Quantum Leap (1989–1993): Season 4, Episode 8 - Dreams - February 28, 1979 - full transcript

Sam leaps into a detective that is working on a gruesome murder and must deal with flashbacks from the mind of his leapee.

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.

Jack, it's me. It's Roselli.


- Don't you hear that?
- Yeah.

- Well?
- Well...

Check it out.

Check it out.

Oh, boy.

Oh, my God.

Shh. There's someone in the room.

Oh, my God.
It's okay.

It's okay.
I'm gonna get you outta here.

- My mommy...
- I know. Come on.

Come on.
Come here, son.

Okay, here we go.

Wait a second, wait a second.
Close your eyes, okay?

Keep your head down. That's it.

Don't look, don't look.

Here we go. The little boy's in shock.

- The girl's scared to death.
- Christ. Where did they come from?

There's a woman in there.
I think she's their...


Oh, um...

I'll take them downstairs.

Please, I want my daddy.

- Where is your daddy?
- I don't know.

- Is your daddy home, honey?
- No. I want my daddy!

Come on. Go, go, go, go, go!

Take him, take him.
All right.

It's all right. Owner's named Peter DeCaro.
Maybe that's who's in there.

Okay, look.
I'm gonna go talk to your daddy, okay?

That's not my daddy. Why would my daddy
make my mommy scream like that?

I want my daddy!

All right.
We're gonna find your daddy, okay?

I promise you.
You go with her.

- Jack, wait for backup.
- Yeah.

- Now get 'em outta here.
- Come on.

- It's all right.
- In all my years of leaping,

I can't remember feeling so unprepared
for what was ahead of me.

And yet seeing those two kids
and finding their mother...

I felt this rage
inside me like someone

or something else was
making me go forward.

All I could hope for was that
whatever was driving me...

would let me know what to do
with a cold-blooded killer.



Janice? Janice?

I'm over here by the window.

It's... a lovely night, don't you think?

A lovely night.

- Mr. DeCaro?
- Yes?

Mr. DeCaro, I want to talk to you.

- I can't see you.
- I'm right here.

- I have a gun.
- Why don't you put it down so we can talk?

- I'd like to talk to my wife.
- Okay.

You put the gun down,
and we'll go find her.

Why don't you come out
where I can see you?

I can't see you.

All right. Here I come.

Now why don't you
put the gun down?

Oh, no.

I have to kill myself.
But I'd love to talk to Janice before I do.

Okay. Okay.

Come on.
Just put the gun down.

We'll go talk to her.
That's it.

Easy. Nice and slow. Good.

That's right.


Gun's down!

- Hold him! You got it?
- I got him, I got him.

- Give me your hand.
- This is my house!

- Turn over! Come on!
- Get your hands off me!

- Here we go.
- Settle down!

- You all right, Stone?
- Here ya go.

Yeah, yeah. I just, uh...

- I slipped in the hall.
- Let me go!

Uh, gee, Sam.
We had a hell of a time tracking you.

Ziggy says that your
brain is scrambled.

Wha... What happened?

Holy mackerel.

What's goin' on here?

Sam? Sam. Hello, Sam!

What channel are you tuned into?

Aww, geez louise!

- Why am I here, Al?
- Uh, Ziggy gives it a 99% chance...

that you're here to save
a guy named Peter DeCaro.

I did that.

Yeah, well, in the original history,
he... he tried to commit suicide, and...

I did that,
so why haven't I leaped?

Uh... Uh, well,
we're still working on that.

Uh, we figured when
you changed history,

maybe you would just leap then.

- But I didn't.
- Didn't what?

You know, you're kinda edgy.

- What?
- You said you didn't.

- I said, you're really edgy.
- Didn't what?

I didn't get here in time.

I was 10 minutes away,
and you were here before me.

We got here as soon as we could.

What's goin' on with you, Sam?


- You sure you're all right?
- I... just felt...

- You want me to give you a lift home?
- Her name is Pam Roselli.

- No, thanks, Pam...
- No, call her Roselli.

