All language subtitles for Quantum Leap S01E17 - The Friendly Skies (NetNaija.com)

- Quantum Leap was
an experimental

time travel program
years away from being tested.

Why did you leap?
- I don't remember anything.

- Your name is Dr. Ben Song.

You're a time traveler
leaping from life to life,

trying to put right
what once went wrong.

I'm Addison Augustine.
- Addison.

You're the woman I love.

- Richard Martínez is Leaper X,

another leaper from the future,

traveling through time,
just like Ben.

- You made a serious
miscalculation

coming here, Ben.
- You want to help Ben?

You will tell him
to trust no one.

- You say we have a mole,
and you know who it is?

- It's Ziggy.

- What?

- I'm here to help you.

- Not bad for a pacifist.

- Thanks for your help.

[screaming]
- No!

- You're a threat
to my greater mission.

Goodbye, Ben.
- [gasps]

[dramatic music]

♪

- I said medium-well.

That slice looks like it's
about to moo on my plate.

[indistinct chatter]

[tense music]

Any day now, sweetheart.

- Can I get
another lobster, please?

- Fresh ashtray, ma'am?

- Freshen up my Rob Roy, dear.

[thunder crashing]

[people shrieking]

[ice rattling]

- What do you mean,
shut Ziggy down?

- Martínez works
for Quantum Leap in the future.

He has access to the same Ziggy
we're using now.

- So every move we make,
every word we utter,

is being used against us.

I mean, that--
that's how Martínez was able

to stay one step ahead of us.

- If we have any hope
of stopping Martínez,

we have to pull the plug now.

- Okay, first of all,
Ziggy doesn't have a plug.

It is--it's thousands
of interconnected servers,

cloud-based AI--

- Ian, don't take it personal.

- That's not what this is.

- I mean, it definitely is.

- No, no, no, no.

This could debilitate us, okay?

Ziggy runs all of our
probability analytics.

It sorts through trillions
of data points

in order to help find clues
to locate Ben on his leaps.

And right now, we have no idea
where or when he is.

- You've found him before
without Ziggy.

- True, but that wasn't easy.

- And when we find him, you can
still use analog tools--

Internet searches,
databases, message boards.

- Ben is nearing
his final leap.

We need every single tool
that we have in our arsenal.

- Jenn, you're
the head of security.

What do you think?

- The cautious move would be

to cut Ziggy off,
at least for now.

- Ugh.
Sorry, everybody,

I just have to get
this knife out of my back.

- Jenn is right.

We can't take the risk.

Pull the plug--plugs,

whatever it takes
to shut it down.

♪

[computers powering down]

♪

- [over intercom]
Sorry about that, folks.

Hopefully this turbulence
will be over real soon.

- Okay.

Let's try this again.

- I-I'm sorry.

You had it right
the first time.

Now this is too much grenadine.

- I'll make it again.

[playful music]

- Did you know ginger ale
tastes better on airplanes?

They've done studies.

It's--it's the drier air.
- Is that right?

- And it helps
with airsickness.

Not--not that I get airsick.

But when I'm taking
my flying lessons--

did I mention
I take flying lessons?

- A couple times, yes.

- Can I--can I have
extra maraschino cherries?

Holly always gives me three.

She makes the stems
into flowers.

- Cory, go easy.

It's her first
transatlantic run.

[whispering]
I'll take it from here.

- [whispering] Thank you.

♪

Addison?

Addison?

Addison?

You there?

- Are you okay?

You look a little
shell-shocked.

[thunder rumbling]

- Oh, I'm fine.

The turbulence is just
throwing me.

- Well, these international
flights can get very bumpy,

but you'll get used to it.

- Not sure I can get used
to how grabby the men are.

Pretty sure 2C just left

a handprint
on the back of my skirt.

- It's like they told us
in the Charm Farm--

[sardonically]
Service with a smile.

- Excuse me.

- You need some help
with your insulin, Zelda?

- Thank you, dear heart.

- The altitude flares up
her arthritis.

You do a few of these
international flights,

you'll never go back
to domestic.

Planes are nicer,
the money is great,

and you get to see the world.

Isn't that worth
a few skirt chasers?

- I'm not sure.

- Give it time.
Hey, can you,

uh, see if anyone upstairs
needs service?

- Right, upstairs.

Okay.

