Quantum Leap (1989–1993): Season 3, Episode 6 - Miss Deep South - June 7, 1958 - full transcript

While entered in the "Miss Deep South" beauty pageant, Sam must prevent a fellow contestant from posing for some nude photos and make sure his host comes in third in the contest.

Theorizing that one could
time-travel within his own lifetime,

Dr. Sam Beckett stepped into
the Quantum Leap Accelerator

and vanished.

He woke 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.

Open the window!

I wish I could go
with you, honey.

But your daddy'd go crazy if I
left him here alone with the twins.

I'm just so dang proud of you.

Oh, wait. Oh, tarnation,
I almost forgot!

- All aboard!
- Come get this stuff.

Open that door!

If you would
have forgotten this,

you would have looked
pretty foolish.

These are my favorite earbobs.

Wouldn't do for my
baby girl to go off

to the biggest beauty contest
in the South

without her crown and her sash,
now would it?

Oh, darling!

Oh, boy!

Yoo-hoo, Miss Sugar Belle.

What in the name of heaven
do you think you're doin'?

I'm sorry?

Well, you're never gonna become
Miss Deep South, movin' like that.

Like what?

Like a man.

Oh, didn't anyone ever teach you
the proper way to walk?

Was I doing it wrong?

Not if you plan
on becoming a truck driver.

Here, you watch me.

And, remember,
we step and glide,

and step and glide

and glide and step.

All right?
Now you try it, go on.

You... you, uh,
you mean right here?

Right now?

Well, you could try it
tomorrow night

but it might be a little late,
don't you think?

Yeah, well, I suppose.

- Could I ask you something?
- Of course.

Who are you?

Oh, well, I'm Peg Myers.
I'm the pageant director.

I'm also a former
Miss Orange Blossom,

Miss Wisteria,

and second runner-up
in the Miss Praline Pageant

which I would've won,
had it not been for the fact

that one of my batons
failed to ignite.

And of course,
Miss Deep South 1946.



That's it, now step and glide

and step and glide,
and glide and...

Well, you've still got 24 hours.

Don't give up.


Oh, I'm really sorry.

I... I didn't see you
standin' there.

Did I hurt you?

No, no.
I'm... I'm... I'm fine.

Oh, what's this?

It's my little sister's.


I-I'm Connie.

- Uh, Darlene.
- Oh.

That's quite a grip
you got there, Darlene.


Oh, "Miss Sugar Belle."

Yeah. Oh, yeah.
Yeah and...


You're Miss Corn Muffin.

It isn't that bad.

I mean, I wouldn't be here
if it hadn't been for this.

Believe me, I wanted
to be here real bad.

Well, it's all kind of
a new experience for me.


Being Miss Deep South
would be a dream come true.

It'd be an honor and a privilege

and I'd do my best
to wear the crown

with pride and dignity.

That didn't sound
too rehearsed, did it?

No! No, it sounded...
It was very natural.

Oh, good. You never know when
you might need to be spontaneous.

Would you mind moving your
Little Miss Muffet's tuffet?


You got your teddy bear
in there, too?

Don't let her bother you.

- You know her?
- I know the type.

They're just bark.

The one thing to remember
about the beauty queens

it's the nice ones you
gotta keep your eye on.


Got it. Another candid
pageant moment.

I'm Clint Beaumont.

I'm the pageant photographer.

Oh, hi, I'm Connie.
Oh, this is Darlene.

Nice to meet you.

Have we ever met before?

I... I don't think so.

Well, have you ever been
to Buford City?

Buford City?
I think I'd remember that.

Have you ever done any print,
or runway work?

Modelin'? Oh, I wish.

Careful, what you wish for,

you just might get.

I'll see you.

He kind of has
a nice smile, doesn't he?

First of all,
I wanna welcome you all

to the 35th annual
Miss Deep South Pageant.

Oh, it warms my heart
to look out and see

all your hopeful,
optimistic faces.

there are no losers here.

Every one of you
brings something special

to the pageant,
something unique.

Something none of
the other girls have.

Yeah, like jockey shorts.

That's very funny, Al.
I'm a beauty queen.

Hey, did I ever tell you I once
had a fling with a beauty queen?