Roselli... I'll drive myself.

Yeah. I still can't figure out
how that hunk of junk keeps running.

Well, why don't you go home,
get cleaned up, and I'll, uh...

I'll take care of the paperwork
on this creep.

Sam. Sam?

Come on.
I'll show you where it is.

Hey. Yes.
It's a mess, I'll tell you that.

What happened here?

It's a murder.
A woman was murdered.

A woman? What woman?
Mrs. DeCaro?

Oh, my God.
Where's her husband, Peter?

- I don't know. I don't know.
- I have to see Peter.

Talk to the captain.

Central 20, 902 for a transfer.
902 for a transfer.

Sam, what is goin' on
in that noggin of yours?

- Come on. Talk to me, Sam.
- I don't know, Al.

Ever since I saw
that woman's body,

I've felt like there was
something else I was here to do.

What? Peter DeCaro goes on trial,
and he gets the chair.

I don't know, Al.

I can't have leaped in here
to save Peter DeCaro's life

only to have him die
for killing his wife.

That doesn't make sense.

He doesn't die for
killing his wife.

He dies because he murders...
Jack Stone.

- What?
- Jack Stone was eviscerated...

in the same room,
in the same house,

at practically the exact same hour...
two days from now.

Only it's not Jack Stone who dies.

It's me.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, damn it!

- Take it easy, Sam.
- What're you...

Sam, take it easy.
It's just me.

What's goin' on?

Why would Peter DeCaro
want to kill me?

I don't know.
Well, uh, nobody ever found out.

Well, there's got to be
some kind of a reason. I mean, I...

I feel like I'm... possessed, Al.

- Possessed?
- Yeah.

Great. Now it's The Exorcist.

No, no.
Not by the devil, by Jack.

You remember when we simul-leaped
and part of me mixed up with part of you?

- No, no, no.
- Well, I do.

And ever since...

this leap began, I...

I feel like I'm not... all alone here.

Well, you're not alone.
I'm here.

No, I-I don't mean... like that.
I mean,

inside here.

What if Jack, when he leaped out,

left a piece of himself in here,

and that piece knows why
Peter is gonna kill him.

A piece of Jack?

- Yes.
- Uh-uh. No. This is too weird.

Well, say something happened
to his mind, right?

And... I don't know...
in order to protect it or something,

he invented a whole
personality, or...

No, no. Forget it. Forget it!

You're here to make sure
that you don't get...

I mean, that...
that Jack doesn't get killed.

You're not here to psychoanalyze
a bunch of alter egos...

from a guy in the waiting room
20 years in the future.

Something happened
in the DeCaro house tonight...

something that triggered
Jack's memory.

Right? Now, maybe...

Well, maybe it's his memory. Maybe
it was like a vision into the future.

- That kind of a thing.
- Sam. Sam, Jack is not here!

Well, maybe part of him is. Right?
And... All right, look.

Just you go back and have Ziggy
run a check on Jack Stone, right?

Everything... From the moment he was
born till the moment he dies. Okay?

- But that could take a couple of days.
- Where am I goin'?

I'll tell you where you're goin'.
You're goin' to die...

if you don't, you know,
figure out...

- Look, look.
- Figure something out.

I'll figure it out, okay?

You just go and have
Verbena Beeks talk to Stone.

Well, what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna... meet Roselli
in DeCaro's office in the morning.

What are you waiting for?
Get going.

I'm waiting to see if your
head's gonna spin around.

Go find out about Stone.

At the heart of every
mystery lies a question.

I didn't know why, but something
was drawing me back to the bathroom

where the body had been...

Something that I hoped
would be the answer.

What have you got, Jack?

It's not what you would
expect from a murderer.

I mean, this guy's on the board
of several reputable corporations,

he supports the arts, he donates his time,
he donates his money.

Same thing here...
busy executive, heavy schedule,

yet still gets to Little League games
and to ballet recitals.

- What's that?
- A day in the life of Peter DeCaro.

It's his agenda.
Why don't you have a look, Jack?

