In 2017, the military gathered a small group
of scientists to try and bring the Quantum Leap
time travel program back online.
Five years later,
believing it was the only way to save his fiancée's life,
Dr. Ben Song risked everything
when he entered the accelerator
to travel back in time.
He awoke to find himself trapped in the past,
facing mirror images that were not his own,
and driven by an unknown force
to change history for the better.
Ben believed he would only need to complete 18 leaps
before he could return to the place
and people he calls home, but something went wrong.
Ben, no!
And for reasons unknown, Ben did not leave home.
[ethereal whirring]
[suspenseful music]
♪
[sighing] No.
[Ben shudders]
This can't be happening.
I was supposed to leap home.
I'm supposed to be back in that accelerator in 2023.
Addison!
Ian.
Jenn.
Magic.
Anyone?
♪
[knock at door]
Hey. You okay in there, Pérez?
Yeah.
I'm good.
♪
Wait, wait. Look at this. Look at this right up here.
- Uh-huh? - Shipping out of Germany.
Do you see that? - Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
So it would be hard
not to ascribe meaning to the point of origin, right?
Just because we picked it up from Germany doesn't mean
it came from Germany. - No, no.
[laughing] You're just gonna gloss over the fact
that the Nazis "collected" a lot of artifacts?
This... stop.
It's not what you think it is, man.
I'm just saying that this could be some sort
of deeply supernatural... - [sighs]
Level-ten occult,
ultra-powerful ancient artifact.
This is not a supernatural relic.
Okay, fine. What do you think it is?
I'm going to tell you what I think it is.
- The floor is yours. - Okay.
Taking into account all the variables
that you brought up... - Thank you.
Mm-hmm... I think that the only reasonable explanation
is that it's, uh, you know,
some sort of alien or extradimensional energy device
that our government just stumbled upon.
Were you thinking like Roswell?
Roswell's a hoax. Angel Fire, New Mexico.
That's where it all went down. - Oh, yes!
God, would you two please shut up?
Okay, Bailey, you don't care what's inside this thing?
No, I don't.
And if you were smart, neither would you.
Knowing secrets in the Air Force isn't cool or fun.
It just bites you in the ass.
All that matters to me is once we deliver that thing,
we get to climb out of this military purgatory
we've been stuck in for the past five years.
♪
So I think I got a way into this thing...
Go on.
That would look like we never tampered with it at all.
Interesting. [Bailey groans]
Oh, look, Bailey, something is clearly up here, right?
Let's go over some facts.
We have a secret crate, right? - One.
This is a commercial flight manned by the military.
Why is the Air Force keeping this so quiet, huh?
Oh, here's a big one.
Why, why do they have us posing as civilians?
I gotta know. - Gotta know.
♪
You two so much as touch that crate
and the Abrams family line comes to a bloody end
right here on this plane.
That thing is a ticket out of running dead-end,
long-haul supply missions.
If we land in New Delhi, hand it off,
you two get to go...
do whatever,
you get an honorable discharge, and you get to finally go home.
Isn't that what you've always wanted?
Yeah, it is.
Okay. Great, then.
All we have to do for the next couple hours
is nothing, literally stay out of our own way.
[alarms blaring]
What's that?
It's a SAM. Everyone strap in!
SAM as in surface-to-air missiles?
[missile whooshes past outside] - We're taking fire!
All crew, secure yourselves!
[all grunting]
- You okay? - That was close.
That was too close. [alarms blaring]
[missile whooshes]
[explosion and shouting]
[air howling] - We're hit!
We're going down.
I can save the plane!
I must be here to save it somehow!
[Ben screaming]
[tense music]
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[high-pitched ringing]
Hey!
[tense music]
Hey. Hey!
Pérez, wake up. - Addison.
Addison! Where...
♪
Where are we?
Somewhere in Russia, if I had to guess.
- Right, did we... - Yeah.
Yeah, we crashed.
♪
The captain!
Died on impact.
I, uh, pulled his body out from of the cockpit.
Help!
[dramatic music]
[crying in pain]
Oh, God, please help. He's pinned.
It's on wheels, so I thought I could move it, but...
It's thousands of pounds.
Oh, my God. Okay.
Uh, we need a lever and a fulcrum.
Ronny, I'm not going to make it.
No, no, no, gonna be fine. Listen, listen, listen.