No, and I don't wanna know.

I was in flight school and she
was Miss Tail Gunner, 1955.

I tell you, she had
a major league set

of gun turrets.

That was a compliment.

On what planet?

Watch out, you're gonna
ruin your chances

at being voted
Miss Congeniality.

Just tell me
what I'm doin' here.

Well, we're not sure.

Uh, Ziggy's still running
the program.

"Your name is Darlene Monty

"and you earned your way into
the Miss Deep South Pageant

by, oh, becoming
Miss Sugar Belle."

That's nice.

And you come in third.

I don't care about
finishing at all, Al.

I just wanna fix whatever
it is and get out of here.

Well, just... just don't worry,
and maintain a low profile

and nobody will
pay any attention to you.

Learn a little more
about each other.

Keep a low profile?

How can I keep a low profile?
This is a beauty contest.

It appears that Miss Monty
has a lot to say,

so why don't we start with her?

Miss Monty.


I asked if you'd mind
standin' and tellin' us

what becomin' Miss Deep South
means to you?

Go ahead.

Um, uh, I'm gonna, uh,
go and see if I can speed up Ziggy.

So hang in there, Sam.

And remember, smile.


Well, I... I don't really know
where to start. Uh,

winning this contest
would be, uh,

well, it would be
p-p-pretty darn nice.

That's for sure.

Could you be
a little more specific?

Specific? Oh, well,


being Miss Deep South

would be like a dream come true.

It would be an honor
and a privilege.

And I would do my best

to wear the crown
with pride and dignity.

Well, that was very nicely put.

Look, Connie, I'm really sorry.

I didn't mean to
steal your speech.

Oh, it's all right,
you were nervous.

Terrified is more like it.

It's funny, isn't it?
I mean,

we just met and we end
up being roommates.


Sort of like we were
meant to be together.


Yeah, Connie.
Funny, isn't it?

Oh, would you look at this room?

I've heard about places
like this, but I never

thought I'd actually
be staying in one.

They even have a television set.

Don't you have a TV at home?

Oh, we got a radio.

And I go to picture shows in
Chattanooga on the weekends.

Here. Here. Here.

Hey, Beaver, Mom and Dad don't want
you to eat with your face in the plate.

But there's nobody here.

Well, I'm here.

I haven't seen a black-and-white set
like this since I was a little girl.

I'm not gonna waste
any manners on you.

Boy, you wouldn't get away with
eating like that in high school.

Connie, you said that

winning the pageant would
be like a dream come true.

Well, they make you
learn etiquette.

What's that?

What kind of a dream?

That kind.

I didn't know they picked on you that
much when you were in high school.

Well, yeah, they're real strict
about that kind of stuff.

You wanna be the Beaver?


I wanna be on television,
or the movies.

That's why I got into this
in the first place.

To get enough money
to go to Hollywood.

Hollywood is a long way
from Buford City.

Don't get me wrong.
I love my family. It's just...

My mama's 36 years old.
She's got eight kids.

The youngest one's
still in diapers.

The most excitin' thing
in her life

is getting the new Sears
and Roebuck catalog.

I just don't want the same
thing to happen to me.

Yeah, but why Hollywood?

Oh, we did this play
in school last year, Our Town.

I got the lead.

And when I was on that stage,

I felt alive.

Like I had electricity
shootin' all through my body.

You ever felt that way?

Yeah, once or twice.

But gettin' into
show business isn't easy.

Neither is watchin'
the world pass you by.

I may not make it,

but there's gotta be
somethin' more to life than

kids and catalogs.

What do you think of him?

- Who?
- Clint Beaumont.

Oh, I... I don't know.

He... he's okay, I guess.


Uh, no reason.

Oh, will you unzip me?
I wanna try on my formal.

Sure. Yeah.


I'm so excited.


You know, zippers were
a brilliant invention.

Buttons were okay, but...

All right.
In the bathroom.



I'll be back out
in a... a couple of minutes.

You know, you're really a prude.

It's a good thing I'm not here to win
this thing. She could be tough to beat.

Well, don't start writing
her acceptance speech.

Connie's the reason I'm here?

We don't have the details yet.

She's not gonna win, is she?

She's not gonna be
around to win.

