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- Previously
on "Quantum Leap"...

- I found something seriously
wrong with the quantum

processing chip
that your boss built for me.

The chip is transmitting
Ziggy's code out of HQ,

presumably back to him.

- You're with someone else.

- We'll get through
it together.

- You're Agent Robert Cook
from Project Sign.

- Hannah, is it?

- I believe in all kinds
of impossible things.

You try explaining a yo-yo
to somebody

who doesn't know what they are.

Centrifugal force,
angular momentum,

that would have been
considered witchcraft

a hundred years ago.

- Henry!

It's me, Lawrence.

Thank God.
Thank God you're here.

- You're bleeding.
What happened?

- [grunting]

Someone found me.

They thought I had the formula.

- You're going to be OK.
Just breathe.

- He had cold blue eyes.

- Help!

We need help!

- Henry, it's real.

You have to find it
before they can.

- We're going
to find it together, OK?

Just hold on.
Hold on, Lawrence.

- Path...finder.

- Lawrence.

Lawrence!

[dramatic music]

Lawrence!

- Has anybody seen Magic?
He's not in his office.

- Uh, he's taking
a personal day.

- Magic doesn't
take personal days.

- Maybe that last leap
shook him up.

I mean, after everything
he's been through, you know?

- I spoke to him.
He's doing fine.

- In the meantime,
we need a schedule to decide

who's next on hologram duty.

One, two, three.
- Rock, paper, scissors.

- Yes!
- God, dang it!

Why do I keep losing?
- Ian, always go paper.

- That's not how statistical
probability works.

- Eh.
- It's not.

[computer dings]
Oh, look, I got him.

I got him.

[computer hums]

- What happened?

- I don't--I don't know.
I just had a signal.

- Ian, did we lose him?

- Like "lose him" lose him?
No, no, no, no.

This looks like it's
an internal system error.

[phone vibrates]

[tense music]

Uh, I am going to go
and check the backup servers.

But I will be right back.

- You move fast
when you want to.

- So will security
once I tell them.

- You're not going
to do that, Ian,

not when I'm your
only chance of getting

your system back online.

- Look, what do you want?

- My employer provided
a prototype under the condition

that you would share any data
you collected while using it.

- I will deliver
what I promised, OK?

But right now I need
that quantum chip reactivated.

It is an emergency.

- I'd love to help,

but the chip requires
authorization codes

every 24 hours to stay active.

And seeing as how
you locked us out--

- You were stealing data.

- No, we were
collecting that which

we were entitled to collect.

You made the deal, Ian.

How about this?

Tell me we have an agreement.

And as a show of good faith,
I'll reactivate the chip

for the rest of the day.

- Well, you're a long way from
California, Professor McCoy.

You're also the last one
to see the victim alive.

- I told you,
Professor Lawrence had already

been attacked when I got here.

He said the killer
had cold blue eyes.

- Oh, they were cold.
- [chuckles]

- Well, that helps
narrow it down.

See, what I still
don't understand is what you

were doing on campus alone
at 4:00 in the morning.

- [gasps]
- Sorry I'm late.

Technical difficulties.

- Mr. McCoy,
you got any communist ties?

- What?

- Oh, uh...

Oh, he's barking up
the wrong tree.

Before he became a professor,
Sergeant McCoy

served in the Eighth
Airborne Division

during World War II,
multiple tours in Normandy.

- Mr. McCoy--

- You can address me
as Sergeant.

I earned that distinction
after serving in Normandy.

Where did you serve?
- Dairy Queen, apparently.

- We appreciate your service.

But that doesn't change
the fact that you're

a material witness
to a homicide.

I'm gonna ask you
not to leave town.

- Is that all?
- For now.

* *

- [sharp inhale]
Ooh.

- Normandy.

- Huh.

- Welcome
to Princeton, New Jersey.

It's 1955.

You're a visiting physics
professor and already a suspect

in an unsolved murder.

- Wait a minute.
Princeton, 1955?

Jenn, we are
in the most exciting place

at the most exciting time
in American scientific history.

All of the greatest minds
are working

here right now, including--

* *

- Albert Einstein, your hero.

We know.

You've ruined many a lunch
with your dissertations

on the Father of Space--

- Spacetime, relativity,
quantum entanglement.