[grunts]

[thunder rumbling]

[glasses clattering,
indistinct chatter]

[jazz music playing]

- Charcuterie boards,

caviar spread?

Okay, I thought I was lucky

to get extra corn chips
on my last flight.

- [whispering]
Addison, thank God.

For a second there, I thought
I'd never see you again.

- Hey, Ben.

No. [screams]

You know, I was never worried.

[soft dramatic music]

I have learned
that you don't win much

betting against Ben Song.

- [whispering] We go through
everything together, Addison.

And when things go wrong,

I know I'm not the only one
who gets hurt.

♪

I should have known
Martínez was gonna betray me.

What if I'm getting
too trusting?

- Too trusting?

Wow, I never thought
I'd hear you say those words.

- Okay.
Well, let's focus on this leap.

What's Ziggy giving us?

- Uh, Magic took Ziggy offline.

It's a security thing.
So we're running analog.

- Ziggy's gone,
but the handlink works?

- Yeah, apparently they work
on separate systems.

It's a whole thing.
Ian explained it.

I zoned out.

Do you want the download
or not?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, okay.

Uh, okay, it looks like
you are Lois Mitchell,

uh, from Chicago.

It is August 5th, 1971.

Uh, you are on a flight
from London to New York,

one of the first
in this brand-new line of 747s.

But no idea why you're here.

- Mm. So we're flying blind.

Apologies for the wordplay.

- You're not sorry at all.
- Nope.

- Mm-hmm. Okay.

Well, I will see
if Ian can pull a manifest.

Do you know the flight number?

- Uh, yeah.

Ooh, pockets.

- Cute dress.

- Thank you.

Um, Transglobal Airlines,
flight number 349.

[handlink beeping]

Mm-hmm. I don't like that face.

That's a bad face.

- Well, the good news is
we do not need Ziggy

to find out why you're here.

TGA flight 349 goes down
in the Atlantic tonight.

Every one of these 366

passengers and crew
are going to die.

[thunder crashing]

[intense music]

♪

- [sighs]
Look, for the record,

racing against the clock
to try to figure out

how to save this flight
is infinitely harder

without Ziggy running
probabilities.

- Your complaint is duly noted.

- Now, TGA 349 is one
of the most confounding

airline crashes in history,

and there were
so many unknowns.

- Let's start with the knowns.

Any ideas why it went down?

- The leading theory
is weather.

There was a vicious
electrical storm

above the North Atlantic
that night,

and a well-placed
lightning strike could have

disabled fuel valves
or power feeders,

electrical distribution
systems.

- All this without Ziggy?
Not bad.

- "Air Disasters" had
a two-parter last night.

- You watch a TV show
called "Air Disasters"?

- Yeah, I like
to fall asleep to it.

- The pilot had
40 years' experience.

It'd be unusual to lose
a plane that big to weather.

- Unless there was also
mechanical failure.

Now, this variation of the 747
was fresh off the line.

- Did they find a black box?
- No.

Rescue crews spent months
scouring for the wreckage,

but they only ever found
a part of the wing,

never the rest of the fuselage.

And then there--there wasn't
even a distress signal.

I mean, the--the final
correspondence with ATC

was an all clear at 10:08 p.m.

And then the flight was never
heard from again.

- Which means we have
less than an hour

to figure out
what crashes that plane,

or everyone on it will die.

- Including Ben.

[suspenseful music]

- [sighs]

♪

[thunder crashing]

["The Girl from Ipanema"
playing]

- Well, I'll ask the obvious--

shouldn't we just make
an emergency landing?

- Oh, yeah? How am I supposed
to make that case?

Captain, I know
my main function

on this flight
is walking sex symbol,

but let me explain
why you should divert

hundreds of passengers
to the middle of nowhere.

- Okay, well, we could
workshop the dialogue a bit.

Do you have a better idea?

- Excuse me,
I can take that in.

- No, it's all right.

This, uh, flight crew can
get a bit crass.

Not for the faint of heart.

- Well, I've gotta learn
sometime, right?

- [sighs] Okay.

[midtempo music]

♪

- Cream or sugar?

- Uh, cream, two sugars--

oh, and your hotel room number
in New York.

- Forgive the captain.

They don't have a manners class
at Annapolis.

- Relax, Kirk.
She thought it was funny.

- Oh, yeah.
- Didn't you, doll?