You're gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine.
No, you don't understand. I'm not gonna make it!
Stop being dramatic!
They're right here. They're gonna help you.
Excuse me for being dramatic in the final moment of my life!
You're not making this easier.
Neither are you. You gonna help us, or what?
I'm gonna pull him when you do the thing.
Ready? Okay, give me your arms.
- Ready? On three. - Ready?
On three. One, two, three!
[all straining]
[screaming]
I gotta tell you something. It's weighing on me.
It's a betrayal. - Okay. Don't worry.
It's a betrayal, Ronny. I can't take to my grave.
W-what do you mean? What betrayal?
Ronny, come on. We need you.
- Yeah, okay, okay. - Come on.
Ronny, listen!
Ready? One, two, three!
[straining and creaking]
Ronny, I'm out! - You gotta get out of here.
Pull, pull! [screaming]
Okay. He's out, he's out!
Thank God! You saved me!
Yeah. Yeah, well that is a pretty bad cut.
We got to get this bleeding stopped.
Need to find the med kit in the cargo hold.
[metallic grinding]
[explosion, projectile whistles]
Okay. On it.
[Enock groans] - Hang in there, buddy.
Yeah, yeah. Don't look.
Sorry, just to pop in here real quick.
Okay, what was the thing that you were saying?
- What? - About the betrayal?
You don't take it to your grave?
What was that? Do you want to finish that?
What? I don't know.
I'm losing a lot of blood here. I'm not thinking straight.
[electricity zapping] - [yelps]
[metallic grinding]
Addison, I don't know if you can hear me,
but I could sure use an assist about now.
As far as I can tell, I'm in the middle of nowhere.
I can barely see, and...
[electricity zaps] [Ben yelps]
♪
The med kit. Thank you.
[metallic grinding, electricity zapping]
[Ben panting] - Pérez! Help me!
Please, please, help, help!
Hey! Hey, we got to get out of here!
Hey, the wing is on fire!
The engine on that wing is on fire
and this whole place is going to blow at any second!
This crate is my mission.
It is the most important thing that they have trusted me with.
I am not going to fail!
Addison, how much time do we have left here?
[explosion]
Okay, okay, I'll help!
♪
The pulley. Okay.
- You got it. Okay. Thank you. - Uh-huh.
One, two.
[both straining]
[wing creaking]
♪
Run!
♪
- You alive? - You okay?
♪
[radio static warbling]
[radio static warbling continuing]
[Grier sighs]
Should we say something?
About the captain?
I mean, none of us really knew him
even after all these years, so.
There must be some story.
No, it's okay. I'll... I'll do it.
[wind whistling]
He always loved his home state of Iowa.
He was from Idaho.
Well, I knew it was one of the I ones.
And it's not like you were saying anything.
I didn't want to say anything.
No, you just stood there like we shouldn't say anything.
That's exactly right, and we shouldn't have said anything.
He was a mean man.
He was always quick to bite your head off,
a very, very angry soul who, when it mattered most,
was able to get his plane down from 35,000 feet
and somehow keep his crew alive.
That's who he was.
His wife should have this.
[ethereal whooshing]
[soft dramatic music]
♪
[sighs] Big test today.
- Mm. - [sighs]
How's it all looking?
- Um, yeah, good. We're good. - Mm.
You're worried about her.
It's just a test. She's not in any danger today.
Well, I don't mean about today.
♪
You think when Sam got into the accelerator,
he knew he maybe wouldn't come back?
It's hard to say.
I just keep thinking about his wife and Al
and... - They all knew the risks.
Doesn't make it hurt any less.
No.
No, it doesn't.
In some ways, hard as it is to be the time traveler,
I think it's even harder to be the people left behind.
For them, there is no adventure.
Just the longing.
[Magic sighs]
Can you fix it?
Uh...
[chuckling] Yeah, this looks exactly like
one of the old radios I used to take apart
and Frankenstein back together when I was a kid, so yeah.
Uh, that is top-of-the-line Air Force communication tech.
It's brand new. - No, for sure.
Uh, it's metaphorically similar.
Metaphorically? How is that...
how is what you're saying a metaphor?
I can fix it no problem.
Uh, we could stop talking about it.
Right, okay.
Well, so we should probably get out of here.
What direction are you thinking, LT?
Oh, no. We're not going anywhere.