Einstein is the reason
I fell in love with physics

in the first place.

And I have a chance
to meet him.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Ben.

It's May 15th.
Einstein died a month ago.

- Oh.

- Hold up,
that might be related

to the reason why you're here.

- Einstein's death?

- It seems the late
Professor Lawrence wrote

several letters
to Professor McCoy--

that's you--
asking you to help him

look for a missing formula
that was created

by Albert Einstein.

- Jenn, no,
I've read every single paper

published by Albert Einstein,
every historical record,

every biography.

And there's nothing
about some missing formula.

- Maybe he was working
on a top-secret project.

- Come on, what are the ch--
- Professor McCoy?

We're with the Atomic
Energy Commission.

Would you come with us, please?

- Am I under arrest?

- Quite the opposite.

[soft music]

We need your help.

- Is that who I think it is?

* *

- Yeah.

[dramatic music]

* *

[soft music]

- Is she another leaper?
Like Martinez?

- We're not detecting
a quantum anomaly, no.

That's Hannah Carson,
the woman you met in New Mexico

six years ago, the one you told
to come here to Princeton.

- What are the odds
of me crossing paths

with the same person
in two different leaps?

- I mean, I'm not Ian,
so I don't have, like,

a weirdly exact number for you.

But I'd say the odds
are crazy slim.

Maybe the accelerator just
decided you needed a friend.

* *

- We'll take it from here.

- Professor Lawrence
said we could trust you.

It goes without saying,
everything you see here

is highly classified.

- Jenn, this is
project Matterhorn,

the government program
that conducted top-secret

thermonuclear research.

- I was just about to tell
you that.

Wait, why am I whispering?

- Professor, ready
for a glimpse of the future?

* *

- The future's
a steampunk hamster maze?

* *

- The stellarator.

I remember reading about this.

In letters.

Lawrence told me you were
working on the cutting edge

of nuclear fusion.

- Yes.

These twisting magnetic coils
allow us

to stimulate plasma particles
that could,

in theory, generate limitless
clean energy one day.

[stellarator hums]

Do you have the time?

- Yeah.

Oh.

Ah.

- [laughs]

Sorry, that never gets old.

- No, this is--oh.

- You'll have to excuse
my research assistant.

She is a kid in a candy store.

- I'm Dr. Karl Donovan, project
supervisor here at Matterhorn.

Thank you for coming under
such trying circumstances,

Professor McCoy.

- Professor Lawrence
was a good man.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

- Sit, please.

* *

That will be all, Ms. Carson.

* *

I'm under the impression
Lawrence confided

in you a great deal,
including his search

for Einstein's formula.

- Told you so.
- He did mention it to me.

But he was vague on specifics.

- Before he died,
Einstein had thrown himself

into solving the problems
of nuclear fusion.

- Of which there are many.
- And he solved them.

- He did?

- Yes, Einstein sketched out
a formula days before he died.

But it was thought
this work perished with him.

- Until Lawrence
found the clue,

which is when he
reached out to me.

- Whatever it was,
Lawrence never shared it

with any of us at Matterhorn.

He was waiting for you.

Unfortunately,
someone else got to him first.

- "They thought
I had the formula."

That's what he said
before he died.

- Professor McCoy,
the public at large

may not know what we
do here at Matterhorn.

But I assure you
our enemies do.

Soviet spies have been
circling this project

for quite some time.

I don't have to tell
you that if the Soviets

find that formula,
they will gain

limitless power overnight.

And the United States
will be quite

literally left in the dark.

Do you think you can locate it?

- McCoy failed
in the original timeline.

But Ziggy says
there's a 97% chance

you're here to finish the job.

- Lawrence was my friend.

And Einstein has
been my obsession.

[tense music]

If that formula's here,
I'll find it.

* *

- You can't do that.
Fellows only.

- Relax.
I just saved you a day's work.

- What was that about?

- NAS fellowships.

It's a total boys' club.

They sit around
all day pretending

to be brilliant and collect
fat research grants.

- Right,
National Academy of Sciences.

I'm guessing women
like yourself are--

- Passed over repeatedly.

But my day will come.

In the meantime,
if you need any help getting

around campus, I am available.

I'm finishing a paper,
but otherwise.

- Huh.
What are you researching?

