04x22 - A Leap for Lisa - June 25, 1957

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Former scientist Sam is trapped in time due to an experiment gone awry, leaping into different bodies each week.
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04x22 - A Leap for Lisa - June 25, 1957

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Theorizing that one could time travel
within his own lifetime,

Dr. Sam Beckett stepped
into the Quantum Leap accelerator...

and vanished.

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.

His only guide on this journey is Al,
an observer from his own time,

who appears in the form of a hologram
that only Sam can see and hear.

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.

Bingo. Hey, Bingo.

The ocean makes me feel so sexy.

Oh, boy.

God, I love you, Bingo.

Bingo?

Bango, bongo.

May I come in?

Sorry.
Didn't mean to startle you.

I'm Hugh Dobbs. Uh,
Commander Hugh Dobbs.

I'm... glad to meet you.

Uh, may I pull up a chair?

Girlfriend or, uh, fiancée?

Oh. I'm not sure.

- Would you close that door, son?
- Aye, aye, sir.

Shouldn't have called him son.

But when you only do this
one month a year...

I'm not regular navy.
I'm in the reserves.

Uh-huh.

But don't let that worry you.
I may not be much of a sailor,

but I'm one hell of
a criminal defense lawyer.

Criminal defense lawyer?

Well, you don't exactly need
a divorce attorney, Ensign.

No. No. Of course not.

Weren't you expectin' me?

Yes. Yes, I was.
I just, uh...

I'm still a little groggy from, you know,
wakin' up in the middle... of a dream.

I leaped into the
middle of a dream.

Leaped?

You know how a lot
of dreams have beginnings,

and then you don't always
remember 'em.

Mmm.

Well, uh, why don't you tell me
what you remember about Saturday night?

Sa-S-Saturday night?
Which Saturday night?

June the 22nd, 1957,

the night you're accused of raping
and murdering Commander Riker's wife.

I... couldn't possibly r*pe
or m*rder anybody.

I just-I just couldn't.

Forgive me,
but you don't sound very sure.

Well, I, uh... I am sure.

Look, Ensign, I'll defend you either way,
but I must know the truth.

Did you r*pe and m*rder
Commander Riker's wife?

No, I did not.

- I believe you.
- Thank you.

Now, why don't you tell me
everything that you can remember

happening on Saturday night?

Uh, sorry to interrupt, sir,
but it's important.

If I could have a word
with my wingman in private, sir?

- May I, uh, use your head, Ensign?
- Uh, sure.

"Sure"? Look, I know he's a Hollywood
lawyer 11 months out of the year,

but this month he's a commander
in the navy.

- I gotta remember I'm in the m*llitary.
- Yeah, I'd say so.

So, how you doin', buddy?

Oh, I'm a little confused.

I think I can fix that.
How'd you like to see Lisa?

Lisa?

Yeah,
I tried to sneak her in here,

but that gyrene guard at the door
looks like he's all business.

So I told Doc Berger about that sex
show we saw in Tijuana last Thursday,

and I promised I'd take him there
if he puts you and Lisa in a room together.

- And how would we do that?
- You gotta get sick.

- Lisa's a nurse?
- Bingo.

Bango, bongo.

- You gentlemen finished?
- Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

- You're Ensign Ferguson, aren't you?
- Yes, sir.

I'll, uh, need to ask you some questions
when I'm finished here.

Question me, sir?

Well, you two were together at the
Officers Club last Saturday, weren't you?

Uh, yes, sir. About half the squadron
was at the club that night, sir.

And Bingo was not the only one
to dance with Marci, sir--

uh, Commander Riker's wife, sir.

Say, Bingo,
you don't look so good.

Well, it's nothin'.

It's just that... little stomach thing
I was tellin' you about.

- Somethin' you ate?
- I don't know, sir.

Excuse me. I-Wow.

I had this kind of... dull... pain
all night around my umbilicus,

and every time I press on the
McBurney point, I get a sharp... pain.

Did you go to medical school?

No, sir. No, sir.

I had a cousin who was a doctor.

She taught-She taught me a lot.

Well, we better get him
to sick bay.

