All language subtitles for Quantum.Leap.2022.S02E10.720p.WEB.h264-EDITH_eng

- Previously
on "Quantum Leap"...

- I was looking into her code,
and I found

something wrong with
the quantum processing chip

that your boss built for me.

It transmits data every time
that Ben leaps.

- My employer provided
a prototype under the condition

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

- You can't fix this
on your own.

You know who you need
to talk to, right?

- The hard part was creating
the software patch

to override your quantum chip

without my boss noticing
anything changed.

- What is it?
- Josh dies in 18 months.

- I have to tell Hannah.

- This is the last will
and testament of Salim Malek.

"Know all persons that I,
Salim Malek, being of sound

"and disposing mind and memory
and not acting under duress,

"menace, fraud,
or the undue influence

"of any person whomsoever,
do make, publish,

"and declare this
as my last will and testament.

First, to my eldest daughter--"

- Nadia. Sit.

- Very nice.
All right.

"First, to my eldest
daughter, Sarah,

"I leave this terracotta vase.

"May its fragile beauty
grace the happy home

you keep so well."

- Is this a joke?

- You know there wasn't
any savings.

Dad put everything
into his search.

- "Second,
to my fearless Dina--"

- It's Dean.
- "I leave my baseball glove

"and the homer you caught
when the Rebels beat

the Cats in '46."

That's nice.
- Dig it.

- "Third,
to my precious Nadia--"

- That's me.

- "May this ship send
you off with a message

of inspiration
as you head to university."

That's this here.

Let's see.

My condolences, truly.

- Great, Dad. Thanks.

Nothing to remember you by
but a bunch of junk.

- I'm not gonna listen
to you rant.

- You would defend him. I--
- Whoa!

* *

- I think Dad left us
more than junk.

Looks like some sort of map.

- You're getting married...

today.

- We know it is a bit sudden.

But, look, we'd really like
you all to be there.

- Yeah, I mean,
not to mention that eloping

saves us the trouble
of planning a wedding.

- But wedding planning's
my love language.

- That's sweet, Ian, but this
is more about their love.

- Look, I-I planned
a wedding once.

Once was enough.

This way, it can be low-key.

We can hit the courthouse
around 5:00,

grab a bite.

- Oh, I got a lock on Ben.

- Great.
- Let's go see where he is.

- All right.
I mean--

- Come here.
Thank you.

- Congrats.
- Thank you.

- Okay.

That went...well.

- Are you sure
I'm not rushing you?

- If there is one thing
that I have learned

from all of this, it is,

do not wait to live your life.

* *

- Looks like you got one too.

- Oh, my gosh.

- So with my two pieces
from the glove,

we have a full map.

- This is just across
the border.

- It's the treasure
of San Patricio.

Of course!
His last obsession--

the cursed jewels
of Saint Patrick's Cane.

- This was just another one
of his stories.

- Psst.

- You can't be taking this
seriously, Dina.

- Sorry, um,
I have to go tinkle.

I told you,
don't call me that.

- What happened
back there, Addison?

One more second, and I could
have saved Josh's life.

- I know.

But you know
the accelerator doesn't

let us choose who you save.

Yeah, I--

- I'm sorry.

- Okay, so what am I supposed
to do now,

find some buried treasure

or stop these sisters
from fighting?

- I'm not going
on a treasure hunt.

- Probably be easier
to find the treasure.

- You are Nadia Malek.

You are 17 years old.

And you just graduated
from finishing school.

Your father, Salim Malek,
was a Lebanese Christian

who escaped Turkish persecution

and immigrated here
in the '20s.

He then became a disgraced
literature professor

and spent his life chasing
treasure across the Americas.

Sarah is married with two kids.

And Dina just sort of
bounced around from job to job

until she disappears in Mexico
a week after the will is read.

And the family falls apart.

- Dina must be the key
to all this.

She went looking
for the treasure,

but she went alone.

- "I stand on cursed ground

before the path
well-concealed."

That sounds like a clue,
and it's in Dad's handwriting.

- Oh, please tell me
you're not serious.

You actually want to go looking
for this all by yourself?

- I'm in.

Um, I think Dina was right.

Dad left each of us
pieces of the map.

That must mean something.

- He's leading us
to the treasure.

Right?

