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And so, Dr Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life,

striving to put right what once went wrong

and hoping each time that his next leap...

will be the leap home.

Activate the time machine.

Stand by the time accelerator.

Uh...uh...

Standing...by. Activate...

now!

Oh, boy.

Hold on, Future Boy. We seem to be experiencing a lot of cosmic turbulence today.

You'd better deploy the anti-asteroid shields.

What? The asteroid shields.

They're next to the thermal reactor switch.

Thermal reactor switch? The red button on the end.

Disengage...time activator.

Disengaging time activator.

Now!

Let's take a look at the future.

Agh! Future Boy! Your equilibrium must've been all shook up

because of all of that cosmic turbulence.

Are you OK, Future Boy? Are you OK?

Yeah. Yeah, I think so. Oh, good. Good.

Ow! Ow!

Right.

Let's activate our shields of invisibility.

So we can't be detected by any futuristic

lifeforms. Ready?

Activate...now!

(SQUEAKS AND RUMBLES)

Psst! Psst!

Psst!

Golly, Captain Galaxy.

(STILTINGLY) Where the heck are we?

This sure doesn't look like any place I've seen before.

(BOTH READ AT ONCE)

According to my uh...gyrograph...

Yes.

We are aboard a futuristic cruise ship

in the year...1987.

(1987.)

Leaping lizards. That means we've jumped

30 years...into the future.

(That makes this '57.) That's right, Future Boy.

Now. Let's explore the spaceship

so that we can give our time cadets

an opportunity to see what the future...

holds in store...for them.

Great idea, Captain Galaxy.

I say that, if they try to invade,

we give them a dose of their own gamma rays

and reduce them to neutrons. (LAUGHS)

(STILTINGLY) Holy smokin' retro rockets,

Captain Galaxy. Is this the way that things are going to be

in the future?

This is not the future, time cadets.

Only one man's distorted view of it.

Oh, my God. You're doing it again!

(GIVES AN INDISTINCT ORDER)

It will be a time of great social and technical advancement.

We will see an end of disease, war and hunger.

Isn't that right, Future Boy?

Uh...uh...

Yes. Yes, that's right...

Captain Galaxy. And...

it may be a bumpy flight, but...

working together, mankind...

will take a giant leap

closer to the things you're describing.

But there'll always be more things to do.

Well said, Future Boy.

No problem is too difficult to solve.

As long as we remember to ask ourselves the right questions.

And speaking of questions.

Let's take a look at today's spacemail before we time-leap out of here.

Here we go, Future Boy.

The letter, Future Boy.

Please hand it to Captain Galaxy.

Thank you. Thank you.

Now. Today's letter is from little Davy Chase of Cheyenne, Wyoming.

And Davy writes,

Dear Captain Galaxy. If you and Superman got into a fight,

who would win?

Well, Davy. Captain Galaxy and Superman

would never get into a fight.

First, because we're good friends.

And second, because violence doesn't solve a thing.

But thank you for your letter. And remember to tune in tomorrow,

when Captain Galaxy...

And Future Boy. ..blast off for another adventure in time.

Until then, I'll see you...

in...the future!

We're clear. (TWO RINGS OF AN ALARM-LIKE BELL)

What the hell do you think you're doing out here?

That was stupid. Who told you to do that stunt? I didn't write that.

Well, I uh... Has the whole world gone crazy?!

Just because the Russians put a satellite in space

doesn't mean you two get to go into orbit too!

I don't want these kids growing up thinking the future holds only violence.

Don't be ridiculous. Kids love violence.

Because we tell them to love it.

We...should be teaching them to dream.

To see the future for its possibilities, not its limitations.

When you...write me a script like that,

I will shout it...from the rooftops.

I swear, I... I swear, if the kids didn't love him, I...

You talk to him.

You tell him, any more screw-ups, he's gone.

Kids or no kids! You got it?

Got it.

Hey, Kenny.

I got you some ice for your ankle.

Oh. Oh, thanks. I appreciate that.

Yeah. How is it?

Uh, it...it's OK.