That is an excellent idea, sir.

Yeah.

I'll run a blood test
to check your white cell count.

That ought to tell us
if your appendix is inflamed.

Well, whatever you feel
is necessary.

I'll send in a nurse
to draw blood.

I hear you have quite a practice
in Hollywood, sir.

Beverly Hills.
There's a subtle difference.

Excuse me.

- Left arm, please.
- Oh, God. I hate needles.

Can I buy you a cup of
java, Commander?

Mm-hmm.

You wouldn't happen to
know any starlets who might

be interested in datin' a jet
jock, would you, sir?

Oh, darling,
what are you going to do?

I don't know.

Well, I do. If they don't find
Marci's k*ller, then I'll testify.

- What are you gonna tell 'em?
- The truth.

That Jack was T.D.Y. Saturday,
and I spent the night with you.

- You're married?
- Yes.

So is my husband,
but it hasn't stopped him...

from landing on every blonde
from here to Norway.

Oh, I'm just lucky
I fell in love with you.

But... that's adultery.

Oh, I know.

It could end both our careers.

But we don't have a choice if it's the
only way to prove that you didn't k*ll her.

Make a fist.

When the commander comes back,
I'm going to tell him...

that I was with you
Saturday night--

- I'm sorry.
- That's okay.

When Marci was m*rder*d.

No, I don't want you to do that.
I know why I'm here.

To prove my innocence without your
testifying and ruining our careers.

- Why you're here?
- Yeah.

- Thanks for the phone number, Commander.
- Use it in good health.

- She will.
- I don't want you testifying.

I should have the results
in 15 minutes.

- How do you feel?
- Much better.

Great. Excuse me.

Well, Ensign, which is it?

- Sir?
- That nurse.

She your, uh, girlfriend
or your fiancée?

Lisa's really something, isn't she, Sam?

Where the hell have you been?

- Huh? Where have I been?
- Yes!

I've been in the waiting room.

What you do mean,
you've been in the waiting room?

I've been here for hours.
I leaped in hours ago.

And how did you
sneak in here like this?

I didn't hear the
chamber door or anything.

- I didn't sneak in.
- You're sneakin' up on me like that.

No, no, no.
I came in on the flight line, Sam.

What?

I had Ziggy zero me into
the cockpit of a Cougar.

I haven't flown in a Cougar
in a long time.

You've been reminiscing
in an airplane?

It was great.
Well, actually,

I've been spending time
in the waiting room,

talkin' to the-- to this
kid that you leaped into.

Yeah, some kid. This guy's got
more women than you do.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- That's funny.
- Nothin' about this leap is funny, Al.

- You're not gonna believe this.
- No, this is terrible.

What?

You haven't looked in a mirror
yet, have you?

- Huh? Look--
- Look in the mirror.

Go on. Go on. Take a look.

All right, all right.
I'm looking in the mirror.

Ain't that a kick in the butt?
You leaped into me as a kid.

I've leaped into women, a chimp,
even myself as a kid,

but to leap into Al as a young navy pilot
was the strangest of all.

I wasn't such a bad-lookin' kid, was I?

No, you weren't
a bad-lookin' kid, Bingo.

Bingo. God, nobody's called me
that name in a long time.

Yeah, well, be grateful for that.

Sam, it's mind-boggling.
I've been spending six hours...

talking to myself, literally.

It's weird. It's weird.
Do you know that you're you?

I mean, does he know
that you're him?

Uh, no, no.
I think that I'm my Uncle Jack.

Or he-he thinks
that I'm Uncle Jack.

Uncle Jack was heavier, older.

But he-I mean, uh,
the young I-the young me--

Let's call him Bingo.

Bingo thinks that this is all
a practical joke of Chip's.

Which figures--
Oh, have you met Chip?

Yeah. Actually, uh, he showed up
right after I leaped in here.

In fact, it was his idea...

Yeah, he's a hell of a nice
guy, isn't he?

Yeah, he and I were tailpipe buddies.

We flew together for 10 years,
on and off,

and then he caught
a SAM m*ssile over Haiphong.

Gee, I gotta go see Chip.