- Untangling the theory
of quantum entanglement.

Donovan's going to help me
get it published

at the end of this quarter.

Bye-bye, boys' club.
[chuckles]

- That's great, Hannah.

* *

- Did I tell you my name?

- Hm?

Uh, I--

Professor Lawrence wrote
about you in his letters.

He said you were
quite brilliant.

Apparently,
you're from New Mexico?

- Yeah,
it's a crazy story actually.

Um, anyway,
I'm here if you need me.

Good luck, Professor McCoy.

- Thanks.

* *

- Ben, I'm looking
at that paper she mentioned.

Hannah's name isn't on it.

In fact, it's not on anything
that was published.

She works for Donovan
for years,

and he just keeps
taking the credit.

- To hell with that.

- Come again?

- I said I could use your help
with that--this,

my search
for Einstein's formula.

It would be
in an official capacity.

We would share the credit
for any discoveries made 50/50.

- Two birds, one stone.
I like this plan.

- You want to share
credit with me?

You don't even know me.

- Well, fair is fair.

And like I said,
Lawrence was a fan.

So I figure it might
help open some doors.

- Yeah, it would
open every door.

Thank you.

I, uh...

I just--Professor,
this is going to sound strange.

But have we met before?

* *

- No, no.

No, just one of those faces.

* *

- OK then.
[chuckles]

This formula,
where do you want to start?

- Lawrence wrote to me
that he found a clue

about the formula's location.

But I have no idea
where this clue could be.

- Hm, you want
my scientific opinion?

- Please.
- We search his apartment.

- Genius.
- [chuckles]

- Uh, is anybody else's
brain melting

with the possibilities here?

I mean, if Ben discovers
the secret to fusion in 1955,

won't that massively change
the course of the 20th century?

- No more gas pumps.
No more global warming.

- Magic picked a hell
of a day to take off.

This is the butterfly effect
to end all butterfly effects.

Our cars could be flying
by the time this is over.

- Let's forget
the flying cars and focus

on helping Ben, starting with,
who else is looking

for that formula in 1955?

- Where's Ian?

- They're trying
to figure out what caused

that glitch this morning.

OK, OK, I can do this.

I will start looking through
the old intelligence archives

and see what I can find
on Russian spies at Princeton.

Is it weird seeing
your old stomping grounds?

- I didn't go
until 50 years later.

A lot had changed by then.

- Yeah, but, I mean, it's still
got to bring back memories.

- Let me know
if Ben finds anything.

[soft music]

* *

- Someone's a step ahead of us.

- Well, if Lawrence found
something important,

he would have
hidden it somewhere

only you could find it.

Any ideas?

* *

- [chuckles]
We served together.

- Lawrence talked about you.

He told me you saved his life.

Is that how you were injured?

Oh, um, I'm sorry.

That was none of my business.

- Ben, I'm looking at Lawrence
and McCoy's military records.

The Eighth Airborne Division
had a code name.

- Path...finder.

- Pathfinder.

[dramatic music]

* *

That's German for "solitude."

- [gasps]
And that's Al's handwriting.

- Hang on, did you just refer

to the Father of Relativity
as "Al"?

You knew him?

- Well, we only met
a few times, but yes.

He was quite fun actually.

Wait, I recognize this window.

- Oh, no, Ben.

- It's in the physics library.

- Einstein's telling us
where to look.

Hannah, this is fantastic.

- Opposite.
Opposite of fantastic.

Finding that clue just
altered the entire timeline.

- Come on, I'll take you there.

- Ben, Hannah's
going to die tonight.

- Professor, you coming?

* *

[soft music]

- Well,
we're in the right place.

Maybe the formula
is in one of the books?

- No wonder Lawrence
needed my help.

Needle, meet haystack.

- I'm sorry, this section
of the library is closed.

- Oh, Professor McCoy is...

- Ben?

- Here on behalf of
the Atomic Energy Commission.

If you could just
give us 15 minutes?

- How does she die?

- Apparently, there's,
like, a freak lab accident

at project Matterhorn tonight.

The reports indicate
that Hannah was conducting

some kind of experiment.

The entire building
went up in flames.

- Then I'm calling
off the search.

- No, you can't.

Ziggy says our best chances
of you leaping

are to find that formula.

