Ah? And on bush is bird. What kind of
bird?

and I'm very happy for you. Thank you,
Mr. Lacey. You're welcome. So am I.

That was a very smart thing you teach
me, Mr. Lacey.

You should be a teacher.

You should be a teacher.

Funny kid, huh?

John, guess what?

I have got some great news.

I just got a phone call from Philip
Whelan.

He saw your notes on his manuscript, and
he loved them.

He said from now on, he would like you
to help him with all of his books.

Really?

Uh -huh.

He wants you almost as much as I do.

Hey, what's the matter?

You should be the happiest guy in the
world right now. You should be dancing

the desk. Yeah, I know, I know. I guess
I should, but...

This guy keeps looking over my shoulder
and telling me I'm in the wrong room.

What are you trying to tell me?

You don't want to go back to teaching,
do you?

I guess I do.

Like it or not, it's where I belong.

You see, Barbara, I'm a teacher.

And although I'd be going back to longer
hours and a lot less money, it's, uh...

It's what I gotta do.

This may be hard to understand, but
there's nothing like that moment when

look into a student's eyes and you see
that he's got it.

See, I, uh... I miss that. I... I need
that.

Well, if you really want to know, I do
understand.

I remember seeing your passion for
teaching when I was one of your

I guess it's what attracted me to you in
the first place.

Well, I guess I'm not working for you
anymore.

No, I guess you're not.

Well, now that we've settled that, how
about dinner at my place?

You're not just kissing up to your ex
-boss, are you? You bet I am.

Boy, America is dread country.

They sure treat workers good here.

Mr. Lacey.

That's right, it's me.

I suppose you're all wondering why I'm
back teaching again and not in the

publishing business anymore.

Well, suffice it to say, I miss working
with you kids.

Five bucks if you got canned.

Oh, speaking of work, Bobby, we're going
to start this morning with Charles

Dickens. Now, tonight you're all going
to be expected to read the first two

chapters of Oliver Twist.

Oh, and get this. You're going to have a
quiz tomorrow.

Oh, wow.

Thanks a lot. Thanks a lot. We want the
coach.

We want the coach.

We want the coach.

We want the coach. Yes, sir. I will give
this up for the world. We want the

coach.

Next, it's an all -new Quantum Leap.

And Friday night's getting nasty on NBC
with a series premiere of Nasty Boys.

Then James Buster Douglas took the iron
out of Mike Tyson.

But is he tough enough to step into the
ring with Hulk Hogan and Macho King

Randy Savage on the main event? On Nasty
Night, that kicks off with Baywatch

Friday.

It's a lazy Sunday afternoon, right? The
Knicks game is on TV.

You and me curled up together. A couple
of brewskis.

Come on, what do you say?

Gee, Kirk, I'd love to, but Sunday
afternoon I have to go down to the Long

Island Railroad and put my hands on the
tracks.

After that?

I picked up our ticket.

Oh, great.

It was an awfully long line, but this
really nice man with pointy shoes let me

stand in front of him.

Hey, where's my ticket, and where are we
going?

Kirk, we're taking Louise to a literary
luncheon for her birthday. Trust me, it

wouldn't be interesting.

I wouldn't be interested in a literary
event?

I will have you know that just this
morning, I received a million -dollar

from the publisher's clearinghouse.

This is not for you, Kirk.

Laurie Burmeister, the eminent author,
will be discussing what we women can

forward to in the next decade.

Then the one she mentions is my name.

I read in Cosmo that in the 90s, women
will expand their sexuality by learning

to sustain their eroticism.

Great sex in the 90s, huh?

Well, I'm certainly looking forward to
that.

Mrs. Filbert?

I'm 78.

Only 12 more years to go.