No, wait a second,
wait a second, wait a second.

Before you go, you gotta tell me
what I'm here to do.

- What does Ziggy say?
- Oh, yeah. I don't know.

I've been so preoccupied
with myself.

No pun intended.
But I'll get you something here.

It's-What is it?
June 25th, 1957.

- So you're-I'm 23.
- Mm-hmm.

June 25th!

- God! Wait a minute!
- What?

June 25th-Lisa!
Gooshie, center me on Lisa!

- What?
- Now!

Lisa, stop! Stop!

Stop! Please! No!

Oh, no, not again!
God, not again!

It's not your fault, you know.

The hell it isn't.

You leaped into me to save Lisa,

only I didn't get here in time
to tell you that,

because I was talkin' to myself.

No. If I was here to save her,
why haven't I leaped?

Because you didn't save her.

Success has nothing to do with leaping.
Now, you know that.

Al, I know how painful
this is for you.

I barely knew her,
and I'm-I'm hurting too.

It's just...

I really don't believe
that I was here to save her.

Then why are you here?

I don't know.
I think we should ask Ziggy.

Mmm. What?

- What is this? This is all wrong.
- What?

It says you're here
to prove my innocence.

- What's wrong with that?
- I never stood trial.

See, Lisa told Commander, uh... my defense
attorney, Commander What's-his-name--

- Dobbs.
- Dobbs. Hell of a nice guy.

She told him that I was with her
on the night of the m*rder.

And then when Lisa was... k*lled,

he told her story to the navy
and convinced them to drop the charges.

So, you didn't leap in to save me,
because Lisa already did it.

- God love her.
- Oh, boy.

- "Oh, boy," what?
- Uh, why don't you ask Ziggy...

what the odds are that you're
gonna be court-martialed?

I told you.
They never pressed charges.

Yeah, I know.
Why don't you just ask him though?

- Three-to-one?
- And that you'll be convicted?

Even-Even money, Sam.

- Sam, what's goin' on here?
- Uh, Al...

I changed history. I thought I
was here to prove your innocence,

so I told Lisa not to say anything
to Commander Dobbs,

so she never told him
that she was your alibi.

Oh.

Well, I'm glad.

You mean,
you're glad I just blew your alibi?

Yeah, but there won't be anybody
gossiping over Lisa's grave this time.

Where you going?

I've lived through the
worst of this time,

and now I'm gonna go and live
through some of the best of it.

Wow! Oh, wow!

Oh, God!

Stacker!
Hey, Stacker, how are you doin'?

Wow! Hey!

It's me, Bingo.
Oh, never mind.

Plumber! Hey, Plumber!

Tom-Tom! Wow! Max!
Max, how you doin'?

Go have another beer.
God, you guys look so young.

Stack, didn't you give Bingo
his nickname?

Sure did.
Hey, Jack, another round!

We were on a cross-country
from Pensacola to Ocala.

Now, don't tell 'em
that old story, Stack.

Bingo.
We didn't call him that then.

He sprang an oil leak
about 30 minutes out.

I did.

Every new pilot who joined the squadron
got initiated by her, sir.

- This isn't just bar talk, is it, Ensign?
- Marci wasn't very subtle, sir.

Everybody knew about it.
I mean, even Commander Riker,

which is probably why
she had a lot of accidents.

Black eyes, bruises.

- He abused her?
- He b*at the hell out of her, sir.

Did, uh, Mrs. Riker
have an affair with you?

They weren't affairs, sir.
They were initiations.

Unfortunately,
she never did it more than once.

When did she initiate
Ensign Calavicci?

She didn't. Bingo was involved
with Lisa when he joined us.

So Ensign Calavicci
turned Mrs. Riker down?

Yes, sir. And that really
got her heater itching.

Like I said, sir,
she wasn't very subtle.

But last Saturday night,
she really laid it out there.

She was all over Bingo.
Practically r*ped him on the dance floor.

And Commander Riker was there?

Looking like he wanted
to k*ll them both.

He lands wheels-up
in this pasture, right?

- Bangs his head on the gunsight.
- Ooh, it hurt. It hurt.