Besides,
you call off the search now,

and Hannah still dies
in the accident.

- Tell Ziggy
that makes no sense.

I asked for her help.

So whatever happens
to her is my responsibility.

- Ben, hey,
it's going to be OK.

We'll fix this.
You know that, right?

* *

What's going on?

- I think she
remembers me, Jenn.

I know I'm in a different body.

But when she looks at me,
it's like she knows who I am.

[cell phone beeps]

You brought your phone in here?

- Yeah, I need to,
uh, step out for a bit.

Just find that formula.

And keep Hannah away
from the building tonight, OK?

I'll be back
before you know it.

- Jenn--

- There you are.

OK, I bought us some time.
Where do you want to start?

- Uh, alphabetically?

- [chuckles]

[whispers] OK, let's go.

* *

[whoosh]

- Jenn?

Is everything OK?

- There's a security issue.

Not even an issue, really--
a thing.

Let's call it a thing
I need to attend to.

I might be a second.

* *

So I take it that wasn't
a random glitch this morning.

- No, we are
in serious trouble.

- Well, whatever you're doing,
it's setting

off my security alarms.

- I know, OK?
I'm freaking out.

I don't know what to do.
- Hey.

You can't fix this on your own.

You don't have to.

You know who you need
to talk to, right?

- Yeah.

I know.

- * Papa loves mambo *

* Mama loves mambo *

* Look at 'em sway with it,
getting so gay with it *

* Shouting olé with it, wow *

- Nothing.

Come on, Albert,
where did you hide this thing?

- Professor,
we're running out of time.

- [sighs]

- OK, you went there.

Do you have any idea where
they should be looking?

- Actually, yes.

Tell them to search
the second floor.

- I can't go back in there.

Ben made it very clear
that he does not want me

as his hologram right now.

- Magic's gone.

- Ian's busy,
and Jenn's doing--

something, so...

* *

- No, bad idea.

- No, it's a terrible idea.

Do you have a better one?

- [sighs]

- Hi, Ben.

Tom Westfall,
Department of Defense.

* *

Right, sorry.

I'm pinch-hitting for Jenn.

She's tied up.

* *

- Thank you, but no thank you.

I don't need your help.

You can send anyone,
literally anyone else.

- We don't have anyone else.

- Look, I know
this is awkward as hell.

But I was a student here.

I think I can help you find
what you're looking for.

- Oh, really?

Did you find
a 50-year-old formula

while you and your friends
were playing beer pong in here?

- No.

But I did find a secret room
on the second floor.

- I'm going to hate it
if you're right.

- What are we looking for?

- Legend has it
that back in the 1800s,

there were secret
societies who would

meet inside this library.

Apparently, they built a hidden
chamber into the foundation.

- And Al wrote "solitude"
under his sketch.

So maybe he was
working somewhere

no one could find him.

- This is it.

* *

- Let's try pulling some
of these books.

* *

- Wait, was it this wall?

* *

- It's up here somewhere.

Maybe we should split up.

* *

How do you forget
a secret room?

- It was college.
We weren't in our right minds.

- Oh, you mean
you were up here getting high

with your frat buddies.

- No, I was getting high
with my future wife.

- What?
Wait, you're married?

- OK, false alarm.

We're all goo--whoa.

Is Tom in with Ben?

- I thought you
were with Addison.

- Yeah, and it is
going great so far.

- My wife died six years ago.

Cancer.

Do you mind if we get back
to trying to find this formula?

- Professor?

Now we're looking
in the right place.

- Let me try something.

* *

It's on the other side.

The access point must change
in the next 50 years.

That's why I couldn't find it.

- OK, if I were
Albert Einstein,

how would I open a secret door?

* *

Hannah, what time do you have?

- 4:30.

- Me too.

This clock is
three minutes fast.

- Time is relative.

[clicking]

[dull thud, click]

- After you.

* *

- Cozy.

Wait, that's Al's.

He used to bring it
into the Matterhorn offices.

- It's in German.

But I can translate it.

Can I get some more light?
- Yeah.

* *

[ominous music]

* *

- What does it say?

- Ben, I've got
a blue-eyed Caucasian male

coming this way,
and he has a knife.

- Someone's coming.
- How do you know that?

- When he comes through
the door, grab his wrist,

and redirect the knife
into his shoulder.