- Sure.

- I hope you choke
on your coffee.

- Just sugar for me.

[thunder crashes]

- [grunts]

The passengers might
be getting a bit nervous.

Maybe we should
divert the flight.

- I was flying a B-17
at the Battle of the Bulge

when you were curling
your dollies' hair.

I can handle
a little rain shower.

- This guy's a real charmer.

- [clears throat]

You know, that'll be it,
sweetheart.

And, uh...
- Jim--

- Send Holly next time.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Wow.

You have to keep pressing them.

- Yeah.

This aircraft is
relatively new, right?

Are we sure there aren't any
underlying mechanical issues?

- You think you know so much
about this plane, sunshine?

What's the optimal speed
for the 747 at flaps 25?

- 140 if the fuel's half
or under, 150 if over.

- 140 at half tank,
otherwise 150.

- The copilot looks like
he might agree with you,

but he's not gonna jump
Mr. Chain of Command over here.

- First Officer Kirk--

- Honey, you want
to fly this plane,

go to flight school.

Until then, stick
to cocktail waitressing.

- I'm starting to think
the early '70s wasn't

the best time for stewardesses.

- Yeah. I am appreciating
your feminist awakening.

[thunder crashes]

- Okay, we have 45 minutes
before the plane loses contact.

What now?

- Okay,
HQ has done some digging.

Apparently, that captain

is under investigation
from the airline.

- What for?
- Don't know.

About to find out.
- Wait, wait, wait.

What do I do?
- Oh, uh, I think it's time

for that service with a smile.

♪

- Whoa.

You okay?

- [whispering]
Cory Zampol is driving me nuts.

3B?
- Oh, right.

The kid who thinks
the world revolves around him.

- Well, from his point of view,
it does.

His dad owns the airline.

- Oh, that makes
a lot of sense.

- Yeah.
[bell chimes]

Oh. Your turn.

- Service with a smile.
- Yeah.

- So that's butterscotch,

white and dark chocolate,
and ginger crumble.

And the butter pecan ice cream
with the real pecans.

- I'll see
what I can scrounge up.

- It--it's back there.

This line of the 747 has
the extra-large freezer.

You're new.
I'll come with you.

I know where to find it.
- That's okay.

- I don't mind.
- It's okay.

- It's okay, I don't--
- Cory, sit down.

- [whispering] Hey,
if you poisoned his sundae,

any jury would acquit you.

- [chuckles]

- Excuse me.
- Mm?

- I forgot my lighter.
Do you have any matches?

- Uh, yeah.

Uh, I saw it here somewhere.

Ah.

Um...I'm really sorry
about your seatmate.

He's a real--
- Bug?

Nuisance?
Endless pain in my rear?

- Well, I was gonna
say character.

I can switch your seat
if you want.

- Oh, I'm okay.
At least I'm not

sitting next to 2C.

- Oh, you mean Mr. Handsy?

- [laughs]

- Well, you should really
consider quitting.

- [sighs] I know, I know.

I saw the big
Surgeon General's report.

I try, but every time

I'm around my boss,
I start again.

- Must be some boss.

- Yeah, he's a real character.

- Wait, you work
for Cory Zampol?

- Well, his dad, technically.

I do private security
for the Zampols,

which mostly means
escorting Cory

on his extravagant
European vacations.

- Hmm.
- Yes.

Ben, she is ex-NYPD.

She could help us.

- Let me guess, once you really

get to know him,
he's actually a good kid?

- Mm, once you really
get to know him,

he's an even bigger pain.

[chuckles]
But the gig pays well,

and I wasn't exactly climbing
the ladder at my last job, so.

- Ask her if she's seen
anything suspicious.

[tense music]

- It was nice to meet you...

- Leslie.
- Lois.

Uh, please let me know
if you need anything else.

♪

- Okay.

Why didn't you ask
for her help?

- And tell her what,
that I'm a time traveler

from the future
who needs to know who

or what crashes this plane
in 30 minutes?

- Well, again, the wording
could use some help, but--

Hey, is this still
about Martínez?

- Ah!

Just keep digging
for more information.

[thunder crashes]

I'll be okay.

♪

[sirens wailing]

- All right, I want one team
searching foreign nationals

and another combing
through US citizens.

Look for any ties
to radical political groups

and causes, organizations--

- Hey, any progress?