When he comes to, he looks up...

and he sees three sets
of casabas hangin' over him.

He thinks,
"Oh, man, it's a concussion."

- I wouldn't mind that concussion.
- But it's not. It's triplets.

- Tri--

- We find him the next
morning asleep under the wing.

I said,
"How'd you spend the night?"

- He says, "Bingo, bango, bongo!"
- Bingo, bango, bongo!

That's a true story too!

Bingo, to quote you,
you're in deep caca.

If I wanted to k*ll him, Corporal,
I'd have blown both your brains out by now.

Commander Riker.

When a senior officer enters the room,
mister, you stand at attention.

You should have slept with Marci before
it became an embarrassment to all of us.

- You seem surprised, Ensign.
- Well, yes, sir, I am.

I always knew
what Marci did with my boys.

It was never a major problem for me.

But I don't suppose a young man like you
can really understand that.

No, sir, I can't.

Maybe when you get a little older.

But, then again, you're not gonna get
any older, are you, Ensign?

Sir,

I did not r*pe and
m*rder your wife.

Of course you did, mister.

I watched you do it.

I was on the cliff.

I watched her run from your car.

I watched you catch her,
tear her clothes off, r*pe her.

You watched your wife being r*ped
and did nothing to stop it?

It was some kind of game,
wasn't it?

You didn't want to sleep with Marci.
You wanted to r*pe her.

I didn't r*pe your wife.

So Saturday night,
she decided to play along.

- That's it, isn't it?
- You're sick.

So was Marci.

That was the beauty
of our relationship.

We were both equally perverted.

And when there's equal perversion,
there's no perversion, just pleasure.

Now she's gone.

It's all gone.

And I'll never find another woman
to love me like that, ever.

That's why tomorrow,
I'm sending you to the gas chamber.

By lying on the witness stand.

Sam, Chip has got
the guys comin' over--

No. Just by telling the truth.

Telling the tr--
Telling the truth about what?

- Telling the truth about what?
- About what happened to his wife.

He claims that he was on the cliff
above the beach and saw you r*pe her.

That's impossible.

Yeah, well, listenin' to him tell
it, you want to believe him.

- Instead of me?
- I didn't say that.

Did he testify against you?
Did he accuse you in '57?

No. No, you're changing
everything, Sam.

- It's you.
- I'm not trying to.

I know you're not trying to.

- Oh, no.
- What?

Now there's an 81.6% chance
that I get convicted.

- All right. Now, just calm down, okay?
- I get found guilty,

and I get sentenced
to the gas chamber.

- ex*cuted!
- I'm not gonna let that happen.

How you gonna stop it?

By finding out who really
r*ped and m*rder*d her.

I'm gonna die in
the gas chamber!

You're not gonna die
in the gas chamber.

If anybody dies,
it's gonna be me.

- Oh, big deal! You're me!
- Stop it.

Look, if we're gonna solve this thing,
we gotta stay calm.

- You've gotta calm down.
- I'm calm! I'm calm!

- You're not calm.
- I'm calm! I'm calm! I'm calm.

Good. Now, I want you to go back
and talk to Bingo.

- If I've changed history--
- If? What do you mean, if?

- You said you were going to be calm.
- Okay, okay, okay.

If I've changed history,
then you've lived through it.

Now, do you remember
going down to the beach with Marci?

I didn't go to the beach with Marci!

Maybe Bingo's memory's a
little fresher than yours.

My memory is as
fresh as it can get.

I did not go to the beach with Marci.

I met Lisa at the-at the--

See? I mean, just ask Bingo, all right?
Please, just--

Oh, no, no!
At the Sea Breeze Hotel in La Jolla.

See? I just forgot it for a moment.
It's been over 30 years.

Okay.

Now what?

Oh, that's gotta be
Chip and the guys.

- Uh, just a minute.
- You never went to the happy hour,

so they're bringing the booze to you--
I mean, to me.

I thought booze in the barracks
would be against regulations.

Oh, we never paid
any attention to that.

But that marine guard
on the door would.

I'll see you later, Sam.

Wait. Aren't you gonna
stay for the party?