We're going to stay and keep that crate safe
and wait for extraction.
What?
Uh... [clears throat]
With all due respect,
we were in a civilian flight that got shot down
over enemy territory,
which means we're still in enemy territory.
Somehow they found out about whatever was in that crate
and either wanted it destroyed...
Or recovered.
Which means they're going to send someone here
to search through the wreckage, LT.
That's why we can't be here.
There's an aircraft carrier in the Arabian Sea on standby
in case anything goes wrong.
It'll come rescue us.
They're going to come here to hostile nowhere
for us, for this crew?
I seriously doubt that.
- LT. - Help me.
Do you think they gave us an off-the-books
mission because we earned it? - Stow it, Enock.
No, no, no.
They give us an off-the-books mission because
if something went wrong, we're disposable.
I said stow it!
Nobody's coming here, LT! Okay?
Nobody cares about a ragtag collection of washouts.
I am not washed out.
I didn't piss off a general like Bailey
or embezzle petty cash like Pérez
or... or smuggle contraband into Vietnam like you two.
- Unproven. - Allegedly.
I was top of my class at the Academy,
and the only thing that I did wrong was not be born a man.
They refused to give me a real mission until now,
so I'm going to protect that crate not just for me,
but for every other woman out there serving this country.
- Oh! - Here we go.
So we're gonna die 'cause of feminism?
No, thanks! I'm a big no thanks on that.
I'm your commanding officer,
and I say that we're going to protect that crate.
If you got a problem with that,
we can settle this without talking.
Okay, okay.
Let me just, um, okay.
It's going to take me about a minute
to get this radio working.
It's just a busted antenna.
Hey, do you know what's inside the crate?
- We're not doing that. - We're not doing that?
Okay, so all right.
Then I'll just find what I need from the wreckage
and I'll just MacGyver it back together.
MacGyver? What does that mean?
[sighs] Um...
uh, he was my uncle.
Yeah, so sometimes when I jerry-rig things
I like to say I MacGyver them sometimes.
You-you've got an uncle whose name is MacGyver?
Yeah, on my mom's side.
We don't have to dwell on it.
I'm gonna go fix this antenna now.
[quirky suspenseful music]
Set up a standard perimeter.
[suspenseful music]
[Ben sighs]
Addison, I don't know if you could hear me,
but I really... I... I thought my next leap
was going to take me back to you.
I'm...
I'm sorry. I don't know what happened.
Just, uh, trying not to be worried
that you haven't made contact yet.
But in better news,
big chunks of my memory are coming back.
So that's good.
Hard, too, to be honest,
because remembering more means missing you more.
[soft dramatic music]
I gotta make it home.
I'm gonnamake it home.
Just gotta figure out what I'm here to do.
I assume it's to keep everyone here alive.
So if I can get them to safety, can I leap?
Can I come home?
- You talking to yourself? - Huh?
No.
No, I'm just, uh, I'm just praying.
Praying? Thought you were an atheist.
Well, it felt like a good day to hedge my bets.
[chuckles] Fair enough.
I, uh, I noticed when you picked up the captain's ring,
it felt like something more was going on there.
[chuckles] You a shrink now?
Thought you were a radioman.
Well, right now I'm just one soldier
asking a fellow soldier if they're okay.
♪
I lost someone.
Someone I loved very deeply.
So I know that as time goes on,
and when all you're left with is the memories,
something real, anything real, even a ring,
becomes more precious than gold.
Take it in your hand, and you... - And you try and feel them.
I get it.
I'm... I'm engaged.
And, uh, I haven't been able to hold her or touch her
in a very, very long time.
I'd kill for something that would
make me feel connected to her.
Uh, wait. You're engaged?
Since when?
First you're praying, and now you're engaged?
Sure have been keeping a lot of secrets from us.
Did you just hit your head real bad?
[laughing] Yeah. I think I might have, yeah.
You know, there's not much to see up here,
so we should head back down.
What about that?
[tense music]
Could it be one of our guys?
Our guys would come in a helicopter.
We got company!
[tense music]
♪
[chatter in Russian]
♪
[sighs]
♪
[chatter in Russian]
♪
[dramatic music]
[straining and grunting]
♪
[hammer clicks] - Drop it.
[tense music]
♪
How many more soldiers are coming?