All right. I'll see you later.

All right. OK. Thanks.

I don't believe this.

Born to play the role...

Stein is incandescent as Macbeth.

In a towering performance,

the actor makes all who came before him pale in comparison.

Unbelievable. (DOOR OPENS) I thought so too.

A long time ago.

But that's bad luck. Bad luck?

You mentioned the Scottish play.

I'm sorry. But...

This is great. You've had an unbelievable career.

I mean, Mac-

The...Scottish play? Right.

Uh...Hamlet, Othello.

Captain uh...Galaxy (!)

Well... Hey. Nobody can say you don't have range. Right?

That hurt? Well...it's just a little sore.

Not as sore as Ben Harris.

I hope you didn't let him get to you back there.

No. I just don't think he likes you changing his dialogue. Dialogue?

Shakespeare wrote dialogue.

Ben Harris writes 'television' (!)

Aren't you afraid of losing your job?

It doesn't matter. I won't be here that much longer anyway.

Where are you going? (KNOCK ON DOOR)

To the door.

Dad? Irene! I just wanted -

How come you can never find a time machine when you need one?

Aren't you gonna let her in?

Dad! We need to talk!

There's a peculiar grating tone to her voice. Don't you think?

Dad!

Don't tell me. Let me guess.

You've been invited to a costume party...

and you're going as a baked potato (!)

What happened to your leg? I just twisted my ankle a little.

You did? What...what happened?

Huh? What do you mean? Somebody die?

Did somebody d- Oh. Oh, you mean my suit. Oh.

No. No. I have to make a court appearance.

My third wife is suing me... No.

Fourth? Fifth? My fourth wife

is suing me for more alimony payments

and the lawyer says it'd be better if I appeared a little...

Grown up.

No, boring. Which nobody could accuse you of being.

What's the FB stand for? Future Boy.

Future Boy?! (LAUGHS)

That's good. You think I'm bad, wait till you see my partner.

Captain Galaxy. I bet he looks like another small potato.

(LAUGHS) Where am I, Al?

All right. Yeah.

Uh... Oh, St Louis.

October... 1957.

How'd you know that? I'm Future Boy. Remember (?)

Actually...you are a young act.

Or...

Actor.

Young actor named Kenny Sharp.

October 6th. We just missed the Sputnik launch!

You should've leapt in two days ago.

Al, what am I here to do?

Race a speeding bullet? Leap over a building in a single bound?

Well, according to Ziggy, there's a 96.2% chance

you're here to save the life of another act...or named Moe Stein.

Captain Galaxy? What happens to him?

Well, sometime after twelve noon tomorrow,

he apparently gets killed trying to hop a southbound freight train.

Hop a train?

Oh, come on, Al. That's ridiculous.

I mean, wait till you see this guy. There's no way he could hop a...

OK. Even if that's what happens, this is great. This is an easy leap.

All I gotta do is keep him away from the train yards. No.

Ziggy says the only way you can save this...Moe

is by having him committed to a mental institution.

Oh, come on, Al.

I'm not gonna leap in here to save a guy's life

and then watch him be thrown into a mental institution.

Now, that is insane.

Well, maybe he's crazy. Oh, come on!

He's 65 years old.

I mean, who in his right mind is gonna start riding the rails at 65?

You would - if there were a cute girl on board.

Oh. Yeah, well...

Yeah. I would. But according to Ziggy,

his daughter tries to get him committed,

he runs out on the hearing and that's when he gets killed.

Well, that proves that he's sane.

Because only an insane person would calmly sit by

and watch himself be committed. Right?

Well...maybe he gets committed for his own protection.

No. Al, come on. We don't know that this guy is crazy.

Right? I mean, look at me.

I'm standing here, dressed like a giant TV dinner, talking to a hologram.

Now, what does that make me?

Eccentric. And maybe that's what Moe is.

Maybe he's the kinda guy who just marches to the tune of a different drummer.

We all know people like that.

You and I both do. It's not a crime.

Dad? I am talking to you!

Will you come back here?

Maybe the real problem is not with him.