- Yes.
Uh...

Given the location of each
of the portions of the map,

one could infer that
your father intended for--

- Dad wanted us
to work as a team.

We should all go.
- Nadia has a point.

And this is our chance
to finally go

on one of Dad's adventures.

- They weren't adventures.
They were fantasies,

and they ruined our family.

Dad left Mom
for weeks at a time.

And when she died, did he stop
to help and take care of us?

No.

Poor Nadia
barely even knew him.

- Mm, this is true.

- Sarah, the man just died.

- And you think I plan to leave
Douglas and the kids

to go follow in his footsteps?

- We're a family.

We have to stick together,
especially now.

- There is no way
you will get me

to go after
some worthless treasure.

It's hardly worthless.

- You know something we don't?

- Your father was
one of my best friends,

and I can stand here and listen
to you cast aspersions on him,

but the treasure
he sought is real.

- How much is it worth?

- If the jewels of
Saint Patrick were found today,

be worth around $40 million.

* *

* *

- You two better
be right about this.

* *

* *

* *

- Are we sure
this is the right town?

- Dos Estrellas.

It was two pueblos
that shared a river

until the Spanish put a dam in
and dried up the north side.

- Everything okay?

I know your looks.
Something's on your mind.

- Sometimes I forget
how well you know me.

Ben, I--
- Hey, shrimp, check this out.

So according to this,

the jewels
of Saint Patrick's Cane were

a bribe the Church took
to put in the dam

that killed this town.

And then a local priest stole
the jewels and hid them,

saying they were blood money.

- God, you sound just like Dad.

- Thank you.

- "I stand on cursed ground

before the path
well-concealed."

Maybe a graveyard?

- Do either of you have
any water?

This heat is drying me out.

- I told you to bring
a canteen.

What do you have in there?

- Makeup, heels,

something formal
in case we need it.

- I said to pack light.

- I'm not taking fashion advice
from you, Dina.

- It's Dean.
I've told you a hundred times.

Call me Dean.
- Maybe we stop for a drink,

uh, to plan our next move.

Huh, Dean?

There's a cantina
right over there.

- That is the first
sensible thing

anyone has said
since we got here.

* *

- I'll see what else
I can find on this place.

- "Cursed ground,
well-concealed."

Come on, Ziggy, please
just give me something.

- You're just working
on that clue so we don't have

to talk about Tom and Addison
getting married.

- Look, I-I know
that you're against it--

- Then you know wrong.

I'm happy for them.

Ben's traveling through time,
and you said

it would take years
before we can bring him home,

even with the DARPA code
we found.

- Yeah, true.
- So Addison deserves a life.

Tom makes her happy.

Does anything else
really matter?

Who are you,

and what have you done
with Jenn?

Rachel, hi.

Hey, um, wh-what do you--
what do you think this means?

"I stand on cursed ground

before the path
well-concealed."

- I don't have time
for riddles, Ian.

- What are you--what--
what are you talking about?

- He knows.

Gideon knows that there's
a mole.

He's having security search
everyone's office.

- No, no, no.
That's literally impossible.

- The man's got puppets
in every government agency.

The NSA comes to him
for encryption advice.

We were idiots to think
that he wouldn't find out.

- Okay, okay,
please, Rach, let's--

can--can we just take a breath?

I'll think of something.
- Well, think fast,

because once he finds me,
he finds you.

He finds everything, Ian.

What are these?

Tourist brochures.

I'd say they're proof
that Dad was a rube.

- Or a proof of how many people
believe the legend.

- Can you please stop?

Yes, Dad was not
a great father.

But can you honestly--

did the man honestly strike you
as a fool?

- Yes, and I think
he is making fools

of all of us right now!

* *

- So much for blending in.

- He's telling them
to leave us alone.

- Nadia, where did
you learn Spanish?

- Finishing school.

- You look like
you've come a long way.

I take it you need a room.

- No.
- Yes.

- Ye--mm.

- Family, yeah.
I totally understand.

Want me to put your bags
behind the bar till you decide?

- Yes, please.

- Um, no offense.
- None taken.

Ricardo Barragan
at your service.

This is my cantina.

So you all here
for the treasure?

- What makes you think that?

- Well, there's not much else
going on over here.