- Uh, it's not gonna be a party.
- Huh?

It's gonna be a wake.
They're coming to tell you Lisa's dead.

I'm going back to the waiting room,
and I'm gonna talk to me.

I've got to admit.
This is a pretty neat trick.

It's not a trick.
It's not a trick.

You have traded places in time
with Dr. Sam Beckett.

His aura surrounds you,
and yours is surrounding him.

- So, I'm him, and he's me.
- Right.

- And who are you?
- I don't think you're ready for that.

All right, Chip. Come on out.
I know you're here somewhere.

Chip is still back in 1957.

You're good.
I'll give you that.

And you do look like my Uncle Jack,
and my sister, uh...

my sister-my sister, uh...

- I can't remember my sister's name.
- Trudy.

- Trudy?
- Yeah, Trudy.

Trudy. Trudy.

It's okay. Don't panic,
because leaping in time...

sometimes creates gaps
in your memory.

Trudy.

God,
I can't remember my last name.

- Calavicci.
- Calavicci.

It's okay.
The gaps'll fill in eventually.

Lisa. Lieutenant Lisa Sherman.

Thank God I didn't
forget Lisa's name.

Good. It's important
what you do remember,

especially what you remember
about last Saturday night.

- Oh, the night Marci was m*rder*d.
- Yes.

So that's what this is?
This is an interrogation?

- No, no, no.
- Well, it won't work.

Look, whoever you are,
wherever you are,

I didn't k*ll her!

You hear me?
I didn't k*ll her!

He's lying.
I saw Ensign Calavicci...

r*pe my wife on the beach
at Torrey Pines.

You watched Ensign Calavicci
r*pe your wife...

and did nothing to intervene?

I tried to climb down
from the cliff.

That's when I fell,
hit my head on a rock.

I was knocked out for a short time,
and when I came to,

Ensign Calavicci was gone,
and my wife...

was lying half naked
on the beach, dead.

How long were you on the cliff
watching someone r*pe your wife--

Not just someone.

It was Ensign Calavicci.

Before you tried
to get to the beach?

- A minute. Maybe two.
- A minute or two?

Sir, I object.

I'm trying to demonstrate how
long two minutes really is.

I had a ship blown out from under me
in the Leyte Gulf...

in less than two minutes,
Commander.

It can be a lifetime...
or a blink of the eye.

Now get on with it.

Did you do anything during this
two minutes other than to watch?

- No, I believe I did not.
- You didn't yell?

- Yell?
- "Hey, stop that!"

I object. Defense council
is badgering the witness.

The commander requested clarification.
I simply gave it to him.

- Objection overruled.
- Did you yell?

No, sir.

You watched a man
r*pe your wife...

for a minute or two
and didn't even yell "Stop"?

No, sir.

For God's sake,
Commander, why not?

Because she deserved it.

He said last night he was going
to send me to the gas chamber.

He's certainly trying.

The U.S. Navy may not trust a rowboat
to Commander Riker after his testimony,

but they're gonna believe it
for precisely that reason.

He's throwing away his career
to convict me.

The question is, but why?

If you didn't m*rder his wife--
and I believe you didn't-

Commander Dirk Riker's lying.

Maybe to save his own neck.

I mean, if he m*rder*d his wife,

what's giving up a career
compared to the gas chamber?

- Maybe that's it.
- But you don't think so?

No.

I think the man on that witness stand
believes you r*ped and m*rder*d his wife.

Sam, we gotta talk.

Commander, if I can have a few moments
by myself before we reconvene.

You won't be alone.

Yeah, well,
I've come to think of him as...

my shadow.

I'm glad to see you're keepin'
your sense of humor, son.

- It's important.
- Sam, come on!

We got deep trouble here, Sam.
The odds of my getting convicted...

are 92% now,
and they're going up.

Riker's testimony was devastating.

Well, un-devastate it.

I think I will.
I think I'll go find the k*ller.

Well,
what are you doing here then?

Standing trial under guard.

God, 95%.
Now they're 95%.

What does Bingo say
about Saturday night?

The same thing I
said, of course.