♪
How'd you know about the crate?
[Russian speech on radio]
Anyone know any Russian?
They're looking for an update.
It's a status check.
All right, how do we get them to give a status check?
[Ben speaks Russian]
[radio beeps]
[speech in Russian]
[Ben speaks Russian]
Hey, well, that bought us some time.
[tense music fading]
What? Oh, oh, I've been...
I've been taking some Russian night school
at night sometimes.
Okay, yeah. Never mind about that.
What did you say to them?
Uh, I... I said they couldn't find the crate
and the crew was dead.
Okay, so we should take their truck
and we should get out of here now.
Enock, I'm not having this conversation again.
The Air Force probably knows where we are.
We run, that changes.
Not to mention Pérez just bought us more time
for them to come rescue us. - Maybe.
Maybe bought us more time.
Maybe he didn't do the right protocol.
Maybe they know he's not one of their guys
and they're going to send more men.
All right, look.
Their truck has a half a tank of gas.
We should take it and be far away from here
before the second wave of Russians even shows up.
Where would you like to take it?
Okay, I just took a map off of one of these guys.
Look, look, look.
There's a radio relay base about 50 klicks from here.
I think... hey, Dr. Zhivago, what's that say to you?
Yeah, that's a radio relay station.
There it is.
If we get there,
you can interface our busted encrypted radio
and boost the signal,
contact that ship in the Arabian Sea, radio for rescue?
Yeah, I for sure can. That's a good plan.
The truck cannot take both us and the crate.
LT.
LT, we don't even know what is in the crate.
They didn't tell you what's in the crate
and you're the CO!
That doesn't seem a little bit weird to you?
The crate is the mission!
It is your ticket home! It is your redemption!
We are taking it. That is that.
You're defending something
you don't even know what's in there.
Look, look, look how close it is.
[voices fading out]
Let's take a break. Who needs coffee?
- Me, please. - Okay.
- Thanks. - Yeah.
- You have a crush on her. - Hmm?
No, do not. - Do not?
What are you, in the fifth grade?
Yeah, what are you in, the fifth grade?
Look, I just don't want to say the wrong thing
and make everyone feel uncomfortable
and just ruin it for everybody, so...
besides, she might not feel the same way.
So it's... you know, it's... it's...
I don't care.
Show him the thing.
Yeah, you're right, you're right, you're right.
The thing. - What's the thing?
Oh. [clears throat]
Well, I may have, in my spare time,
input some data about you two into Ziggy.
You did what?
Do you want to know what it says or not?
- Run it. - Okay.
[keyboard keys clicking] What is the probability
of success in an Addison and Ben romantic relationship?
[computer chiming]
- What? - 50/50.
I've never seen that before.
It just flipped a coin and it landed on its side.
What do you do with that?
This just made everything so much worse.
Okay, thank you so much.
No, no, hey, hey, look, look, over here.
Hey, maybe it's just Ziggy's way of...
of saying that you need to trust your gut.
You've got the strongest gut I know.
Oh, yeah?
Look, you just don't need to worry
about probability scenarios, okay?
Just worry about what your gut's telling you.
So what is it telling you?
[tense music]
Something isn't right.
Something about this is off, isn't it?
♪
Pérez?
No, no! - Yes.
Do not open that crate!
Pérez, I'm telling you right now.
- Pérez, I love you. - I am commanding you.
Get this side. [Ben grunts]
[dramatic music]
♪
[thunder rumbles] [Ben sighs]
I've been thinking if this cargo is so important,
why would they entrust it
with the people who they trust the least?
We were decoys.
Yeah, but decoys for what?
I don't know.
Pawns rarely know the insights,
what the kings and queens are thinking, man.
But if they have an important crate
they need to move to New Delhi...
The Russians find out about it.
The Air Force finds out the Russians know about it...
And send us decoys, cannon fodder.
The Russians shoot us down.
So the crate, whatever it is, gets through safely.
They told me this was a matter of national security.
They're not coming for us.
No one is.
We're on our own.
[dramatic music]
♪
- It's a courtesy thing! - Exactly.
That's what it... exactly.
They didn't even bother to ask us if we wanted to be decoys.
No, that's what I'm talking about.
They just assumed that we were too scared
or worthless to even say yes to this mission.
- Probably would have said yes. - Right, exactly.
Probably yes. - Probably.