The cursed treasure
of San Patricio--

biggest hoax
I've ever heard of.

It was good
for business though.

- I told you that map
was worthless.

- Sarah.

- I've seen a lot of maps
in my lifetime.

You see that wall over there?

That is full
of treasure hunters.

I've actually got
a camera somewhere.

Hell, I could put
you up there too.

Me?

Maybe.

- Watch the satchel.

* *

Honestly, you'd think
after ending up with Douglas,

she would give up
on wanting male attention.

- He's that bad, huh?

- You know how he treats her.

Look at these guys.

Each of them
on their own quest.

- Hoping against all odds,

they'll find
what they're looking for.

- Thinking,
when I find the treasure,

I'm gonna change my life.

- Is that what you think?

- I'm searching
for the same thing Dad was--

a sense of accomplishment

and a sense I've made my mark.

You know how he was.
Never quite at ease,

never quite fitting in.

* *

- And what are we doing?

- Looking for Dad.

- There--there he is.

* *

- He looks so happy.

- I miss him.

- I...

miss him too.

- He's standing
in front of a well.

- "The path wellconcealed--"

gah, Dad and his puns.

- The well marks a turn
on the map.

- Now you're talking.

Let's find some treasure.

- Let me go get the map.

Hey, uh, do you have
the satchel?

- No.

- Uh...

- Nadia?

- Ricardo's gone.

And he took the map.

- How could you let him
get away with the map?

- It was in your satchel.

- Which I told you to watch.

But you were too busy flirting.

- I wasn't flirting.

Okay, hold on!

Let's just think
about this, okay?

It's not all that bad.

Ricardo's been here
forever, right?

There's no way he would just
run off with the map

if he didn't think
the treasure was real.

- Real, not real,
it doesn't matter now.

We can't find it
unless we have Dad's map.

So let's just see when
the next bus back to Texas is.

- Well, I can redraw the map.

- You can?
- How?

- I have a very,
very good memory

because of finishing school.

It's a course that--

Sarah, could you
grab me a brochure?

Dean, do you have a pen on you?

Great. Thank you.

* *

Ah, great.

So here's the center
of town, right?

There were some hills
over here.

- Uh, Dad drew the cane
up in the corner.

- That's right.
Uh, the well is

northwest of here
along this path.

And then I'll just add
some of Dad's clues.

"The path well-concealed..."

- Uh, my piece said,
"Snakes underground

hide the shamrock key."

- Uh-huh.
- Slow down.

Am I to understand that we're
heading into the desert

chasing a man
who's likely armed,

following a map
from Nadia's head?

- Sounds like
an adventure to me.

* *

- All right,
will you let me know

if anybody changes their mind?

Thanks.

Look, I left breadcrumbs
all across the dark web.

If anybody's up for hacking
Proteus's servers,

they'll ping me.
- But?

- The last person any hacker
wants to tangle with

is Gideon Rydge.

- God, I just--
I-I keep hoping that maybe

if I close my eyes
just hard enough,

it's all gonna go away.
- You went to Gideon

because it was
the only way to find Ben.

He was the only one with money

and access
to make the quantum chip.

- And now Rachel is going
to lose her job.

And she and I are
probably going to jail.

- It's time
for you to tell Magic.

- Mm-mm, mm-mm.
Absolutely not.

- What you can't do

is keep trying
to fix this yourself.

It's not working, Ian.

* *

- This is it.

Dad was right here.

- Question is,
where did he go next?

- The answer must be
in the second clue.

"Snakes underground
hide the shamrock key."

- Snakes?

Sorry, I'm not doing snakes.

- They snake underground.

- Nadia?

- The path is right here.

He wasn't talking
about literal snakes.

He was talking about
the tunnels underground.

- I found a rope.
- Great.

- Well, I am not
climbing down that.

As delightful
as this has been,

I have no interest in drowning.

Thank you.
- You won't drown.

It's dry.

- I hate you.

- Not bad.
Here you go.

- Thank you.

- Shall we?

* *

Don't suppose
you know which way?

- Not any better than you.

- No, but these stacked rocks
might be a signpost.

- This way.

- So about this treasure--

if Saint Patrick drove
the snakes from Ireland,

how'd his jewels end up
in Mexico?

- It's a metaphor.

Right?