Met Lisa at the Sea Breeze Hotel,

and that was before Marci
disappeared from the "O" Club.

Now there's a 96% chance
I'm convicted.

Ninety-seven!
Geez, 98!

- Ninety-nine!
- For God's sakes, stop it.

One hundred.

Yes, there is a 100% certainty...

that Ensign Calavicci will be found guilty
and ex*cuted in the gas chamber.

Why are you staring at me
like that, Samuel?

Where'd you get that hand-link?

- And where's Al?
- Al?

- You know, Al!
- Careful.

There is an 88% probability...

that that young man will sh**t
at the slightest provocation.

You are attracting
undue attention, Samuel.

You're a hologram.

You are a hologram.

What happened... to Al?
What happened to Al?

Al?

Oh, that young pilot
that you leaped into.

There's no change.

He's still found guilty and sentenced
to die in the gas chamber.

He dies in the gas chamber?

At midnight, October 6, 1960.

Oh, my God!
I've changed history.

- I've k*lled Al.
- Oh, no, Al's in the waiting room.

Young Al is. Old Al is dead.

- Old Al?
- Admiral Ca-Admiral...

Admiral Ca-Ca-

He's leavin' my memory.
Wh-Wh-What's Bingo's last name?

Ensign Calavicci?

Calavicci! Calavicci!
I gotta remember that.

- What is happening, Samuel?
- I'm losin' my memory.

Portions of your memory
are always erased during a leap.

- Now don't you remember?
- Ensign.

You're right about my memory
on this leap.

Uh, there's a very specific
segment of it missing.

What segment is that?

We're going back inside now.

The segment pertaining to you.

I don't seem to have any memory
of you-your name or anything.

St. John.
Edward St. John V.

- Nice to meet you, St. John.
- Rather.

St. John, I believe that Commander
Riker is trying to frame me

for the m*rder of his wife.

Yeah, Alpha gives that
a 62% probability.

Alpha?

You don't remember Alpha?

A parallel hybrid computer--

That you designed
to run Quantum Leap.

- Al called her Ziggy.
- "Her"?

Look, have Alpha
directly interrogate Bingo...

with questions designed
to elicit knowledge about the m*rder...

that he may not
consciously be aware of.

Direct questions would require taking
Ensign Calavicci into the control room.

We have never
done that with a leaper.

I know that. If this works,
he'll be there in 40 years anyway.

- Forty years?
- Just do it.

Samuel, anything you say.

And don't call me Samuel.

The last person to do that
was my Great-aunt Tillie.

Sir? Sir?

Hmm? Come on, shadow.

So, it was dark,
you were 228 feet away.

How can you be so sure that it was
Ensign Calavicci that r*ped your wife?

Because I recognized him.

- From 228 feet, and in the dark?
- Yes.

Commander, I propose that it is impossible
to identify a man's face...

from that distance in the dark.

The height, build and uniform
of the man that r*ped Marci...

was identical to those
of Ensign Calavicci.

Sir, I can give you a dozen
officers on this base whose height,

build and uniform would be
identical to Ensign Calavicci.

I saw Marci get into his Corvette.

I followed them to the beach.

It was him.

I was afraid to go to sleep.

Afraid that I'd forget Al,
lose him forever.

You are quite impossible.

- Pardon?
- Well, actually, not you, Samuel-uh, Sam.

You know, that, uh, satyr
that you've leaped into.

- Okay, what happened?
- I did as you requested.

I took Ensign Calavicci
into the control room.

- He was stunned.
- By the technology.

By a pulse communication
technician, Tina.

- They're lovers. Oh!
- But she's married to Gooshie.

I gotta get history back on track.

Look, what did Ziggy--
What did Alpha say?

He projected...

a 72% chance...

that the ensign's black Corvette--
a singularly vulgar vehicle,

if I may say so, could be used
to prove his innocence.

- His car?
- His car.

I will sh**t you
if this is a trick, sir.

This is not a trick, Sergeant.

I'm a corporal, sir.

Yes, you are. I'm sorry.

What are you searching for, sir?

I'm not sure.

Neither is Alpha.

