Quantum Leap

Previously on "Quantum Leap"...

I was looking into our code, and I found something wrong

with the quantum processing chip

that your boss built for me.

Gideon knows that there's a mole.

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

Once he finds me, he finds you.

He finds everything.

Ian, it's good to see you.

Wow. Look at this place.

This is something.

"Dear Hannah, Josh has a defect in his heart,

but they can fix it before anything happens."

I just need some time.

The more time you spent in the past,

the farther apart things fell here.

This isn't about Ben.

When you take that time,

I think you'll come to a different conclusion.

Hello?

They know.

- They do? - Of course, they do.

You talked to a suit at Kaplan, didn't you?

Look, I told you to keep your mouth shut.

I'm sorry, I-I...

It's too late to be sorry, okay?

- People are gonna die now. - Who?

- Who's going to die? - I'm out.

Their blood is on your hands.

- - Wait.

We're gonna be late.

- You checked the battery, right? - The battery?

The camera battery.

God, where do I find you people?

Uh...

The press. News.

- You're a reporter! - You're not drunk, are you?

Because I had to fire my last producer

for drinking on the job.

No, no.

Uh, I'm still trying to connect the dots here.

I think I just got off the phone with a source.

It sounded important.

They said people are going to die.

Look, kid, everybody's got a tip,

and they all want me to report on it,

because they think I'm Connie Davis.

So you're not Connie Davis?

You know what I mean.

I'm not who I was in New York.

Don't mess this up for me.

This is the biggest story I've had in months.

I'm here at Rustic Roots Farm with the winner

of this year's Denver County Fair pumpkin contest.

Steve, exactly how big is your pumpkin?

Almost 1,000 pounds.

Good gourd, that's big.

You could make 200 pumpkin pies.

Well, it sounds like you two are gonna have

a lot of leftovers this Thanksgiving.

- That's true. -

Now, now, Steve, I know our viewers

are dying to know, what can they do

to get results like yours?

I call it the three Ws:

a lot of working, a lot of waiting,

and a little weed killer.

Uh, let's take five.

The battery is low, so...

sorry.

- That is a big pumpkin. - Did it work?

- Did Hannah get my letter? - She did.

Uh, they were able to catch Josh's heart disease in time.

Oh, thank God.

I know I wasn't supposed to send it,

but I had to help.

I know that face.

Ben, I'm sorry.

Josh died in a car accident a year later.

He died anyway?

You tried. These things, they...

I need to call her. Can you give me her number?

Uh...

Please.

Uh, 415-174-5683.

- Thank you. - Okay.

Can we please focus on the leap?

Right. Connie Davis.

Okay, at the height of her career,

she was a trailblazing journalist in New York City.

I mean, she was a legend.

Think Barbara Walters.

Until she was fired.

- Why? - I don't know.

I mean, I guess it had something to do with a source.

But whatever happened, it basically ended her career.

- And now she does... - Pumpkins.

Okay, so all I have to do

is get Connie's career back on track.

- Shouldn't be too hard. - A plump-kin?

You're killing me!

What?

All I'm saying is that I developed

an advanced microprocessor.

That is my technology,

and I let Ian borrow it.

Now they won't give it back.

I mean, how would you like it

if someone just took your stuff?

I can tell you who doesn't like it...

the Pentagon.

They think that my tech is very valuable.

More valuable than, um, all of you, I'm sorry to say.

You'll have to excuse me, Mr. Rydge,

but I'm playing catch-up here.

Oh.

Well, your employee, Ian Wright here,

stole my quantum chip,

threatened my representative,

turned a trusted member of my team against me,

and then continued to use my chip without my knowledge.

Or yours, it turns out.

Did I leave anything out, Ian?

No.

Great.

Well, now that we're all on the same page...

I have meetings and lunches, blah, blah, blah.

I trust you'll, uh, sort this out.

I will.

Oh, and, um, someone from the Department of Defense

will be here tomorrow morning

just to, you know, make sure that you do.

Magic.

Magic, I'm really sorry.

Go home.

Log out of every terminal on your way out,

and don't say a word to me or anyone else

until you speak to the DoD representative tomorrow.

I get that you're mad, but...

Do you understand what you two have done?

I do.

This time, there'll be consequences

that I can't protect you from.

Magic, I'm sorry, but we were just...

Get out!

You were really great out there.

Oh, save it.

I know you probably didn't sign up

to cover breaking pumpkin news.

To be honest, you are so much better than that.

- I used to be. - So get a better story.

What about the source that called me?

I told you to leave that source alone.

But this is your chance to remind people

who you really are.

This is who I am now.

Small stories, local news.

Did you leave the tape in the van?

Sorry. Yeah, I'll grab it.

I know you're still new,

but you're gonna have to get it together

if you're gonna last around here.

Addison?

- Hi. - Hannah.

You've reached the Nally residence.

Please leave a message after the tone.

She wasn't home, Addison.

Even if she was, I wouldn't know what to say...

hey.

What do you want, my wallet?

I want you to leave the story alone.

Honestly, I don't even know that much...

About it!

- - Next time, it won't be empty.

I told you to drop the story.

Believe me, I would if I could.

I get it.

You feel like you have a calling to help people.

I used to think that way.

But trust me on this one, no story is worth it.

- Ow! - Ugh.