- I got something.

- I guess so.

- The captain, Jim Gentilly,

turns out he'd been
acting erratic

in the months leading up
to this flight,

and he missed a lot of work.

Digging a little deeper,
I found a bunch of mysterious

financial transfers
to a shell corporation.

- Gambling debt?
- I went down that road, too.

But then I dug
into the shell company.

It's an off-books
medical clinic.

He was getting
electroshock therapy.

- [winces]
- He was suffering.

Bipolar disorder, depression.

- But why the payments?

Pilot unions had
good insurance.

- He wanted it off-book.

At that time, the stigma
of a mental health disorder

would end your career.

- As unfair as that may be,

it jibes with a Reddit theory
that I found

from user
Oswald-Was-An-Alien-117.

- Credible source.
- Oh, you would be surprised

at their accuracy
in other threads.

Anyway, they--they think
that TGA 349 crashed

from pilot suicide.

[tense music]

♪

- Hey! Hey!

Hey, he--he started having
chest pains and he collapsed.

I think he's having
a heart attack.

- That's not a heart attack.

That's poison.

- Ben, the flight engineer.

♪

- He's gone.

- So is the captain.

- It wasn't pilot suicide.
It was double murder.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- What the hell just happened?

- The coffee.

- Did you drink this?

- No, I was waiting
for it to cool off.

Wait.

Wait, you-you're not--
- It was poisoned?

Yeah, it's
the likeliest explanation.

- And Holly was awfully
reluctant

to hand that coffee tray over.

- Oh, no, no, no.
I know what you're thinking.

It wasn't me.

But--but I think I know
who might have done it.

Are we okay
with just one pilot?

- Yeah, I've flown
a million miles.

You're in good hands.
But we need to make

an emergency landing.

We're in a communications
dead zone.

Once we're in range
of an airport,

I can radio their tower.
- It's past 10:08.

That's why the flight never
issued a distress signal.

But we still don't know
why it went down.

- Because the threat is still
on the plane.

♪

- Okay, no sign of Holly.

- Okay, I need to check
the downstairs cabin.

- No, Ben.
You can't do this by yourself.

You need help.

- I have help.

- From someone
who's not a hologram.

- Don't s--

Don't sell yourself short.

- Okay, this is not the time

to start flying solo.

Hey, I know
you must be exhausted.

I mean,
putting yourself on the line

leap after leap--

You're almost home.

Last mile of the marathon.

- You know how many people have
heart attacks in mile 26?

- No. How many?

- I don't know, a lot.
- Okay, you know what?

I thought flight attendants
were supposed

to have sunny dispositions.

- I'm glad we're close.

All the more reason
why I can't risk

trusting the wrong person.

I can't blow my chance
to get home to you.

- Ben--
- I need to go find Holly.

♪

- Okay, so what do we know
about this flight attendant?

Any idea why she'd want
to kill the cockpit crew?

- Holly has a pretty
clean record.

But her on-again,
off-again boyfriend...

[winces] Not so much.

- Patrick Reilly--
this guy's dirty as dirt.

Multiple arrests,
in and out of prison, and--

wait for it--
ties to the IRA.

- Mm. That'll explain it.

Taking over a 747 definitely
makes a statement.

- But why crash the plane?

If she's IRA, why not demand
political concessions?

- Could be someone went rogue,

or they lost control
of the plane.

- They?

As in more than just Holly?

- Well, IRA hijackers, they--
they always work in teams.

There's no way
that Holly would have

taken the plane on her own.

- Keep digging
into that manifest.

See who she might
be working with.

- Hi.
Sorry, could I trouble you

for a set of the metal
airplane wings?

- Cory, I have a job to do.

People rely on me
to keep them safe.

And this may come
as a shock to you,

but the world does not
revolve around you.

♪

[baby crying,
indistinct chatter]

[pills clattering]
Oh.

- Oh.
- Whoa.

- Oh, so sorry.

Quaaludes, bourbon--

that's really not
a great combination.

- Cheers.

Ah.

[tense music]

- Oh, my God.
Jim andCarl?

They're--they're both dead?

Wait, is the plane safe?

I mean, should we warn
the passengers?

- We're going to be fine.

Thank God
the copilot didn't drink

that poisoned coffee.

- Wait, are you--

you're--you're not
accusing me, are you?