- I don't know how
to do that, remember?

I'm not a soldier.
- Yes, you are.

Why are you saying that?
- Ben, look out.

- [grunting]

Ah!

* *

- Give me the book,
or you both die.

- OK.

[dramatic music]

* *

- McCoy!

- [grunting]

* *

- [groans]

* *

- [gasps]

- [panting]
You OK?

- Yeah.
[clears throat]

We have to get out of here.
Grab his legs.

- Ben?

The journal.
- Oh, the journal.

[both grunting]

* *

- OK.

Call 911.

- 9-1-what?

- Dial the operator.

Tell them we need police
and fire here immediately.

- How did you know
he was coming?

- My Army training.

I could hear his boots
coming from a mile away.

- OK.

[soft music]

* *

- Looks like old blue eyes
here might be

the man who killed Lawrence.

- Ben, I'm not sure
you're dealing with Russians.

* *

- You did great.
- Really?

- The timeline just updated.

Thanks to Ben and Hannah,
Klaus Erickson

was charged and convicted
in the murder

of Professor Lawrence.

A lifetime sentence.

- Klaus Erickson,
what do we know about him?

- He's German.

Came from Berlin
to the U.S. on a chemical

engineering scholarship.

- Any tattoos?

- Yeah, actually.

* *

- That is a Nazi symbol.

- Wait, the Nazis
are after this formula?

- Aren't we
in the wrong decade?

- Do a deep dive
on Operation Paperclip.

I'm going to call the DOD.

And I'll get everything
declassified.

- Operation Paperclip?

- After World War II, the
United States went to Germany

and recruited thousands
of scientists and engineers

to serve American interests.

- We gave the Nazis jobs?

- On U.S. soil.

- Hang on.
You said there were thousands.

That means we have no idea
how many Ben is up against.

* *

- Yes, sir.

Thank you, General.

We should have access
to the files soon.

- Hey, I heard you
tell Ben about Kate.

* *

I'm so sorry.

I did not think
about that when

I asked you to go in there.

- It was the right call.

Besides, it's just a place.

- Hey.

Look, when I lost Ben,

hearing
about your grieving process

really helped me
through my own.

But since we've been together,

you've stopped talking
about Kate.

I want you
to know that you can,

especially when you're
walking around the place

where you two met.

- I appreciate that.

But if I don't, it's just
because we're on mission.

And it doesn't help me
to focus on the past right now.

* *

- OK.

* *

- Mind if I fix myself a drink?

It's not every day
someone tries to kill me.

- [chuckles]
Can you make that two?

- Sure.

How's the German coming?

- Oh, it's incredible.

Einstein's writing
about his dreams, his fears.

It's like being inside that
big, beautiful brain of his.

God, I wanted
to be just like him.

- Me too.

To Al.

- To Al.

- Read me something
from the journal.

- OK.

Well, Al was wrestling
with some premonitions.

"Mankind's innovations,
absent of conscience,

only brings us closer
to catastrophe."

- Whoa.
- Yeah.

Hmm.

That's funny.

This entire page
is written in Greek.

- Oh.

- Looks like it's
some kind of poem?

- No.

I studied Greek.

This poem doesn't
make any sense.

May I?
- Yeah.

We need to translate this.

- Wait, don't you
need the journal?

- I have photographic memory.

Take another look.

The ancient
Greek word "tritos,"

meaning the third,
and "deuteros," the second,

what if they're code?

- For isotopes,
it's tritium and deuterium.

He's using code
to hide the formula.

Hannah, you found it!

Now all we have left
to do is decrypt it.

- I would kiss you, Professor,

but we're too busy
making history.

If this works--

- It'll change the world.

* *

- Ben, she needs
to stop translating.

Ziggy already decrypted
the rest of the formula.

It's dangerous.

It makes the stellarator
highly unstable--

a fusion reaction that could
destroy entire buildings.

- That's why he didn't
give it to Lawrence.

It's not for clean energy.

It's a bomb.

- I beg your pardon?

- Ziggy says if you
finish the translation

and the Nazis get
hold of it, well--

- Hannah, we can't finish this.

It's too dangerous.

Those dreams
Einstein wrote about,

fears of calamity and disaster,

he was writing
about this formula.