Maybe the real problem is with Irene.

I'm going to have to talk to Dr - No doctors, Irene!

I'm not gonna talk to any doctor!

Look. Another 24 hours and everything would've been OK.

Now, look. Would you take her outside, buy her a soda?

Just give me enough time to get out of here. And Kenny?

I'll let you read the spacemail tomorrow.

Now, come on. Do me this favour. Just buy her a small one.

Good.

That's it.

Hello. Who are you? Kid Comet (?)

No. No, I'm uh...

I'm Kenny Sharp.

I play Future Boy on uh... your dad's show.

It's Mrs Kiner.

And I don't know what the two of you are up to, but it's not gonna work.

Uh...Mrs Kiner? I'm sure that...

your father would like to talk to you more, but...

right now he's feeling a little indisposed.

My father has been indisposed for over 30 years.

And I am not gonna put up with it any longer.

You think the answer is to have him committed?

I don't want to. I just don't have any choice.

You could leave him alone.

Kenny...

My father is a sick man.

He may not look it, but he is.

You see, Sam? I told you.

Look. All he did was change a few words in a script.

Two months ago, he lost control of his car.

It jumped a kerb, crashed through a fence and nearly ended up in a fountain.

He was day-dreaming. It's lucky nobody was killed.

Could've just been an accident.

Two months earlier, I got a call in the middle of the night

because he'd almost burnt down his house.

I drove ten hours from Milwaukee to get here.

Turns out he was distracted. He had left some soup on the stove.

Mrs Kiner?

Mrs Kiner.

If you feel someone should watch your father,

maybe it should be someone from his own family, instead of an institution.

That's impossible. I don't have a relationship with my father. We...

(SIGHS)

I don't know why I'm telling you this.

Maybe because I'm listening.

When I was a kid growing up, it was like I didn't have a father.

He was always out on the road doing a play or a film or something.

The only contact we had was with penny postcards or...

collect phone calls.

Must've been rough.

When I was 17, my mother died.

She loved my dad... even after all he put her through.

But before she died, she made me promise that I'd take care of him.

By putting him in an institution?

I have my own family now. I can't be responsible for him any more.

Look. I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you.

He didn't even come home for her funeral.

Gee. That's kinda low, isn't it?

Look. Maybe at the time...

it was too painful for him.

I mean, maybe he felt so guilty...

about not being there for so long that...

that to come home then for your mom's funeral would've been wrong.

He still should've come. You're right.

And I know you're angry.

But sometime in your life...

you have to find a way to let go.

For yourself.

And then maybe sometime...

..you can find a way to start over.

I think you're getting to her, Sam.

Hey, Kenny. I've been looking all over for you.

You've got a live spot to do.

Ben's gone crazy. He said if you aren't back in five minutes, don't come back at all.

Well, don't let her go. Will you just wait here?

I'll just be a couple of minutes. Come on, Kenny!

We don't have anything else to talk about. Just make sure he gets this.

You give it to him. Maybe you can catch him.

I don't know why you're so concerned about what's up with me and my father, but...

it's really none of your business.

So...just leave me alone.

Come on, man!

Where the hell is Mr Scrub-O?! Here he is.

(SQUELCHING)

Hurry up! Hurry up! I have to do everything around here.

Come on, come on. Turn him around!

Turn him around!

Give him the box. Come on. Come on!

Give him the box!

Boy, if only the guys at MIT could see you know.

Five, four,

three, two. (MOUTHS SILENTLY)

(MUSICAL INTRO)

♪ Mr Scrub-O cleans pots and pans

♪ You don't have to ruin your beautiful hands

(SAM MAKES AN ATTEMPT AT THE TUNE)

♪ Scrub, scrub, scrub so your hands won't stink

♪ I'm Mr Scrub-O

♪ The housewives

♪ New best friend ♪

I should've stayed in radio.

And we're clear. (TWO ALARM-LIKE BELLS SOUND)

You know, I think De Niro started this way (!)

(HOLLOW LAUGH) Maybe it was Soupy Sales.

Thought you had a date with an ex-wife who needed some money.