- According to legend,
this bearded white man

arrived on the shores of Mexico
in an Irish rowboat

1,500 years ago.

Some say it was Saint Patrick.

But the Toltec believed it was

their feathered serpent god,
Quetzalcoatl.

And Dad's theory was that
the priest that stole

the jewels buried them
as an offering to Quetzalcoatl

to bring the water back.

- Well, clearly,
that didn't work.

So how long ago
did the water dry up?

- Seems like it's been a while.

- Who do you think it was?
- Treasure hunter.

But he didn't have Dad
on his side.

- Right.

This way.

* *

- It's a dead end.

- This tunnel's supposed
to go on for two more miles.

- There was a cave-in.

- Just when I was
starting to believe.

- Wait, you're not leaving?

- Is there another option?

- We have to figure out
the clue.

"Snakes underground hide
the shamrock key."

- Whatever that clue is for

is on the other side
of that cave-in.

- We don't know that for sure.

And what's the harm
in looking around?

Oh, I don't know,

another cave-in?

I know you had
a lot of faith in Dad.

But for once, can't you just
trust your big sister--

the person
who actually raised you?

- We do trust you.

We just need
a couple more minutes.

- You want to leave?

Leave.

We're staying, Sarah.

- Of course you're staying.

You don't have anything
to go back to.

- Excuse me?

- Ben, we gotta move.

- "Shamrock key."
"Shamrock..."

- You have it so easy,
acting like Dad, carefree.

I have a family.

Nadia has school.

- Sarah, stop talking.

- You don't have a husband.

You can't hold down a job.

You've never had to worry
about anything.

- Your world is so small,

hiding behind
your sewing machine,

judging everyone.

You wouldn't last
one day in my shoes.

And I couldn't live one day
in the hell you call a home.

- I got it!

It's a fake rock!

Sorry.

Sorry, what you're talking
about is really important,

but also "the shamrock."

We're not looking
for a four-leaf clover.

Think about Dad's last clue,
"well-concealed."

It's a play on words
just like--

- Sham rock.

It's a fake rock.
- Yes.

- God, that's bad,
even for Dad.

- Look for the rock that has

no earthly business
being down here.

both: "Shawshank Redemption."

You are such a nerd.

* *

- I got something! Listen.

- It's hollow.

Let's take it out.
- Okay, okay.

* *

- There's something else
in there.

Sarah, we need
your perfect ballerina arms.

- Thank you for noticing.

* *

- What?

- Look what I found.

- A sense of humor, apparently.

- I didn't think it was funny.

I thought it was funny.

Ladies...

Hate to ruin the moment.

- We're gonna need that key.

- Mr. Wells?

- Of course it's the lawyer.

- You set us up.

You knocked that ship
out of my hand,

knowing it would break.

- Hand it over, beautiful.

- Our father trusted you.

- Yeah, so he claimed.

And after 20 years
of friendship,

did he tell me when
he found his treasure?

No. He just lied about it.

Then he gives
his $40-million map

to his children
who can't stand him.

- 40?

You told me my half was 10.

- Well, you see,
that's 'cause I'm a liar.

- You didn't have to kill him!

- Now I need y'all to sit down
right here on the ground,

say, for about an hour.

After that, you can
release yourselves

on your own recognizance
if you like.

But I'll tell you this:

I see you at the church,

and I will have
to kill you all.

- But you still need us, Wells.

You need us because...
you don't know about the curse.

- There's no curse.
What are you--

- Not literally,
but there is a trap,

the Parting Tears
of Quetzalcoatl.

It's intricate,

and fatal if you don't know
how to disarm it.

We do.

Our dad showed us how.

- Ben, eyes on Dean.

- You were right.

Our father never trusted you.

He didn't trust anyone
except family.

- You didn't even know
about the map.

- We did know about it.
We knew it existed.

We just didn't know
where it was.

And we all solved the riddle.

So if you want to beat the trap

and enjoy a share
of the treasure,

you're gonna need us
to get you there.

- What kind of trap
are we talking about?

- This kind.

- Ben, this cave's
about to collapse!

* *

- Dean!

- I'm okay.
Where's--

- Dean?
- Over here.

- Oh, God.

No.

No.

Wake up.

Wake up, please.

Wake up.
Wake up.