- 30 seconds ago, you were
asking me to decrypt this.

Now you want me
to abandon ship?

- Look, I know
this sounds crazy.

But please give me the journal.

- I can't do that.
It's too important.

- Hannah, if you leave here

with that formula,
you will die.

- [scoffs]
OK.

- There's going
to be an explosion

that changes
the course of history.

- Professor, I don't know
what's happening to you.

But I think I should go.

- Ben, you need to stop her.
She can't leave.

- Agent Robert Cook!

He's the one
who told you to come here.

You met him in a diner.

You talked about Einstein

and angular momentum
and yo-yos.

And you helped him
save a young girl.

And you told him not
to say goodbye,

just see you later.

* *

- How do you know all that?

- I know it the same way I know
what will happen to you

if you leave here
with that formula.

* *

I'm a time traveler.

- You're a time traveler?

- Ben, this is
a complete violation

of Quantum Leap protocol.

Anything you tell her
will have major ramifications

in the timeline.

- Will you please
leave me alone?

- Who are you talking to?

- A hologram from the future.

Look, I know this sounds crazy.

But you once told me
you believed in the impossible.

[soft music]

I once misquoted Einstein

because I knew
you'd correct me.

* *

- Oh, my God.

It's you, isn't it?

You're Robert Cook.

- I was for a few days.

And now I'm Professor McCoy.

When I travel through time,
I leap into other people

to change history
for the better.

* *

- That's...

incredible.

Whoa!

A guardian angel
sent from the future?

That's got to be the most--the
most romantic bit of physics

I've ever heard.

- That's it?

You're on board
with the time traveler thing?

- Look, this is going to sound
crazy, but I recognized you.

Not the outside of course,
but something inside you today.

It didn't make any sense
to me then, but it does now.

Trust me, my mind is racing.

But I guess my heart kind
of already knew in a weird way.

- Wow, I--

- How long are you here for?

- It's different every time.

- Well, let's not
waste it then.

So you're here in 1955

to find Einstein's formula
and destroy it.

- Well, I thought it was that.

But now I'm thinking maybe
I'm here to help you.

- Help me?

Why?

Oh.

It's Donovan, isn't it?

He's never going
to publish my work.

- I'm going to talk to Donovan,
explain everything we found.

But in the meantime,
I need you to stay here

because if I know you're here,
I know you're safe.

- You're asking me
to do nothing.

I'm no good at that.

- I'm asking you to trust me

because I'm trusting you.

I'll be back soon, I promise.

[tense music]

* *

- Hi.

- Hon, what are you doing here?

- Look, you know how
I put up too many walls

and I keep secrets
and I don't let people in

even when I need help?

Well, this is me coming
to you right now because--

I need your help.

- OK.

- The people
that you are working for

are holding
Quantum Leap hostage.

If I don't give them what
they want, then I lose Ben.

And if I do give them
what they want,

I don't even want
to think about what

that would look like.

- [sighs]

- I'm glad you're telling me.

What do you need?

- I need you to rewrite
the firmware on the chip.

* *

- So just to be clear,
you're asking me

to work against my own boss
to jailbreak his tech,

after which
he won't just fire me,

he'll destroy my career.

- It's not a fair thing to ask.

I know, I get that, but--

- My answer is yes.

* *

Of course I'll help you, Ian.

* *

I love you.

- I love you too.

* *

- Anything
in the Paperclip files?

- Oh, only the names and
aliases of the most disgusting

human beings to ever live.

Whoa, are those fencing scars?

- Apparently it was a badge of
honor amongst the Nazi elite.

The U.S. gave them
new identities,

but scars told the real story.

- Didn't Donovan have a pair
of fencing swords on his wall?

- Sabers.

Yes, he did.

* *

- Donovan's not his real name.

* *

- Oh, my God.

- I know it's not
the outcome we wanted.

But the journal
is still a major discovery.

I expect Ms. Carson to get
recognition for her find.

- And the formula?

- I had to destroy it.

Einstein said
as much in his journals.

It's too dangerous.

- But you did see the formula.

Do you think
you could recreate it?

- Ben, Donovan's a Nazi.

He's behind everything.

You need to get out of here.

* *

- My memory's not
what it used to be.

* *

- Well, fortunately,

Ms. Carson's
is quite remarkable.