She postponed it a few hours.

Her Mercedes is in the shop (!)

Does Ziggy have any idea what's in that letter Irene gave me?

Well, it's most likely an order to appear in court tomorrow.

Apparently, Moe didn't show up

for a meeting with a court-appointed doctor named Dr Sandler for an evaluation.

And that pretty much settled the case in his hearing.

OK. So we just get Moe to meet with this Dr Sandler and prove he's not crazy.

But you can't change a leopard's spots, Sam.

I'm not talking about changing his spots, Al.

I'm just trying to make him a little more presentable.

To keep Moe out of trouble, I was going to have to change his image.

And if his yard was any indication,

I had my work cut out for me.

I wasn't sure changing the spots on a leopard

might not be easier than making Moe appear...normal.

Hello?

Mr Stein?

Uh...Moe?

Larry, Curly (?)

Moe?

Ahem!

Sorry. I...I knocked. I guess you didn't hear me.

I was in the basement.

It's underneath the house.

Yeah.

Did Irene send you, or is she lurking somewhere outside?

No, no. I came alone.

She's worried about you, though.

She told me about the... hearing tomorrow.

I guess...this is the summons.

You know, a lot of people thought Einstein was crazy.

But they didn't uh... try to lock him up.

Listen. Moe, I know you're not crazy.

But why don't you just meet with this Dr Sandler so he knows it too?

I don't need to meet a doctor.

All I need is another 24 hours.

Why do you keep saying that? Don't you understand I'm here to help you?

Sooner or later, you'll have to face this thing.

Time is not gonna stand still.

I wanna show you something.

When I was young, my uh... passion was trains.

I couldn't get enough of them.

I even memorised their timetables. I do the same thing.

Whenever anything went bad, I would just...

imagine that I could jump on a train and go anywhere I wanted to,

to any time I wanted to.

But now...I've got something better than a train.

I've got a time-onometer.

What is it? It's a time machine.

Uh...you're sure it doesn't make cappuccino (?)

When I started playing Captain Galaxy, I became fascinated

with the thought of actually being able to travel in time.

I began to read everything I could about it.

Heisenberg's theory of indeterminacy.

Planck's hypothesis of discrete units.

Einstein's theory of relativity.

Yeah, but when you say time machine, you mean a time machine like...

like on your show, right?

The show? No, no, no. That's fantasy.

This is real.

Look.

Time...is like...a piece of string.

One end of the string is birth, the other is death.

You put them together...

and your life is a loop.

Sam, that's your theory!

If I can travel fast enough along the loop,

I will eventually end up back at the beginning of my life.

He's almost got it.

Uh...well, let me ask you.

What would happen if uh...

you would ball the string, right?

And then each day of your life...

..would touch another day.

And then...

you could travel from one place on the string to another,

thus enabling you to move back and forth within your own lifetime.

Maybe. That's it.

That's it!

Then I could actually - Quantum leap?

Quantum leap.

I like that. I like that a lot.

Did everybody get their Captain Galaxy wings?

ALL: Yeah!

How about a round of applause for Sid Cranston, owner of Cranston's Roller Palace?

(APPLAUSE)

OK, OK. How many of you watch Time Patrol?

ALL: Me! All right, then.

How about a big time cadets cheer

for those two super time travellers,

Captain Galaxy and Future Boy!

(CHEERING)

Greetings, time cadets!

ALL: Hi!

(CHEERING)

Hi, kids.

ALL: Hi!

All right, time cadets. Now. Who has a question for...

Captain Galaxy and Future Boy?

ALL: Me!

How about you?

What kind of things will there be in the future?

Well. Why don't we let Future Boy answer that question?

Uh, well, there'll be a lot of kinda new things in the future. There'll be

cable television...

computers in every home,

uh...microwave ovens...

portable phones...

and uh... Oh. Men on the moon.

Men on the moon. Yes.

That's good. That's real good.

Thank you. All right. Now. Who has another question?

ALL: Me!

How about you?

Can you really travel back in time?

Yes, son. I can.