Ow.

- Oh, you're okay.

Here, let's get this off.

- What the hell were you doing,
trying to get yourself killed?

- I was trying to make sure
Wells didn't get away

with this.

Oh.

Not that he's going anywhere.

Come on, let's get you up.

We're not going
anywhere either.

The whole place is caved in.

* *

- Found a way out.

- Think I see a way out.

Come on, this way.

You okay?
- I think I'm all right.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Are you okay?

- Thank you.

- I got you.

- Nadia, where are you going?

- I felt a breeze.

* *

- I still can't believe
you could feel that breeze

all the way down there.

I'm the one
with sensitive skin.

- Looks like a ghost town.

- Must be the other part
of Dos Estrellas--

the one that dried up
when the dam went in.

Wells mentioned a church.

I'm guessing that's
the last clue.

- There's a church
just up the road.

- "A turn for every season
of Guadalupe's flower."

What the hell does that mean?

- Oh, my God, are you okay?

* *

Are those bandages?

Are you hurt?

- Not exactly.

* *

It is a bandage,

but that's not why I wear it.

- Wow.

Transmasculine in the '50s.

I mean, I had a hunch.

But this is--

- Isn't that dangerous though,
binding with elastic bandages?

- Good eye.
Look at you.

But there weren't exactly
a lot of options back then.

Dean must feel so alone.

- I don't understand.

- When I wear this,

I feel more like myself.

- So do you want to be a man?

- No.

That's not it.

- Do you think it's shameful
to be a woman?

- No.

Being a woman is great
for some people.

But I'm not really
one or the other.

I'm just Dean.

Thanks.
- There you go.

You look badass.

- You two like the whole
"miss" and "ma'am" thing,

but that's not me.

And I'm--

I don't want to be "sir,"
necessarily.

I wish I had
better words for it.

- You know, my best friend

b-back at, um,
finishing school...

- They also feel the same way.

So they ask us to use
"they" and "them"

instead of "he" or "she,"
which is really binary.

- Binary like spy code?

- Yes, and also,
a binary is anything

with only two possibilities.

A light switch is either
on or off.

A person is either good or bad.

- But I don't think
that's true.

- Exactly.

So we need more possibilities
than binary.

Right?

My friend identifies
as nonbinary.

- I like that.

- So that's what you are,
nonbinary?

- I mean, I'm not only that.

But yeah.

Feels like me.

- But you're still my sister?

- I'm your sibling.

- Okay.

I can live with that.

Come here.

I love you, Dean.

- I love you too.

Thank you for listening to me
when I tell you who I am.

* *

- Well done, Ben Song.

- Uh, it only took
a treasure map and two bad guys

and almost getting buried alive

for us to finally be honest
with each other.

- I'm leaving Douglas!

both: What?

- I'm done staying
in an unhappy marriage

just because that's
what the world says

I'm supposed to do.

- Whoa.

- He's terrible to me.

He's terrible to our children.

And I thought
when we were dating that

once we got married,
it would fix what was broken.

But that's not how it works.

You have to be whole yourself

before you can
fill your life in.

And I've wanted to tell you
all day,

but I-I haven't been able to

because I knew once I said it
out loud that

it was really over.

And then I would just be alone.

- You will never be alone

because you're not
getting rid of us.

We're family,
and family is for life.

- Hopefully, a very rich life.

Can we go find
this treasure, please?

- Yes.

- Gotta steal my moment.

God.

* *

- Found something.

Bring me the key.

- Oh.
- I can't believe it.

* *

- Come on.

What's the last clue?

- "A turn for every season
of Guadalupe's flower."

- Who's Guadalupe?

- I think she's watching
over us right now.

The Virgin Mary.

Locals saw her as a symbol
of Mother Earth,

the goddess Tonantzin.

- Four petals, four seasons.

- Four pieces of the map.

- One turn left for each of us.

* *

- May this treasure
bring me a future.

- May this treasure
help me find my place.

- May this treasure...
always keep us together.

* *

- We did it.

- Here, hold this.
- We did it.

- Wait, there's something
on the door.

It's not from Dad.
I think it's in Spanish.

Nadia, can you translate?

- "Fortune unleashes
a flood of condemnation."

* *

How far away is the dam?

- About a mile. Why?