[door clicks]

- Donovan,
what the hell is going on?

- Not another step.

Now, Hannah's going
to recreate the formula,

or I'll kill you
where you stand.

[dramatic music]

* *

- I don't understand.

Why would you want the formula
when you know what it can do?

- He's a Nazi working
for the U.S. government.

- There's a certain
irony to it.

You and your American brothers
flew across the channel

to fight men like me,
only for your own government

to bring us back together.

But this time, I expect
the outcome to be different.

- He's going
to weaponize the machine.

- I told the Americans
I was being a good German,

just following orders.

But I have never stopped
believing in the cause.

And with this technology,

we can strike back
from the inside.

- You rat-faced son of a bitch.

I'm not gonna
help you build a bomb!

- Ben, listen to me.
He has two targets.

That gives us
a tactical advantage.

- Don't test me.

Things could get very
unpleasant for both of you.

- You need to redirect the gun.

Grab the barrel when he moves.

Twist it downward as fast
as you can, and then attack.

- Recreate the formula, or I--

[gunshot]

- Hannah, get down!

- [grunts]

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

* *

- Oh, crap.

[metal clanging]

* *

- Ah!

* *

Auf wiedersehen, McCoy.

* *

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Never punched a Nazi before.

It felt pretty good.

- [panting]
Never gets old.

- Watch your head
there, Adolph.

[soft music]

* *

- So this is usually
the part where

the hologram tells me that
everything's going to be OK.

- Oh, um, let's see.

The Atomic Energy Commission
finally acknowledges

Hannah's work, publishing it
all under her name.

Donovan and his Aryan
buddies all go to prison.

And Professor McCoy
gets another medal.

Everybody ends up...

- Tom, you OK?

* *

Tom?

- Those kids over there,
carving their initials

in the tree, Kate and I used
to sit under that same tree

at lunch and look
at those same initials

they're carving right now.

It's strange.

You think your whole
life's ahead of you,

and then 50 years later,
someone else is sitting

under the same tree,
thinking the exact same thing.

Our future is just
someone else's past, isn't it?

- I'm so sorry.

About your wife.

- Thanks, but--

I'm sorry for your loss too.

* *

Right.
- Yeah, yeah.

* *

- [sighs]

I missed my wife today.

- I know.

* *

- This whole thing,
me and Kate, you and Ben--

- It's complicated.

And it is messy.

* *

And it's OK.

* *

Look, it's OK to still
have those feelings, Tom.

* *

It doesn't take away
from what we have.

* *

[ominous music]

* *

- Ian Wright in the flesh.

- Funny, I never got your name.

- We're not there yet.

First, you need
to give me what I want.

- You mean, highly classified
government property.

Yeah, that's not
going to happen.

Simone, meet Jenn,
our head of security.

- So you do know my name.

- We also know where you work,
where you live,

and what you've done.

- You blackmailed a federal
employee this morning.

That was not a good move.

This whole conversation's
being recorded, by the way.

- Well, look at the two of you,
all proud of yourselves.

In the meantime,
that quantum chip will remain

offline for, well, forever.

- We'll take our chances.

* *

[bell tolling]

- So this is
the part where you leap?

- It feels like it.

Oh, and when McCoy gets back,
he won't remember anything.

So--
- Don't worry.

I'll tell him
he suffered a concussion.

- [chuckles]

- But he didn't change my life.

You did.

I really wish we had more time.

- Me too.

- There's just so
much I want to know

about time travel
and the future,

but mostly
about you and your life.

- This is my life.

I can't get home.

I just keep leaping.

And I meet all these
amazing people through time.

But I never see them again.

- Except me.

You don't really think
this is the last time

you're going to see me, do you?

- [sighs]

- OK, I want to know one thing,
future boy, just one.

Oh, come on.

- [chuckles]
All right, OK.

One question.

Go.

- What's your name?

[soft music]

- You could ask me any
question about the future

of human history,
and you want to know my name?

- Correct.

- It's Ben.

Ben Song.

- Well, Ben Song,
I'll see you later.

- I like your confidence.

- It's my theory,
electromagnetism

between two polarities.

I'm moving forward in time,
and you're moving backward,

creating a magnetic field
that brings us--

* *

[soft music]

* *