Quantum Leap

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,