I know Grier for sure would have said yes.
For sure Grier says yes.
- Right, LT? - Right?
You know what really pisses me off?
Not them. They're predictable.
I'm mad at myself for believing,
for allowing myself to think for a moment
that people like us, like me, deserve a second chance.
[somber music]
We're never getting back home.
Never.
♪
I know a thing or two about disappointment,
feeling like you can never get back home again.
Even before the SAM hit us today,
I was feeling defeated about being stuck.
So I know.
I know how frustrating,
how humiliating, how scary it is.
But my fiancé once told me that when all is lost,
the one thing you can do is get back up
and put one foot in front of the other.
[soft dramatic music]
♪
Pity party's over.
It's time to go. [upbeat bluesy music]
Yes, ma'am.
We are making it to that Russian relay station.
Hell yeah!
Have Pérez patch into their antenna, contact the fleet,
let them know that we're alive and that we need rescue.
Yeah!
I am not ready to give up. Are you guys?
All: No! - Let's go!
I think it's going to clear up.
We're oscar mike.
♪
♪ Well, I'm so tired of crying ♪
♪ But I'm out on the road again ♪
♪ I'm on the road again
♪ Well, I'm so tired of crying ♪
♪ But I'm out on the road again ♪
♪ I'm on the road again
♪ I ain't got no woman
♪ Just to call my special friend ♪
You know I'm going to find out eventually, right?
- About what? - About the betrayal.
I don't know what this betrayal is.
Would you stop it? I was not in my right mind.
I lost all that blood.
Ronny, I literally stand next to you 23 hours a day.
When would I have time to do anything?
You can do a lot in an hour.
Okay, you're insane.
Yeah? That's exactly what a guilty man would say!
♪
You're a natural leader.
You know that, right?
♪
Military service in our family goes back to,
I don't know, just about the Declaration of Independence.
That's all I wanted... was to do my part, you know?
To leave a mark.
You know, funny thing is Ronny was right.
If they'd just told me the truth,
that we were just a decoy,
I mean, hell, if they had told me
we were a straight-up suicide mission, I...
I would have said yes.
Because I believe in our country
even if it doesn't believe in me.
The work you're doing now,
in the future, a whole generation
will reap the rewards of someone like you,
women who laid the groundwork
and proved they deserve to be here.
I, for one, know someone who would love
to say thank you to someone like you.
Pérez, what the hell is wrong with you?
You don't know people from the future.
No, I... I meant if...
I think when we're back,
we should maybe get your head checked.
I think that crash did a little number on you.
- Yeah, I think so too. - Mm-hmm.
♪
[tires squeal]
[tense music]
Trip wire.
♪
This is the only road that leads
to the radio relay station.
Okay, Enock, Ronny, disable this.
Pérez, Bailey, fan out and keep a lookout.
Addison, can you hear me?
♪
Okay, this is the longest I've been in a leap
without seeing you.
Flying blind here, and I'm worried
I'm going to miss the one thing I need to see or say
or do to get these people home.
Please, I need you.
Guys, I found a landmine.
Where?
Do you see it?
No.
I'm standing on it.
- What exactly do you see? - Uh, I'm on a...
a pressure plate that's about two feet wide.
I assume the mine is dug deep right below it.
Okay, we will disarm it.
Lieutenant, those are basically impossible to disarm.
Basically impossible's not impossible.
No, now that it's armed,
any major weight variance, that's going to set it off.
Can we swap them out?
Like take the bags in the truck,
fill it with sand, have them replace him?
The bags are only going to weigh about 100 pounds,
and Bailey's 180?
What sort of variance does a mine have?
Look, probably a 20-pound difference and it goes boom,
so it's definitely gonna notice
an 80-pound weight difference.
♪
- Just get out of here. - Don't.
Just... - Get to the relay station.
Save yourselves.
You've all got people waiting for you back home.
I... I got no one.
That person I told you about, the one I loved and lost,
his name was Lieutenant Tom Miller.
[somber music]
They found out.
His... [chuckles softly]
His parents read Tom's diaries after he died and...
turned me in.
But, uh, his father's a general,
so I didn't get discharged.
I'd be too big an embarrassment for his son's memory,
so, um, I just got exiled here with you all.
♪
Well, if...
if this is the end, then I just, uh...
I needed someone to know that our love was real.