Could you go back two weeks?

We can go anywhere at any time.

Could you go back and lock the gate at my house

so my dog won't get out and get killed?

Yes. Yes, Captain Galaxy could do that.

In fact...about a week ago...

we were on one of our time travel...trips

and we stopped off in Doggy Heaven.

What is your dog's name?

Tiger. Tiger.

Tiger. I think we saw... We met a Tiger.

And Tiger had a message for you. And the message was...

He's very happy.

And he misses you.

And...it doesn't hurt.

And speaking...of happy,

what do you say if for the next two hours

all the popcorn and soda...is free!

ALL: Yeah!

He-hey! He-hey!

I should've told him the truth.

I should've told him I'd close the gate.

But that wouldn't have been the truth.

It would've been by this time tomorrow.

Moe. You've gotta stop talking about this time-onometer stuff.

Why? Because of Irene and that doctor?

Yes! Now, I want you to meet him.

Just talk to him, OK? I'll go with you.

We can call Irene.

That won't be necessary.

Irene. Moe was just telling me

how much he was looking forward to meeting with

Dr...Scanlon. Sandler. Sandler.

Right. Is that true?

No. I'd rather have a tooth drilled without Novocaine.

But he's still willing to give it a shot.

Trust me. Besides, in a day, you'll be gone. So what do you care?

OK.

Fine.

Good. I'll see if he's available tonight.

We'll meet him in his office. No, no office.

I won't be treated like some sort of crackpot.

OK. All right. What do we say we get a neutral site?

How about dinner at some restaurant? My house.

No! OK.

No problem.

Thank you for this meal we are about to receive.

Amen.

Well. This is all...

very...

very, very nice.

And...I think...

not everybody realises how hard it is

to whip up such a meal on such short notice.

Don't you agree, Dr Sandler? This is very impressive.

I can hardly wait to see what Moe's made for us.

It's a chicken.

An upside down chicken. It's an old family recipe.

Mr Stein. At the risk of offending my own dear mother, God rest her soul,

that is the finest roast chicken I have ever had. It is so moist and tender.

(LAUGHS) It's all in uh...your bird...

placement.

(LAUGHS)

Bird placement!

I'll have to remember that. (ALL LAUGH)

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

Anybody want any coffee? I'd love some.

I'll help you. (ALL TALK AT ONCE)

No, no. That's all right.

The doctor and I can manage.

Thank you. Let me get your plate.

After you, Doctor. Thank you.

(Moe, Moe!)

He's doing pretty good, don't you -

Nice picture.

Oh.

We had a few good moments.

Whenever he'd come home from the road, he'd always bring lilies.

He's doing great, don't you think?

An upside down chicken is not my idea of doing great.

Can't you at least give him credit for trying? Is that what you want? No.

No, I want you to hold off on this hearing.

Spend some time with him. It's not too late to get to know him.

I already know him.

And I can't keep spending my life worrying that

every time the phone rings it's somebody calling to say he's hurt himself.

He loves you, you know.

Did he tell you that? Well...

No. But...he wants to.

What, with postcards? Irene...

your dad loves you.

And I think you love him too.

You're just too...full of the past to realise it.

You don't know anything about my past.

I know that if you don't stop feeling sorry for yourself,

you'll never get to know your dad.

It's not too late. Let's take a look at your time machine.

Well, it's not real pretty. I was never much for design.

Well, this could be very interesting.

Wow! Well!

Where are you gonna go in this... time-onometer of yours?

Anywhere. Any time.

Backwards, forwards.

Long trips or short.

Well, what do you mean uh...

short trips?

Let's say it's uh... it's Friday at 8:00.

And you want to go back to Wednesday at 10:00,

because you missed your favourite television programme.

(CLANKING)

Away you go. Dad.

Shut this thing off!

Don't worry, honey. I'm just charging the cap-

(BANG, AND IRENE SCREAMS)

Moe? Come on, Moe.

(SECOND BANG, AND IRENE SCREAMS AGAIN)

Turn this thing off!

I can't. It's on internal power.