- You brewed that pot,
didn't you?

- And you brought it
into the cockpit.

How do I know you didn't do it?

I can't believe you, Lois.

I got you this route,

and this is how you repay me?

This is what I get
for trusting a friend?

♪

- Do you believe her?

- If she did do it,
she's a really good actor.

- That's the crew's
luggage compartment.

You should check her bag.

♪

- Anything from the manifest?

- Couple of serial tax cheats,

but no one with ties
to the IRA.

What about the rest
of the flight crew?

- Mm, nothing yet.

What about those
employee background checks?

- FAA says they're
on their way.

They weren't big
on record keeping back then.

Some of these entries
on the passenger manifest

don't even have first names.

- Yeah, their--their screening
process was a total joke,

which is why we need--
- Ziggy.

You mentioned that
once or twice.

- Okay, all right, fine.

So--so I took the shutdown
a little personally.

But do you blame me?

Look, I--I oversaw
every single line of code

that went into putting
Ziggy back online.

It's part of me.

- It's not. It's code.

It's not you.
- Okay, well, that's like

telling a songwriter,
your lyrics aren't you.

That doesn't
make it hurt any less

when the audience screams
"you suck"

at your 11th grade talent show.

- Okay, let's save that story

for another session.

I get it.
It's hard not to feel attacked.

Any time there's
a security breach,

I take it hard.

- Look, it's--it's not just--

it's not just about Ziggy,
all right?

It--it's about
me finding out that--

that future me travels
through time

to set this whole thing
in motion,

and then keeps the entire
thing secret from all of you.

That's--I don't know.

I'm just--I'm just a little
at sea at the moment.

That's--that's all.

- [chuckles]
From where I stand,

you got this on lock.

An AI, we can do without.

But without you,

we'd truly be lost.

- Passport, clothes,

nothing that suspicious.

Maybe Holly's innocent.

- Well, let me scan
her passport

and run her travel pattern
just to be sure.

- Why are you going
through Holly's stuff?

- This area is crew only.

You should not be back here.

- Holly always lets me
back here.

It's where they keep
the airplane wings.

- Okay, well,
he's not going away that easy.

- Aren't you a little too old
for novelty wings?

- I have a collection.

Every edition since the start
of this airline.

- Can't you just ask
your dad for them?

- I did.

But it's more fun to collect
them on flights anyway.

- So where are you coming from,
vacation with your parents?

- They were busy working.

It was--it was just me
and Officer Leslie.

- You were vacationing
with your babysitter?

- [scoffs] Officer Leslie's
not a babysitter.

She's, like, my best friend.

- Don't you want to hang out
with kids your own age?

- No, not really.

Lois, is there an emergency
on the plane?

- Why would you think there's
an emergency on the plane?

- Because that's where they
keep the emergency equipment,

and the tamper seal is broken.

♪

[unzips bag]

- That's a go bag.

- You mean the kind they'd use
after you hijack a plane?

- Yeah.
- The plane is being hijacked?

- And I bet that was cyanide
in their coffee.

- It's the copilot.
- He must have poisoned

the rest of the flight crew.

Okay.

- Officer Leslie,
the plane is being hijacked.

- Well, looks like
you ruined the surprise.

Hands in the air.

- Uh, okay.

You might have been right
not to trust her.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- [over intercom]
Ladies and gentlemen,

I regret to inform you
that this plane won't

be landing
in New York tonight.

We're gonna make
a little detour.

As long
as Transglobal Airlines meets

our ransom demand,
you'll all be free

to return to your families.

We don't want to hurt anyone.

If you all remain calm,
we'll land safely,

and everyone will be home soon.

- What if the cops surround us
when we land?

- In Havana?

Not a chance.
I worked out every detail.

Before you know it,
we'll be on Playa Paraíso,

sipping mojitos
and counting our ransom money.

Cory's father has made millions
running this airline,

exploiting working people
like us.

It's time for us
to bring him to his knees.

- Wow.

- Our two lovebirds have
two gunmen with them,

for a total of four.

- Now, according
to their profiles,

these two gunmen must
be mercenaries--

hired guns, so to speak.

- What about Bonnie and Clyde?

- Well, uh, Kirk,

he was strapped
pretty hard for cash.

He got passed over
for a promotion to pilot,

and then he fell
deep into debt.