It was good. It was pure.
Now, maybe I get to see him again.
No, we're not leaving you here.
No way, Bailey.
We are getting you off that thing.
We don't leave people behind.
How, exactly, are we not leaving him behind?
[tense music]
It's gonna take us all.
What?
I have an idea, but it's going to take us all.
Okay, what is it?
Bailey is standing on a pressure plate, right?
If we just replace that pressure with the sandbags...
No, no, no, no. Like I said,
it's going to notice an 80-pound weight difference.
Yeah, but that's only if we just do a straight swap.
See, Bailey just weighs a little more than Ronny, right?
So we replace Bailey with Ronny,
Ronny with Enock, Enock with me,
and then me with Grier,
then... - Me with the sandbags,
and it'll slowly lower the weight on the pressure plates
and it won't trigger the mine.
That should work, right?
Wait, wait, wait. Stop, stop, stop.
So your plan is
for us to all take turns standing on the landmine?
You have a better idea?
♪
No. No, I don't.
Can't wait to explode with all of you.
Great.
Let's fill up the sandbags.
♪
Look at me. On three.
One, two, three.
♪
One, two, three.
Oh! [heavy breathing]
♪
One, two, three.
- One... - Uh-huh.
Two, three..
♪
[sighs]
♪
All: One, two, three.
[all cheering]
[The Rolling Stones' "Jumpin' Jack Flash"]
♪
Thank you, really. I... I don't know what to say.
You don't have to say anything.
Now, listen to me.
If you ever want to show your gratitude,
just a large donation to my favorite charity
would be fine.
That's me, by the way.
I'm the charity. [laughter]
Enock, think you can disable this tripwire charge?
Yeah. I was actually pretty close
before we took turns almost blowing up.
Get it disarmed. Take it with us.
Let's get moving. It's going to be dark soon.
Good work, team.
♪
♪ But it's all right now
♪ In fact, it's a gas
♪ But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash ♪
♪ It's a gas, gas, gas
[suspenseful music]
♪
Something doesn't feel right.
Yeah, it feels kind of overkill
for a communication antenna, no?
Right.
♪
Oh, my God, this isn't a radio relay station.
It's the SAM site.
This could be the very one that took us down.
Look, you said the map said radio relay.
You don't really want to correctly label a SAM site
on a map in case it falls into the wrong hands.
You know? Like our hands?
Okay, guys, this is bad.
You know, maybe not.
Oh, Pérez, I can't with your Pollyanna story.
No, no, listen.
If this was a radio relay,
all the guards would be above ground.
But this is a SAM site.
That means they're all in that bunker 50 feet underground.
I can get to it ways easier now.
That satellite dish is for radar.
Tracks the planes so the missiles know where to hit.
Yeah, but I can still patch into it
and send an SOS to the fleet.
I know it seems crazy, but this is easier.
♪
Okay, Bailey, escort Pérez to the dish.
You can patch in, make contact, and then we move out.
♪
[indistinct radio chatter]
Yes, sir.
Five klicks out, we can be there.
[indistinct radio chatter] No. Thank you, sir.
- Did it work? - Oh, it worked.
They're going to send a chopper right before dawn.
I have the coordinates. It's five klicks east.
Thank God.
Let's get out of here.
Okay, well, I just have to be careful here.
I don't want them to notice we patched in, so...
[indistinct radio chatter]
Wait, I somehow tapped into the radio feed.
Well, untap.
That's not a part of the mission.
- Oh, no. - What?
Did they hear you?
Did they hear our exfil coordinates?
No, it's way worse.
♪
Hey, did it work?
Yeah.
We got rescue coordinates. Five klicks east.
- Okay great, let's go. - Uh, I... I... I heard something.
I accidentally tapped into Russian transmissions.
Isn't that neat?
Tell us about it on the way, my man.
No, no, sorry, we can't... we can't leave.
After we left the wreckage
and the guys we captured didn't report back in,
they sent another group of soldiers.
They found the plane,
realized that the crate was empty.
They know we're a decoy.
Whatever plane we're trying to distract them from
could now be in danger.
Will be in danger.
The planes are already in Russian airspace.
The commander identified three new targets.
They're going to take out three more planes
if we don't do anything.
♪
We gotta save those planes.
Okay, how exactly are we going to do that?