- How should I know?

- Because every dam
has spillways,

and I think we just opened one.

Everybody, run!
Over there!

- Nadia!
- Go!

Go! Go!

* *

Run!

Get behind this rock!
Get behind this rock!

* *

Hold onto each other!

You okay?
- Are you okay?

Everyone okay?

- Okay. Good.
- Are you okay?

- Good. We got it.

This is safe.

I have the chest!

I have the chest!
We did it!

- Here, here, here. Just--
- Huh?

- Just put it here.
- Okay.

* *

- So the--
the Parting Tears thing.

You knew there was a trap?
- No, I made that up.

- You were pretty spot-on.

Okay. Hold on.

I think I got it.

- It's empty.

- What?

- No.

I-I don't understand.

- Someone must have beaten us
to it and taken the treasure.

- No.
No way, I--

Dad wouldn't have had us come
all this way for nothing.

- There's got to be more
to it than this.

There has to be.

- Would he really do that?

- There's a false bottom.

- What?

"My beloved children,
if you're reading this,

"it means you followed my trail

"to the treasure
of San Patricio.

"Now you've found
what I found--

"the emptiness at the end
of a life not shared.

"It was only when I got here
that it hit me--

"the loneliness I felt
when your mother died.

"I wasted my life
looking for treasures

"and running from love
because I was scared.

"The real treasure is
at home with family.

Love, Baba."

- I wish he could have said
that when he was alive.

- Maybe he was scared.

- Or maybe he thought
we wouldn't listen.

- Well, we've listened
to everything else he said.

What do you say
we go home together?

Come along, shrimp.

- Uh--uh, I'll catch up.

I'm gonna say a little prayer.

- Okay.

* *

- Good job, partner.

Yeah. Good job.

- Are you going somewhere?

What do you mean?

- It just feels like
you're someplace else.

It feels like you've been
gearing up

to tell me something.

* *

- No.

Don't worry.
I am--

I am not going anywhere.

- Okay.

* *

- Hey, a buddy of mine
at City Hall convinced a judge

to stay a little late,
so if we leave now--

- I can't.

You were right before.

I did get caught up
in the moment.

I wanted you to sweep me away.

- But?

- But I just think
we both underestimated

what me being back here
would mean.

I--

I just need some time.

- This "time,"

does it also include space?

- I think it probably should.

Look, uh, you don't have--

Jenn has a spare room, so--
- No, no, no.

I-I need to head back
to D.C. anyway--

- N-no, Tom, you really don't--

- No, no, I think I do.

* *

I knew I was rushing you.

I knew it.

But the more time
you spent in the past,

the farther apart things fell
here in the present.

I started to worry
about the future.

- This isn't about Ben.

- Well, you take that time.

I think you'll come
to a different conclusion.

* *

- Dear Hannah,

by now, you'll
have married Josh.

Tell him to check
his heart immediately.

He has a defect
in his right ventricle,

but they can fix it
before anything happens.

All my love, Ben.

* *

I need to ask a favor.

It's not gonna make sense,

and you can't ask me
about it ever again.

- Okay.

- Hold onto this.

And then mail it for me
sometime after May 1, 1970.

- Ooh. Who's Hannah?

- Sarah, please.

- You are just like Dad,
you know that?

He was right.

The real treasure is family.

Come here.

Actually, what he said was,

"The real treasure is
at home with family."

The real treasure is
at home with family.

Of course.
That's why I haven't leapt yet.

Will you help me get it down?

- I would love nothing more.

- Oh, careful.

- Uh--

- It was here the whole time.

Shall we?

Oh, my God.

* *

- It's not every day
you get to watch

a family hit the lottery.

- Speaking of family,
you get a chance

to talk to Addison since she--

- Came to her senses and
decided to push the wedding?

No.

No, I'm still freaked out
about Rachel.

I mean, I just--

she still hasn't
texted me back.

- Ian.

* *

- Oh, my God, there you are.

I've been so worried.
You okay?

- He's here.

* *

- She's fine.

I told her I wasn't upset.

I totally get it.

Water, bridge.

Jenn.

It's good to meet you.

I'm Gideon Rydge.
I'm, uh, Rachel's boss.

Wow. Look at this place.

This is something.

Ian.

It's good to see you.

* *