What do you mean?

Well, according to Ziggy,
she doesn't even finish the contest.

So there must be something terrible that
happens between now and tomorrow night,

because she disappears

and no one ever sees her again.

All right, girls,
let's try it one more time.

Remember, now, lots of smiles,
lots of energy,

Music and step,

step, step,

ball-change, good.

That's it. Oh,
now watch out for those parasols.

That's it. Now like ladies.
That's it.

And shuffle, shuffle, shuffle,
shuffle, shuffle, shuffle. That's it.

The parasols, now.

Keep those parasols.
Keep spinnin'. Keep spinnin'.

That's it.

And up and sway.

Keep swayin', girls.
Keep swayin'. That's it.

And number one, go!

Hi! I'm Cheryl Lynn Birch,
Miss Mason Dixon Line.

My goals are to become
a professional secretary

and to have many children.

Number two, go!

Hi, I'm Victoria Jenkins,
Miss Confederacy!

My goals include
helpin' the needy

and singin' in the church choir.

Number three, go!

Hi, I'm Miss Darlene Monty.

Uh, Miss Sugar Belle.

And my goals include...

My goals, they... they...

Stop, stop!

Is there a problem, Miss Monty?

No. I... I just can't
get my parasol closed.

Seems to be workin' now.

I'll get it right the next time.

Well, there isn't any more time.

It's time for your
pre-pageant interviews.

So everybody go on back
to your rooms,

I'll come and get you
when it's your turn.

It's just... It-it jammed up
on me and...

How did you ever get here?



You see that?

Even as a hologram, I've got it!

Don't tell me, let me guess.

Scarlett O'Hara on steroids.

It's not working, Al.
I'm messin' everything up.


Don't worry about it.
You'll do great tonight.

Yeah, I wouldn't bet on it.

Guess we oughta go get changed.

- Oh, I'll catch up with you later.
- Where you goin'?

Oh, Clint wants to talk to me
about takin' some pictures.

He says he knows some Hollywood
people, movie producers,

they're lookin' for some new talent
and he thinks I might be perfect.

- When did this come up?
- Oh, before rehearsal.

Darlene, this is just
what I wanted.

Wish me luck.

She's gonna need more than luck.

What do you mean by that?

Uh, I think
you better sit down, Sam.

I think you better
sit down, Sam.

I think you
better stand up, Sam.

Come on Al,

just tell me why she doesn't
finish the pageant.

In about a month,

some photographs of Connie
turn up on a calendar.

You know, the kind you see

in the better muffler shops
across the country.

Oh, come on, Al.
Connie's not the kind of girl

who would pose
for that kind of a picture.

People do a lot of things
when they're desperate.


He takes the pictures,
doesn't he?


Yeah. And the poor kid,

when she realized what he
was gonna do with them,

she got so ashamed
she couldn't go home.

I gotta go find Myers.

Why? What are you
gonna tell her?

You're gonna tell her
that your holographic friend

told you about some photographs
that haven't even been taken yet?

Okay. All right.

I-I'm gonna stick with Connie
until the pageant starts.

And then she'll still be here,
and I'll be able to leap out.

Mmm-mmm, no, wait.
Yeah, stick with Connie

but, see, what you gotta realize

is that you used, I mean,

Darlene used the money that
she won in this contest

to go to college.

And she went on to become one of the first
female cardiologists in this country.

So you have to keep
her chances alive

so she can come in third.

She saved a lot
of people's lives, Sam.

So you keep your eye on Connie,

but as far as you're concerned,

you're Miss Sugar Belle.

He's sure he can get me
a meeting with his friends.

The movie producers?

They're not all producers.
Some of 'em are writers and directors.

Will you tie me up?

Tie you up?

Oh. Oh, your hair, huh.

Yeah, I can do that.

Clint says they're gonna be
starting a new picture next month.

And he's sure once they see
the pictures he's gonna take,

that they'll be interested.

How much do we really know
about this Clint guy?

What do you mean?

Well, I mean,
isn't it kind of strange

that he'd know all these
big show biz types

and still be workin' here?

You think he's lyin'?

I just think
you should be careful.

Darlene, Clint's just tryin'
to help me, that's all.

