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Quantum Leap was an experimental
time travel program years away from being tested.
Your name is Dr. Ben Song.
You're a time traveler leaping from life to life,
trying to put right what once went wrong.
Ben's working with someone.
Al Calavicci's daughter, Janis.
She may be our best chance at understanding what's going on.
Richard Martinez is another leaper from the future,
traveling through time just like Ben.
Martinez, he was on the Montana.
We know. We're working on a way to track him.
I isolated the anomalies
from both times that we encountered Leaper X.
Will this alert us the next time
Leaper X and Ben cross paths?
Well, it will now.
Normal reflexes.
Normal dilation.
Hmm, we will confirm with bloodwork,
but it appears that your husband
is at least physically healthy, Mrs. O'Connor.
It's not his body I'm worried about.
I'd like to ask you a few questions if that's all right.
Sure.
Who is the president of the United States?
It's OK, honey.
You can do it.
JFK?
The senator? Wouldn't he love that.
All right. How about today's date?
Um, Tuesday?
And your name.
Mr. O'Connor.
Doctor, is this really necessary?
My husband is clearly not in his right mind.
Right mind? Of course I'm in my right mind.
Why would I be of wrong mind?
OK. I think I should probably go, right?
Liam. Liam, you need help.
They're going to make you feel better here.
We will know more after further testing,
but it's clear that he has short-term memory loss,
possibly due to shellshock or late-onset schizophrenia.
- Can you help him or not? - I can.
And I would like to begin treatments immediately.
Immediately? That seems hasty.
What about a second opinion or perhaps we sleep on it, right?
- OK, I think I should probably... - Can we have a moment alone?
Of course. Yes. Why don't I give you the room?
Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart, it's for the best.
It truly is.
Nice work.
You really sold that memory loss.
Thanks. It was a bit of a stretch, but, uh...
When you find my sister, give her a message.
Tell her I would've gone in myself
if I thought I could get us both out in one piece.
- But you think I can? - For what you're charging,
you better.
You get me Judith back, I'll get you your money.
I promise.
Please, please.
She doesn't deserve this.
Apologies, but Lawrence has reminded me
that I have another meeting.
So how are we doing?
Couldn't be better.
Oh, better is our business, Liam.
Now, I know how you must be feeling.
You're disoriented, confused, maybe even a little afraid.
You wonder what's going on. How did I get here?
My promise to you is this:
by the time we are through with your treatments,
you will be a changed man.
Oh, thank you, Doctor.
Hello.
Beautiful building.
Where exactly is my room?
This is your personal schedule.
That's your bible in here. Treatment, labor, enrichment.
Follow the rules, and we won't have a problem.
Don't, and we will.
Bathroom duty for a first offense.
After that, things get more serious.
Structure is sanity.
If you threaten that,
you threaten every patient here.
And I won't let that happen.
Wait. This is my room?
OK, OK.
Lights out in two.
Are we gonna have problems, O'Connor?
No problems.
Only purpose.
- This place is a nightmare. - Aah!
Yeah.
And I'm living it.
So let's just do whatever I'm supposed to do
- and get me out of here. - Yeah.
I already know I'm someone named Liam O'Connor.
A private eye out of Boston.
Looks like he was hired by Elaine Sullivan
to break her sister, Judith, out of George's Island Asylum.
Does Ziggy know what got her sister put in here?
Judith's husband had her committed for hysteria.
Church records show that he used that "unfitness"
to get an annulment and remarry three months later.
- Oh, nice guy. - Yeah, well, nice system.
Not exactly "Leave it to Beaver," is it?
Which is why we need to get Judith out of here.
So what did Liam do wrong in the original history?
Ziggy doesn't have the specifics,
but this looks like it was Liam's last job.
Judith never left the asylum.
And neither did he.
Terrific.
OK. Don't worry. We're gonna figure this out.
In the meantime, maybe the universe wants you
to finally get a good night's sleep.
In here? Good one, universe.
If it makes you feel any better,
I wish I could keep you company.
Me too.
I'll be back before you wake up.
Whoa. You OK?
This place is creepy, all right?
How's anyone's mental health supposed to get better in here?
OK. Well, I take it that you didn't sleep.
Does this look like a map to you?
It looks like a map, doesn't it?
This... this is a map, right?
Maybe it's a way out.
OK.
I'll have Ian run the schematics
and see if we can find any passageways or tunnels.
But, Ben, hey, look,
Ziggy says you need to stick to Dr. Mueller's schedule, OK?
Don't go snooping around yet.
It could raise suspicions and compromise your escape.
OK, I have to go.
Look, just focus on finding Judith at breakfast.
Here.
OK.
Uh...
OK, I will be back as soon as we find a way out.
Find it quick, please.
Just sitting here, mumbling to yourself.
What's it like talking to someone who really isn't there?
Frustrating.
Hey.
How goes the escape route?
Nothing yet.
Well, maybe this will help.
Venti dark roast, venti blonde roast.
Ooh, thank you.
Is that a... is that a hot chocolate?
That is adorable.
Sir.
Well, I could use a little comfort today.
- Mm. - I'm worried about Ben.
1954 was a dark time for mental health.
Hey, how is that escape route coming?
OK, so the two of you just asking me the same question
isn't gonna make it happen any faster,
especially not when I'm pulling double duty running security.
Wait. Where's Jenn?
She had a cough. I sent her home.
The last thing I need is for all of us
to get sick right now.
As for Ben's escape...
Well, I've already cross-referenced
the asylum schematics
with the drawings found in his cell.
And they do, in fact, represent a series of tunnels.
Now, Ziggy should hopefully have a path mapped out soon.
Great. I wanna get Ben out of there ASAP.
I got a bad feeling about this leap.
- That makes all of us. - Oh, thank you.
Um, Janis' ankle monitor is being tampered with.
- Is Janis on the run? - No, not yet.
She's still at her mother's house.
- We should've kept her here. - She's under house arrest.
Besides this is a time travel project, not a prison.
And she just took it off.
OK, well, we can't let her get off the grid.
Do you need me to handle this?
I got it. Keep working on the exit.
Looking for a booth by the window?
Seats are assigned.
This one's yours.
Skip the sausage.
Think I'll skip the whole thing.
Coffee's dishwater, but it's hot.
Name's Ralph.
Liam.
Do you know Judith?
Sure. Nice gal.
Haven't seen her in a few days, though.
A few days?
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