- Our ex-cop is the ringleader.

She's had money problems, too.

- This can't just be
about a payday.

I mean, there are easier ways
to get out of debt.

- It's about power.

Most hijackers are feeling
disenfranchised, disrespected.

There's no quicker way
to take back power

than grabbing control
of an airplane.

- And as a woman in the NYPD,

she faced her share
of disrespect.

- And then working
for that family?

My guess is it was even worse.

- How she talked
about that CEO,

like, this beef is personal.

I mean, they could have
hijacked any plane.

They picked the one
with his kid on it.

- You know,
it still doesn't explain

why they crashed the plane.

Why not call for ransom?

- Yeah, that's the part that's
still a mystery to me.

- Let's focus
on what we can control.

How's Ben supposed
to stop these hijackers?

- Okay, so if Ben is gonna
take control of this airplane,

then he's gonna need
to disarm the men

that are patrolling the cabin
here and here.

- Those guys are
200 pounds each.

Ben's leap host is
half their size.

- Yeah, I'm more concerned
with those AK-47s.

- If he can take them out,

he still has to make it
to the cockpit

and face two more
video game bosses.

- Yeah, and if he's able
to pull off that minor miracle,

he still needs
to land a 150-ton plane

in the dead of the night.

- Something that takes
a decade of training.

- Gee, is that all?

- Won't he have a better chance

once they're on the ground
in Havana?

- Uh, according
to the Internet,

this plane still crashes.

So Ben's gonna
have to act fast,

or else none
of these passengers

are gonna make it home.

♪

- Can we just--
- No talking!

- [whispering]
We need to make a plan.

- He said no talking.

- I'm sorry I accused you.

We have to band together
if we're gonna stop these guys.

- No one's getting hurt.

They just want money.

- Follow my lead.

- Hey! Hey!
- Oh!

- I told you
to stay in the back!

- These people need water.
[laughs nervously]

Panicked people get dehydrated,

dehydrated people get sick,

and sick people make
for a messy hijacking.

- Fine.

Make it quick.

♪

- This your granddaughter?

- Caroline Rose.

I'm on my way to see her.

- She like planes?

- She loves planes.

- When all this is over,
I'll make sure

she gets some airplane wings
as a souvenir.

- Thank you.

- This woman's about
to go into diabetic shock.

She needs her insulin.
- Fine.

- [whispering]
I just had my insulin.

- Even hijackers need
to hydrate.

- I'm not drinking that.

- Suit yourself.

- You drink it.

- That's okay.
I've had

enough water for today.

- I wasn't asking.

- Okay.

Refreshing.

- [grunts]

- Is that enough insulin
to keep him down?

- It is when you mix in enough
quaaludes to sedate a horse.

Watch him.

I'm going to first.

♪

- [breathing shakily]

- Okay, no cause for concern.

I'm just here to see
if anybody needs anything.

- Back to coach, lady.

- [breathing shakily]

- I'm sorry,
this kid's hyperventilating.

Do you want to clean up
when he vomits, or...

- Fine, go ahead.

- Hey. You okay?

You're okay.

- It's all because of me,
isn't it?

Leslie hijacked the plane
to ransom me to my dad?

- [splutters]

Let's look on the bright side.

I was wrong.

The world does revolve
around you.

- I can't believe
I thought she was my friend.

I was so stupid.

None of these people
care about me.

My parents pay to ship me off.

Even the people who are paid
to care about me

don't care about me.

Guess you really can't
trust anyone.

[soft dramatic music]

- People let you down, kid.

That's life.

- You're not very good
at pep talks.

- Sorry, I'm usually
better at this.

It's been a rough week.

- So what now?

- I'm working on it.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[whispers] What are you doing?

- You, sit down! Now!

I said sit down!

[people screaming]

[glass shatters]

♪

- Okay, tell him
to keep pressure on that.

- Keep pressure on that.

- We have to do something!

- Let's take the cockpit!

- Ben, you need
to calm them down.

If they try
and take the cockpit,

they can send this plane
into the ocean.

[indistinct chatter]
- Everyone.

Everyone!

Okay, I know you're all scared,

but I need you to stay calm.

I have a plan.

- You do?

- Kind of.

- Okay, it says,
crease the aluminum foil,

and then add three parts
sodium nitrate.