Hmm, maybe he's tryin'
to help himself.

- You're jealous.
- Jealous?

That's right.

You can't stand the fact that
he picked me and not you.

- You know that isn't true.
- Do I?

I should've known after what
you did at the orientation.

I explained that.

You're like the rest of 'em.

Believe me, Connie, I'm not.

Look, I... I know how badly
you wanna change your life,

but Clint is not the answer.

How do you know?
Can you see the future?

Connie, I just...

I'm not gonna spend
the rest of my life

scratchin' in a piece of dirt and
have 10 kids hangin' from my skirt.

I can't!


Connie, wait.


Well, just the person
I was looking for.

It's time for your
pre-pageant interview.

Right now?

I mean, i-i-is it
absolutely necessary?

Well, yes.

Unless you wanna throw away
every chance you have of winnin'.

So, uh, what are
your measurements?


Beg your pardon?

N-no offense, but, uh,

why do you wanna know
what my measurements are?

Well, just because we, uh,
we have to know, that's all.

I don't see where the size
of a person's body

has anything to do
with who they are.

I don't either!

- Thelma!
- Well...

Well, I don't!

Well, I, uh,

I suppose we can, uh,
skip this for now and, uh,

if you'll just sign this,
we'll move right on.

What is this?

It's just a standard
declaration of purity contract.


It's nothing to get your back
up about, Miss Monty.

We just wanna verify the fact
that you are still a virgin.


Now the people that I know,

they're lookin'
for a particular kinda girl.

A special kinda look.

Okay, just relax.



Let's see.

Why don't we, uh,

just loosen this up,
just a little bit.

W-what are you doin'?

Oh, relax.

I was just tryin' to set
the mood, that's all.

Uh, I don't know
if I should be doin' this.

Then maybe you shouldn't.

Connie, I'm gonna be
very honest with you.

I think that you can
go to the top. I really do.

But you gotta give me somethin'
in order to get there.

- What?
- You.

Now, you know what sells
in Hollywood today?

Sex appeal.

And honey, you got it.

And it's up to me
to get it on film.

And when those movie people
see pictures of you,

they're gonna be stepping all
over themselves to sign you up.

But you're gonna
have to help me out.

Do you know what I mean?

You... you want me to take
my clothes off, don't you?

I want you

to do whatever you wanna do.

But I gotta tell you,
if you don't,

there's a hundred other girls
out there that will.

So what's it gonna be?

Are you gonna
go back to Buford City

And wonder "what if"
for the rest of your life?

Or do you wanna see the world?

That's lovely.
Don't be afraid. That's good.

I knew you were the kinda girl

I was looking for
when I first saw you.

You won't regret this.

Trust me.

Relax now.

I won't shoot anything
that will embarrass you.

That's lovely.

I'm looking at a star.

Give me a big smile.
That's right.

Pearly whites. Lovely.

What happened?

Carmen Miranda
have a garage sale?

- Who?
- Carmen Miranda.

She put fruit on the map.
Ah, it was before your time.

Al, give me a break, would you?
T-this is my costume.

Darlene must have sent it
before she left home.

Thank you. Monty.

Darlene Monty, you're next.

I-I'm just gonna need
a few more minutes.


Did you see this? Jerry Lee
Lewis is gonna be here next week.

So am I, if I don't find Connie.

Come on. You'll find her,
but just remember...

I know. I know.
I gotta keep Darlene in the contest.

I know that.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Thank God it's just a rehearsal.

But I never even heard of
this song Cuando le gusta, Al.

That's okay. You learn...
Did you learn the lyrics?


It's all right. I'll be there
to help you through.

As always.

Now a big smile.

Thank you. Thank you.

That was the most humiliating
experience of my life.

Well. I thought she should
have at least let us finish.

We were doin'...
We were doin' fine.

- Finish? Finish?
- Yeah.

Al, we were finished
before we even started.

Now, I gotta find Connie
or I'm never gonna leap.

And if I don't leap,
Darlene is never gonna finish third.

All right, all right.

Ziggy says that
Connie's in your room,

So why don't you... you...

Why don't you, uh,
go and make sure that

Connie isn't doing anything
that she'll regret?