'Cause we got a couple AK-47s and some handguns.
They got a cement bunker and who knows how many guys.
[suspenseful music]
We take out their satellite. It's their main radar.
They don't have air traffic without it.
We take out the dish, the planes are safe.
Again, how exactly do we do that?
Hey, radio man.
Huh? What?
I mean, well, good news is
we don't have to blow up the whole dish,
but we do have to blow up the control panel we just accessed.
What about the tripwire mine Enock disabled?
We brought it with us, right? - We did.
But again, Pérez, it's a tripwire mine,
which means we cannot detonate it remotely.
We have to do it manually,
which means we'd be way too close.
Not if we impact it with enough force.
- What? - No, no, no.
I... do you see what he's saying?
No, I don't get it. What?
This guy wants to mount a mine to the front of the truck
and then drive it into the control panel.
No.
Yeah, and I jump out before it'd hit.
That's the plan, at least.
No, no, we need the truck to get to the exfil site
that's five klicks away.
We can hustle on foot.
Through a minefield, apparently.
Yeah, well, we beat those before.
Are you serious?
Do you understand the statistical odds
of getting through a minefield once?
He does. I'm gonna break down the odds.
[voices fading out]
[Ben sighs]
[soft dramatic music]
Hey. We're going to get this.
Yeah, I just know Magic's under a lot of pressure
to meet certain goals by certain dates,
and I just... - Come on.
We're a time travel outfit.
Once you, uh, figure all this out,
you can just go back in time
and tell yourself how you did it.
Yeah, but what if it actually works
and you have to go back in time?
That's the mission.
Yeah.
Yeah, I know, but it just seems crazy, right?
That you have to risk your life.
That's the mission, Ben.
That's why they call it military service.
We dedicate our lives, and yeah,
we sometimes risk them,
in service of something greater,
a greater goal than any one of us could accomplish alone.
♪
It's my job.
And it makes me happy doing it.
I know, but what if we...
what if I lose you?
♪
Then you'll come find me.
♪
Hey, um, uh, do you want to have dinner tomorrow night?
Um...
I know this great Chinese place.
Yes.
I do.
♪
Okay.
One mile at a time. Keep walking.
Let's stay together.
We stick to... - No.
Is that where you want to live?
[shouts] You know...
♪
My fiancée... - Oh, with the fiancée!
Oh, this guy!
I don't even think she exists.
- I'm here for a reason. - She's not real!
You're just making this thing... - Everyone, shut up!
The funny thing is we have been so preoccupied
with getting ourselves out of purgatory
that we have forgotten
why we joined the Air Force in the first place.
To fly cool jets.
No, to help people.
Oh, to help people. Yes, of course. I'm sorry.
[dramatic music]
To help people.
We have been begging for an important mission.
We finally have one.
We have to stop those SAMs
from firing at three more cargo planes.
Pérez has an idea.
If anyone else has a better one,
please speak up now.
♪
Okay, great. Let's go.
♪
Oh, LT, I got this.
Yeah, I'm sure you do.
But you'll need some help out there if things get hairy.
Fire it up.
[engine turns over]
♪
[sirens wailing]
♪
What is that?
They trip a perimeter sensor or something?
No, no, that's a warning. They're about to fire a SAM.
♪
They're getting ready to fire.
Going as fast as I can.
♪
We're too late.
No, we're not.
If you take out the dish, the missile will lose guidance.
Yeah, but if the missile loses guidance,
it becomes heat-seeking and turns around
to find the hottest thing out there...
the dish.
Then we should probably
get out of the car sooner than later.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Three, two, one.
♪
[all cheering]
[debris clattering]
We did it!
[all cheering]
Tell me the betrayal thing now.
Never! [laughter]
[both panting]
[Ben groans]
[soft dramatic music]
- That was crazy. - Yeah.
We did it.
We did. Yeah. [both laugh]
I think you just proved you can lead a mission.
♪
Come on. We've got to get to the exfil site.
♪
Ben?
Ian.
Ben!
Y-you're alive!
Barely. Where have you been?
And why didn't I leap home?
Why do you look so different?
♪
W-why are you looking at me like that?
Ben, it's... it's been three years.
[dramatic music]
You've been missing for three years,
and then they shut down Project Quantum Leap.
We thought you were dead.
Everything has changed.
[ethereal whirring]
♪