There may be something in here
that'll tell me what happened.

What happened with what?

With DeCaro yesterday...
something that set him off, you know?

Where did he go? Who did he see?
What did he eat for lunch?

- Or who.
- What?

The coroner said that when they put Mrs.
DeCaro back together...

they were missing her heart.

I'm sorry, that was tactless of me.
The woman's dead.

I guess I'm trying to cover up
being totally freaked out by it.

Uh, Ziggy says this heart business
never came up at Peter's trial.

And, uh, if the coroner made a report,

it's not in the files, so...

- Here we go.
- What?

Yesterday morning he had
several financial meetings,

lunch with some bigwig from Japan.

He had a doctor's
appointment after lunch,

and then he canceled
the rest of the day.

Who's the doctor?

- Mason Crane.
- Maybe he had an incurable disease,

- and he couldn't handle it.
- That's the shrink.

DeCaro asked for Crane
even before he asked for his lawyer.

- I want to talk to him.
- I already did.

We questioned Crane,
and he said that DeCaro had been under

some kind of stress...
some type of marital problem.

Well, maybe then Crane knew DeCaro
wanted to kill his wife.

- Oh.
- That would make it premeditated.

Mason Crane is one of the most
respected psychiatrists in this city.

That doesn't make a difference!

Sometimes these guys... They get too close.
They get involved and they lose track.

Look, if he knew that a crime was
gonna be committed, he was obligated...

I should have gotten there sooner.

You got there damn near before the
call went out.

- I got there late.
- No.

- But the kids didn't.
- That's a good point, Sam.

I spoke to the little girl.
She didn't see anything.

Her brother blocked her view, and then
he pushed her into the bathroom to hide.

What about the boy?

His name is P.J.
I think he's still at the hospital.

Um, I think they took
him to Malibu General.

I want to talk to him.

I'll ask the doctors if
they'll let you speak to him.

Right, and get any background
you can on Crane.

Okay. Does this mean that
dinner tonight is on or off?

- Dinner?
- Dinner tonight... my place, 9:00.

- Say yes.
- Why?

That way I won't have
to go looking for you

when you're sneakin' around the
DeCaro house again tonight.

- "Why?"
- Not.

- Why not?
- I'll take that as a positive response.

- Yeah.
- I think.

- Dr. Harvey to Radiology.
- Look, P.J., I know this is hard for you.

It's hard for me too.

But I need your help.

Dr. Lowe to Pediatrics.

I'm trying to help your dad.

I'm trying to figure out
who hurt your mommy.

Now I know that
you're hurting too.

But... I need you to come back.

Not for a long time,
just for a couple seconds

so I can talk to you a little
bit, okay?

I know you're very frightened, and...
and you're very confused right now,

but I need your help.

Okay? So we can just talk,
just for a second, and...

Okay. Okay.

Tell you what. I'm gonna come back a little
later. Maybe we can try again. All right?

Some leaps seem clear and direct.

You have a piece of history to change,
you change it, and you leap.

Then there are others
that seem to get under my skin.

Only somehow,
it wasn't just my skin.

Yeah, I'm looking for
Dr. Mason Crane?

- Mr...
- Sam.

Jack. Uh, I'm sorry.
Jack Stone. Doctor?

What can I do for
you, Mr. Stone?

Uh, Peter DeCaro suggested
that I come see you.

I'm sorry.
I'm not accepting any new patients.

Well, I-I was hoping that you
could make an exception.

Well, I'm very sorry,
but my schedule is totally booked.

Perhaps I can recommend
one of my colleagues to you.

Look, this is very important to me.

What is it you want, Mr. Stone?

I want to sleep... again.

I-I've been having these dreams.

They're very frightening to me, and...

I want 'em to stop.

They have to stop, Dr. Crane.

They have to.

Part of what you're saying
to me is a lie, Mr. Stone,

and part of it is painfully true.

Be here tomorrow at 4:00.

And please, Mr. Stone,
don't lie to me again.

I don't like lies, and I always know.

Well, what are you standing there for?
Come on.