And I'll go downstairs,
just in case

Clint is trying
to take advantage of

any other young,

beautiful, soft...

Going down?

It's me!

Thought I lost you.

Connie, uh,

look, I... I know
you were upset earlier

and I'm sorry about that,

but I just feel like,

maybe we should talk
about things.


Be careful,
you're gonna shrivel up!


You okay?

How are you feeling?


How long were you in there?

I don't know.
An hour, maybe more.

Oh, I felt so dirty.

I thought I could
wash it off, but I couldn't.

- He didn't...
- No.

But it wasn't
because he didn't try.

I'm so stupid!

It's not your fault.

But you tried to warn me,
and I didn't listen.

I thought I could
just do it and forget it.

What am I gonna do, Darlene?

Well, first off,
we gotta get the film.


Maybe I could talk to him

and ask him to give
the pictures back.

Tell him I changed my mind.

He's not gonna use those
pictures to help me, is he?

I gotta get out of here.
Where's my case?

I gotta get out of here.

Uh, Connie.
Connie, just stop, stop.

Now, listen,
you can't run away from your mistakes.

Trust me, I know.

I'll get the pictures back.
But you have to promise

you'll stay
and finish the pageant.

Why are you doin' this?

Why do you care?


We... we farm girls,
we gotta stick together, right?


It's... it's okay,
it's okay. It's all right.

Who is it?

It's Peg Myers.


Is everything all right?

We missed you at the talent
rehearsal, Miss Duncan.

Well, I was, uh...

She's not really
feeling very well.

You know, I think it might be
a better idea if she would just

stay here and rest
until the pageant starts.

All right,
if you think that's best.

But I'll expect to see you in 10
minutes for photos down by the pool.

- Okay.
- In your bathing suit.

Bathing suit!

Nice suit.

Come with a bucket and shovel?

They're all yours,
Mr. Beaumont.

All right, ladies,
let's take some pictures.

That's good.

Okay, ladies,
why don't you all relax?

We'll get individual shots.

Pretty as a picture.

Why don't we take some?

I think maybe you should
start with somebody else.

Don't worry, I won't bite.

Just be yourself.
It's all right.

Stand right over there.



Sweetheart, I can't get
a good shot

unless you cooperate.

I guess some people are easier
to control than others.

Well, I usually get what I want.

Especially if the girl
is desperate enough.

What kind of lies
did you tell her?

Well, why don't you ask her?

You know, you can't use people
and expect to get away with it.

Who's gonna stop me?

- You're lookin' at him.
- Him?

Sweetheart, you're more
confused than I thought.

Besides, I've already
gotten away.

Maybe not.

Give me the bag.

- What's goin' on here?
- Ask him.

She's lost her mind.

Give him the bag, Darlene.

Ask him about the private
photo sessions in his room.

Uh, I have no idea
what she's talking about.

Just please
take a look at the film.

This is insane.
You're not gonna believe her.

I don't care if you believe me or
not, just look at the film.

It's your job to protect
the contestants, isn't it?

Give me the bag.

What the hell are you doing?

Would you wait for me in the pageant
hall, Mr. Beaumont?


I'm sorry.
I feel really bad

about putting you
in the middle of all this.

Not as bad as the person
on this film is gonna feel.

What do you mean?

Well, if what you say is true,
the person in these pictures

will have to be disqualified
from the pageant.

At least stick around
until the pageant's over.

It's already over.

Look, we can try
and get the pictures.

Myers wouldn't use them
against you.

I've ruined things for myself!

I'm not about to let you see
you hurt your chances to win.

Look, Connie.

- Look, at least...
- Hey!

One good thing
will come out of this.

Clint Beaumont won't be around

to ruin any more chances
for any dumb country girls

too blind to see the real truth.

I wouldn't be
too sure about that.

Put your hand up on there.
Yeah. There you go.

Don't go anywhere.

My bus leaves in 10 minutes.

So you'll get the next one.

- But what...
- Give me 10 more minutes.

All right.

Stay with her, Al.

Like white on rice,
little darlin'.

Why did you kick Connie out
and let Beaumont stay?

Mr. Beaumont has been with
this pageant for 12 years.

He used her!

She didn't have to let
him photograph her naked.