(SERIES OF SMALL EXPLOSIONS) Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

(FURTHER EXPLOSIONS)

Yes, well.

I think I've seen enough (!)

Oh, what have we got here? A new breed of guard dog?

At least she didn't take the shirt off your back.

No, no. She dropped her demands.

How did you manage that?

Well, let's say we...

examined each other's briefs and decided to call it even.

How'd it go with the doctor?

Great. Till he blew up the basement,

nearly taking Sandler, Irene and me with him.

You see? Maybe it'd be safer if he was put away. No.

Now, listen. I don't know why I didn't think of this earlier.

Moe is me.

You mean, woe is me. No.

Back when I started Project Quantum Leap,

the government tried to shut me down because they thought I was crazy.

But I wouldn't let 'em. YOU wouldn't. Why?

Because we believe in our work. But that time machine of his is loony.

It's a 2,000lb toaster!

It doesn't matter. The point is, Moe believes in his work.

And he's on the right track.

He's just 40 years ahead of his time. But he still gets killed.

So you've gotta put him away, Sam. I'm not giving up, Al.

I got a plan. Hi, Kenny.

Oh...sorry I'm late.

This plan I gotta see.

What do you think you're doing? I was just repairing the machine.

Don't worry. The damage was only superficial.

I'm not talking about that. I mean that! Oh. It's a pyramid hat.

It generates positive energy. Moe.

You just don't get it, do you?

These people wanna lock you up, put you away. That won't happen.

How do you know? Because I'm not crazy.

Besides, the machine's ready to go and I'm leaving after the hearing.

Just wanted to say goodbye. Should've hired you a lawyer.

I want you...to argue my case. What?

I can't. I mean...

I'm...I'm just an actor. So?

You'll act. Like a lawyer.

Moe.

So in conclusion, and after much careful consideration,

it is my professional opinion that Mr Stein would be best served

by his enrolment in a mental institution.

Enrolment?

Sounds like they're gonna send Moe to college.

Mrs Kiner, I know this is a difficult question for you to answer.

But...do you believe your father needs psychiatric care?

Well, he...almost burnt down his house two months ago.

And there has been... irrational public behaviour.

And he almost blew himself up last night.

Blew himself up?

He was experimenting with a time machine in his basement.

Your Honour, what a person builds in the privacy of their own basement has nothing to do -

Mr Sharp. As Future Boy,

I'm sure you've already seen in your crystal ball

that I am gonna give you an opportunity to speak.

So you don't mind waiting for it, do you?

No, sir.

Crystal ball!

And they think I'm nuts!

Your Honour, I don't think my father is in touch with reality any more.

And I'm afraid he's gonna get hurt.

Thank you.

Now, Mr Sharp.

Thank you, Your Honour.

Uh...

Mrs Kiner. You were telling me that when you were young

your father was away from home a lot.

How did you feel about that?

Well, I...I would've liked it to be different, if that's what you mean.

But I don't think that's - You promised your dying mother that you would take care of your dad.

Well...yes. But I don't think that that's what this is about.

I have a responsibility here.

God - he almost killed us all last night.

Your Honour, Mr Stein was simply conducting a scientific experiment.

You can't call that crazy. I mean...

Was Columbus crazy?

Or...or the Wright brothers?

Neil Diamond? Armstrong! Armstrong.

Who? The first man to set foot on the moon, knuckle-nose!

Oh, sorry. You didn't know about that.

The point is...

Mr Stein is not insane.

What about that thing in the basement?

You don't actually believe he can travel in time, do you?

Well...

What I'm trying to say there...

I got six more out in the car. Great. Thanks.

Your Honour.

A man is judged to be insane if he behaves outside the norms of society.

But who is society? We are.

Plus the thousands upon thousands who work and live around us.

Now these...are just simply some of the fan letters

that Captain Galaxy, Moe Stein, gets every day.

Everyone who writes one of these letters believes that Captain Galaxy,

Moe Stein, can travel in time.

Society believes the same thing that Moe Stein does.

So, either thousands of people in society are crazy...

..or Moe Stein is sane.