- Okay, let me just look in
the volatile chemicals cabinet.

- Helpful.

Okay, it says
sodium nitrate is found

in gunpowder, uh, limestone,

and--and some
chemical cold packs.

- That I can find.

[suspenseful music]

- [sighs] Yes.

♪

- Don't say it. Don't say it.

- I didn't say anything.

I'm definitely not gonna say
that this would be

a lot easier with a second pair
of non-holographic hands.

- Your restraint is admirable.

- Mm-hmm.
- What's the next step?

- Two parts sugar.

I'm also definitely not going
to mention the fact

that if we get
into the cockpit,

this is clearly
a two-person job.

[sighs] Ben.

Look, I know you don't think

that you can trust anyone
anymore,

but that's not you.

That's never been you.

- Maybe that's the problem.

- You needed Martínez
to complete the last leap.

I mean, even with everything
that happened,

you made the right call.

And then a-again today,
with Leslie.

You trusted your gut,
and you were right again.

Look, your instincts
are spot-on.

And I know they are
telling you right now

that you cannot do this alone.

You need to trust someone
and ask for help.

- What the hell is going on
out there?

It sounded like gunfire.

Why haven't they checked in?

[phone chimes]

- Hey, tell me
that cabin is secure.

- You don't want to do this.

Kirk, you spent years
in the Navy,

served in two wars,
multiple commendations.

Leslie, you're a career cop,
just like your dad.

You took an oath
to serve and protect.

You're both patriots.

You do not want to take
your own countrymen hostage

and live the rest
of your life on the run.

- This has nothing
to do with you.

Stay out of it!

- Now.

♪

- What is that?

[both coughing]

- We gotta get out of here.

- No, we have
to see this through.

[alarm beeping]

- It's locked!

Hey! Open it up!

- We're not killing them,
right?

- Just putting them to sleep.

[both coughing and gagging]

- Leslie and Kirk are tied up
in the galley.

Hey, we are only 220 miles away
from Puerto Rico.

We just have to figure out
how to land this thing.

- Cory, you can land us, right?

- Are you kidding?

- Didn't you say
you took flying lessons?

- In a Cessna!
And haven't we established

those people were paid to tell
me I knew what I was doing?

- I'll see if Ian can
run a simulator.

- And no amount of flying
lessons would have saved us.

Even the copilot couldn't
have landed this.

- What do you mean?

- See that warning system?

We're losing hydraulics.

- What does that mean?

- No hydraulics means
no control.

We've got five minutes
before this plane crashes.

♪

- The gunshots must have
gone straight

into the instrument controls

and ruptured
the hydraulics line.

- That must be
what crashed the plane

in the original timeline.

- How fast are
they losing altitude?

- Fast.
And even if they could somehow

stabilize, they can't steer
without hydraulics.

- So what can they do?
- I can either explain,

or I can find answers.
I can't do both.

- We're at 8,700 feet
and dropping.

- Okay, I just heard from Ian.

They think that you can
manually reroute

the hydraulics
from the avionics bay.

- Where's the avionics bay?

- On this line of the 747,

under the fuselage.
Why do you a--

a manual reroute.

That's brilliant.

both: But that's a two-man job.

- One person has to stay
in the cockpit

to take control of the plane
once the line's patched.

- Cory, do you think
you know your way around

the avionics bay?

All right.
You go, I'll stay.

Uh, time's kind of--
of the essence here, Cory.

So, um--

- If I don't get this right,
and this plane crashes,

it'll all be my fault.

- Cory, you can do this.

- What if I can't?

- Look, I was wrong.

When I said
people let you down,

they do, sometimes.

But then at some point,
you have to get back

off the mat and learn
to trust other people again,

learn to trust yourself.

I bet your whole life,
they did everything for you--

your parents, your minders.

But I can see that you're ready
to stand on your own two feet.

If you trust yourself,
you can do anything.

Including helping
save the lives

of everyone on this plane.

- Okay.

That's a good pep talk.

- Okay.
I will monitor him in the bay.

- How am I gonna
land this thing?

- Uh, Ben, this is...

- Ian.

- You--you remember me?

- Is our, uh, karaoke duet song
"Under Pressure"?

- Tell Jenn she owes me
five bucks.

- I will ping you as soon

as the hydraulics
are back online.

- That's a great look for you.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Okay, so we're
below 4,000 feet,

so, um, move those flaps to 20.