Well, she obviously
went along with it.

She made a mistake.
You sometimes do that at 19.

And you're avoiding my question.

Why is Beaumont still here?

I'm not about to change photographers
on the night of the pageant.

You're ruining Connie's life.

Oh, don't be so melodramatic.

Her life isn't ruined.

What would have happened to you if
you'd been kicked out of a pageant?

My God!

You posed nude for him when you
were a contestant, didn't you?

Don't be absurd.

How could you let him do that to other
girls after being through it yourself?

Or was posing naked your idea?



It just happened.

First it was, uh:

"Let me see some shoulder."

And then, "Drop that strap down
a little lower, it's in my shot."

And then it was,
"You're so beautiful.

"Don't be afraid.
Just relax.

"I won't shoot anything
that will embarrass you."

And then before you
realize it, you're naked

and it's all too late.

I just wanted to say I'm
sorry about what happened.

That's because those pictures would be
worth a hell of a lot more if she'd won.

It doesn't matter. At least you
won't have my pictures anymore.

You don't have 'em.

I don't have 'em.

You dog!

She wouldn't
give it back to you.

She would, and she did.

Well, I don't believe you.

Well, I'll send you a copy of the
calendar, in a month or two.

Mr. Beaumont!

I'd do anything
to get those pictures back.

Oh, no, no, no, no!

Well, why don't we talk
about this over a drink,

- No, no, no.
- ...in my room?

Sam, Clint is taking
Connie to his room.

The scuzz wants to make
a trade for the film.

- Trade?
- Trade?

Yeah, trade. You know, "trade"?
Trade, trade.

Room 318. Hurry up.

Just hang in there, Connie,
the cavalry's coming.


Not you again.

Leave her alone.

Who the hell do you think
you are, her guardian angel?

- I guess so.
- Ow!

I'm sorry, was that your foot?

I'm sorry.

You okay?

Yeah. Where did you
learn to hit?

Um, the 4-H Club.

- Oh, Sam, get the film.
- Oh.

Where's the film?

Film? What film?

The film.

I'm sorry. I didn't see you there.
I'm sorry.

What are you doing?

- Ow!
- Oh, watch your head.


What are you doing?

You're nuts!

Uh-huh. Where's the film?

It's under the mattress.

Look under the mattress.

Let me in, crazy girl, let me in.
You're gonna kill me.

I got it.


Oh, watch your head.
There you go. There you go.



here you go.

Well, there's always next year.

Not for you.

I'm gonna see that you never
do another beauty pageant.

You got too much to lose.

I've already lost.

At least I can make sure no other
young girl makes the same mistake.

You're all right.
Peg, you're all right.

Now, you two girls
better go get changed,

you have a beauty pageant
to finish.

I can't believe this, Al.
Why am I still here?

Relax. Uh, I just had a look
at the judges' scorecards.

And you're hanging on
to a solid fourth.

- Fourth?
- Yes.

I'm supposed to finish
third, aren't I?

Yes, third. I know,
but look at it this way,

you haven't even started the
talent contest yet, and...

Okay, we're in
a little bit of trouble.

What we have to do is figure out
something else for you to do.

Like what?

I don't know.

I don't know.
But whatever it is,

you gotta go out there
and set the place on fire.

This isn't on the program.

What the heck is
she doin' up there?

Lighten up, Arlen.

It's rock 'n' roll,
and I like it!

That was third place.

Finishing third,
second runner-up

With a scholarship of $500,

...Cheryl Lynn Birch.

I blew it, Al. Darlene's never
going to become a doctor.

Hey, Sam,
you did the best you could.

The first runner-up

with a $1,000 scholarship,

...Vicky Jenkins.

What happens to Connie?

Uh, she's fine.
She goes home.

Uh, she starts
a little community theater

and she leads a good life.

This is the moment
we've all been waiting for.

The winner
of a $2,000 scholarship

and the new Miss Deep South:

Darlene Monty!

You did it, you won!

Darlene's gonna be a doctor!

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm proud to present
your new queen,

1959's Miss Deep South.

How does it feel
to be Miss Deep South?

Are you okay?

I just wish Katey
could be here to see this.

Oh, Sam.

Frank, no!