Now, I do admit that Mr Stein did try to build a time machine.

But if you had sat there 12 years ago

and told me the Russians would be the first ones to orbit a satellite around the Earth,

I would've called you crazy. But two days ago, they did it.

So, who's to say that...

12 years from now say, 1969,

maybe men will be walking on the moon.

Or maybe...Moe Stein will be travelling in time.

Your Honour.

Moe Stein is a dreamer.

Are we gonna punish people for that?

Because if we are...

..you're gonna need a much bigger room than this.

Good, Sam. That was pretty neat.

Good.

Mr Stein.

Mrs Kiner.

It is a painful moment in any family when a division arises within it.

It's also a painful moment for the court

when it is invited to decided such matters.

However...here we are.

And, although Mr Stein appears to be rational

and in control of his faculties,

there is evidence that he may pose a threat

to himself and others.

Therefore, I'm going to recommend that he be confined for further evaluation

at Timothy Psychiatric Hospital.

For six months. Term to begin immediately.

You can't do that. I'm leaving in a few hours.

Don't you understand? I'm doing this for you.

Dad, you need help. Dr Sandler.

Would you be so kind as to escort

Mr Stein to Timothy? Certainly, Your Honour.

Come along, then. Don't touch me!

Moe. We can figure this out. I promise. No.

I won't let them lock me up. I've got too much to do.

Don't worry. Everything is going to be OK.

Agh! Mr Stein, get down from there!

Moe. Come on. Don't do this.

No. I have to. I'll see you in the future.

Moe!

What the hell is he doing?

He's going to get killed. No. No.

He's not going to the train yard. He's going home.

Have the police pick him up. No! Listen.

You say you wanna help him. Now's your chance to prove it.

It's your call. Mrs Kiner.

My car's out front. Let's go.

Oh, my God, you were right!

He's gonna kill himself.

Sam, hurry up, before he turns himself into a French fry!

Moe, get outta there! Why are you doing this?

Sorry, honey. I'm gonna fix everything.

Moe, come on! Now, get outta there!

Daddy?

(MACHINE NOISE INCREASES) I love you!

(ENGINE WINDS DOWN)

Of all the times it didn't work.

It didn't work.

All these years I...

It didn't work.

I wanted to...

to change things. I wanted to make it up to you.

I wanted to give your mother some lilies.

What are you talking about?

When this was written...

your mother was pregnant with you.

I was just about to...

give up the business... settle down.

And then you got that? All of a sudden,

these offers started pouring in - national tours, revivals.

The next thing I knew, 30 years had gone by.

Well, I want those 30 years back!

That's why you built this machine.

Crazy, huh? (LAUGHS)

An actor...in search of a bad review.

But I figured if I could change that one moment...

..I could change it all.

I could've been the father...

I never was.

The husband I should've been.

We could've been a family.

Oh, Daddy, we are a family.

We've got lots of time to make up for all those things.

Can I give you these?

Oh, Daddy!

I love you!

I love you too, Irene.

I love you very, very much.

Well, I see that we're just about out of time.

But...before we sign off today,

I'd like to make an announcement.

Captain Galaxy is going away for a while.

He's going back to see...

if he can find something...

he lost a long time ago.

But before we sign off, we have time for one last letter.

How come you're not out there?

Oh, I figured that he deserved to answer the last letter by himself.

Yes. Guess I was here to...

get them together, huh?

Yeah, well, Ziggy had a... sloppy floppy on this one.

But it all worked out, didn't it?

Yeah. What happens to 'em? He goes to live with Irene,

spends the rest of his life entertaining the local kids

with tales of the future.

Today's letter is from...

little Sam Beckett in Elk Ridge, Indiana.

Sam writes...

Dear Captain Galaxy.

Could you please explain your theory of time travel to us?

Well, Sam. Our lifetimes...

are like a piece of string.

But...

if you roll...the string... up into a ball...

..all the days of your life...

♪ DISCO TRACK

OK, ladies! Let's hear it for the star of The Chippendales!

Rod...the Bod!

Oh, boy!

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