Addison said that Cory is
in the avionics bay.

It should only take two minutes
to patch the line.

- I thought we couldn't
keep two people

in the Imaging Chamber
for long.

- Well, we couldn't.

But then I ran a patch

to help stabilize
two simultaneous--

- Actually, can we just put

a pin in that for now?

How do I fly an airplane?

- Right, right, right.
Priorities.

Okay, so, um,
pull those levers back.

Slowly, slowly.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- Right there.
- Okay.

- You know, I'm still
not completely over

you getting into
the accelerator without--

- Right now is not
the optimal time

to criticize my life choices.

- Okay,
but if this plane crashes,

this might be my only chance.

- Not funny.

- It's a little bit funny.

Just a little bit.
- Besides, Addison told me

it was your future self
who told me

to get in the accelerator,
right?

- Okay. All right. Sure.

Sure. It was.

But let's not
point fingers, okay?

Look, you--I know you've
been out there, like,

saving the world
and everything,

but you really screwed
our trivia team.

- [chuckles]
- We used to dominate

the federal employee league.

Dominate!
We all had a part.

Addison, she was pop culture.

I had music, obviously.

You were sports.
- Doesn't Jenn know sports?

- Jenn thought
that the Indianapolis Colts

was a horse racing club.

- [scoffs] Inaccurate.

- Now you know why
the Department of Energy

is the current reigning champ.

Uh, turn those
landing lights on.

You know, there's, um--

there's a Zulu word, "ubuntu."

It means "I am because we are."

We can't do this
without each other.

So please,

come home soon.

[handlink beeping]

Addison said
that Cory patched the line.

- [on radio]
TGA 349, this is SJU tower.

Do you copy?
- Uh, yes.

This is TGA 349er.

Uh, we have
a mechanical issue on board,

and we need
to land immediately.

- Copy that.
Fly heading 2-3-0,

runway 2-7 left,
cleared for landing.

- What does that--
what does that mean?

- Oh, this might help.

[handlink bleeping]

- Ian, you're a genius.

- I know.

♪

Okay, you're at 600 feet.

Now 500 feet.

Watch the crosswinds!
You're--

[all exclaiming]

The rudder!
Use your feet, Ben.

Use your feet.
- I'm trying!

- Okay, now aim for as close

to the edge of the runway
as you possibly can.

Watch your speed.

Power to idle, now!

- [grunts]

[all gasping]

- Pull back--gently.

- [grunting]
- Gently.

♪

- [grunting]

[tires screech]

[grunts]

[all exclaiming]

- Brake! Use your brake!

- Aah!

[tires screeching]

[grunting]

[panting]

[cheers and applause]

[triumphant music]

♪

[laughs]
- That wasn't that hard.

- [chuckling] Easy.

[both laughing]

[tense music]

♪

[applause]

- Aye.
- Whoo!

Ow!

- Wow, being a hologram is
way harder than I thought.

- Yeah, it takes
some getting used to.

- Some?
I was dizzy for,

like, a full day after.

- Cory Zampol ended up
being one

of the longest-tenured pilots
in the TGA fleet history.

Recently retired and started
teaching at flight school.

And all four hijackers are
still comfortably behind bars.

- Yes.

- What about
our flight attendants?

- The entire crew received
commendations,

and Lois was invited
to the White House.

- Mm.
- This is yours.

- Thank you.
- I'm guessing she was

very confused.
- [chuckles]

- What is it?

- No, it's just--

we always get these wrap-ups
at the end of every leap,

find out
where everybody ends up...

except for Ben.

[tender music]

- Ian, you still think
Ben is nearing his last leap?

- Uh, if I had to guess,
he has one left--

two max.

[tablet bleeps]

[tense music]

♪

- What is it?

- Um, well,
usually after a leap,

I can pick up
some kind of signature.

I--I may not be able
to pinpoint exactly

where Ben is, but I can get
a rough sense of when.

But now I, uh--

I'm--I'm getting nothing.

- Because Ziggy's down?

- No, it's something else.

But I don't know what.

♪

- Where are you, Ben?

- It's snowing...

in LA.

- Nuclear winter.

♪

- Ian?

- Hi, Ben.

I've been waiting for you...

for a long time.

- Oh, my God.

I'm in the future.

[exciting music]