He's predicting that something
in the car is important,

but the car itself
can prove your innocence.

The car itself?

Sir?

- What is it?
- Al!

- Freeze!
- No. Do what he says, Sam.

I'm froze. I'm froze.

- He's froze.
- We're going back inside, sir.

- Now, sir!
- Back inside, Sam.

Anything you say.
Anything you say.

Whatever you say.

- How's Tina?
- Tina?

This is no time to ask
about my love life.

I never thought I'd
hear you say that.

And Ziggy-- She's still called
Ziggy, right?

Sam, what's goin' on with you?

Nothin'. Look, just what are the odds
of me bein' found guilty?

They've gone down to 20%.

And all because I found
one of your silly cigars.

That's not my cigar.

I didn't start smokin' cigars
until I went to Vietnam.

That's gotta be Chip's.

Oh, man, I didn't burn a hole
in your upholstery, did I?

No. The stub was in the ashtray, Chip,
right where you left it on Saturday night,

after you dropped me off
at the Sea Breeze Hotel.

Yeah, I guess so.
I don't see the problem, Bingo.

Problem?

The problem is that today Commander Riker
testified that he saw me r*pe his wife.

Oh, man.

I know he's tryin' to hang you on this,
but... to claim he was there?

He was there.

He followed the Corvette
to the beach.

From the cliff,
he mistook you for me.

What happened, Chip?

She was a tramp,

a real tramp, but I loved her.

I loved her from the first time
we slept together.

First time, last time--
That's the way she played it.

- What happened, Chip?
- After I dropped you off...

at the hotel to meet Lisa,
I went back to the "O" Club.

Bingo?

For a second,
she thought I was you.

She wasn't going to get in,
and then I offered her a drink,

and I asked her where
she wanted me to take her.

She said... somewhere where
she could run naked.

That's what she said...

somewhere where
she could run naked.

It was like
an old black and white film.

Only this time, it was me saying...
it was an accident.

Let me work this out.

How?

You can't undo
what's already been done.

Well, it never hurts to try.

Trust me.
Now go get some sleep.

I'd never let you take the fall
for me, Bingo.

- I just wouldn't.
- I know that.

- What are you thinkin'?
- I know why I'm here, Al.

- To save Chip?
- Not just Chip.

We're going to put you
in the accelerator chamber,

and we're going to leap you
into you.

You're gonna to leap me into me?

Yes.

On Saturday, June 22nd, 1957.

And no matter how Swiss-cheesed your
brain gets from traveling through time,

you keep one thought
on your mind:

Don't let Chip out of your sight
until dawn, Sunday morning.

- You're gonna put me into--
- Now, wait a minute.

Don't let Chip out of your sight
until dawn, Sunday.

- Okay.
- Okay.

You're gonna put me into
a nuclear accelerator chamber...

and send my body back into time?

Right.

Now, even if I believed you,
would you do this if you were me?

I am you.

We were exploring
new horizons in time and leaping.

If I was right,
and Bingo could be leaped into himself--

- Sam, it worked.
- Al--

Yeah, um, at least we leaped
him-uh, me--

- Bingo!
- Uh, yeah, Bingo out.

- Now, where he landed-
- When is more important.

That too. Ziggy says there's
an 80% chance...

that he landed here
before Marci got m*rder*d.

It's gonna work, Al, as long as you-- as
long as Bingo keeps Chip away from Marci.

How-How is it gonna save Lisa?

You told me that she was crying,
right?

That Lisa was wiping her eyes
before she ran into the semi, right?

Yeah.

If Marci's not k*lled, and you're not
accused, she has no reason to be crying.

- So that--
- What?

What?

- Sam, what?
- He's gone.

- Who's gone?
- He's gone. My shadow's gone.

He's go-- He--
Well, maybe he went to the head.

He would sooner wet his pants
than leave that door.

You did it, buddy!
You and Bingo did it!

God, I hope you're right.

Yo, Bingo! Hey, Bingo,
look who got off duty early.

Heya, sailor, you want to buy
a thirsty nurse a drink?

Lisa.

Lee? Look. Smile.

Oh, boy.
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