Let's check out his office and
see what makes this shrink tick.

Come on, Sam. You're a cop.
Jimmy the lock!

I'm not... I'm not a cop!
I don't know how to jimmy the lock.

Try a credit card.

We've looked through
everything, Al.

Maybe we should think
about getting out of here.

Hey, wait. Oh, lookit.

There's a Rolodex.
Why didn't we look in the Rolodex there?

I mean, the guy's gotta be connected with a
lot of heavy hitters... judges, C.E.O.'s,

uh, corporate moguls
and movie stars...

Everything. Biggies!

- Wait a second.
- What? What?

Crane is seeing the husband,

and Crane is seeing the wife.

- The wife too?
- Plus half of L.A.

- What have we got on this guy Crane?
- Well, we don't have much.

He practiced here in L.A. till '83,
then went to Chicago.

He must have retired then,
because we don't have anything else on him.

What about Stone?

Well, he's adding up to
be a pretty regular joe.

Huh! I mean, Jack.


His mother died
when he was 10 years old.

He dropped out of UCLA.
He was a pretty good athlete... the guy.

Uh, then he joined the police force
and retired in 1980.

That pretty much brings him up
to where you leaped in.

Of course, now he gets murdered.

I get murdered.

Well, all you have to
do is not get killed,

- and Ziggy says you're gonna leap.
- But I do get killed, damn it!

Don't you understand?
I've seen it.

I've seen it clearly,
like it's already happened.

Sam, what is happening with you?

I don't know.

I'm scared, Al.

I'm scared and confused,


I feel like I'm losing my mind.

I don't want to die, Al.

Well, you're not gonna die, Sam.

Why would he tell me
he suspected marital problems?

Yeah, especially since
he's treating the two of 'em.

If he's treating them both, then he
would know all their problems, right?


So why wouldn't he tell Janice
that her husband was homicidal?

Maybe he didn't know.

You would think that...

someone who was gonna...

cut up someone else...

Yeah, without even getting
a little spot of evidence on him.

Would have some
premeditated thoughts.

- Look, leave it to Homicide.
- I tried, but I can't.

Something inside of
me won't let it rest.

You're trying
to blow this case,

and I... I just can't figure out why.

I'm just trying to figure out
who murdered Janice DeCaro.

- You're a liar.
- No, I'm not.

I can't shake her image.
When I eat, when I sleep,

I can't have a conversation
without flashing on it.

What are you doing?

You have been a cop long enough to have
seen a lot worse than Janice DeCaro.

You see, actually I haven't.

Listen. Sometimes the hardest thing
about being a cop...

is knowing when to walk away.

Sometimes you can't walk away.

- I'll call you after I talk to Crane.
- Okay.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Sure, okay.

I'll meet you back at Stone's.

- Night.
- Night.

Why don't you lie down right there?

If you don't mind,

I think I'd probably feel a little bit
better if I just stayed sitting up.

Try it. At $200 an hour I find that most
of my patients enjoy the full effect.

Wouldn't you think so, Jack?
Or would you prefer Lieutenant Stone?

- We met the night of the DeCaro murder.
- I don't remember you.

You were disturbed
by Janice DeCaro's death...

much more than even you
would like to admit.

Listen, I'm... I'm sorry. I don't think
you're gonna be able to help me. I...

Sit down, Jack.

You at least owe me an explanation
for breaking into this office yesterday.

- The truth.
- I, uh...

The truth.

I was looking for a connection
between Peter visiting you...

and then, five hours later,
killing his wife and attempting suicide.

- And what did you find?
- Nothing.

I appreciate your honesty.
It will make our work much easier.

How do you know I'm
telling the truth now?

It's one of my gifts.

- Shall we begin?
- Well, since we're being so honest here,

I would like to know
about Peter and Janice DeCaro.

Fair enough. First you, then me.
What would you like to know?

Why was he coming to see you?

Peter was hopelessly
in love with his wife.

They were having trouble communicating.

He came by himself for almost a year,
and then, uh, he brought Janice.

She asked to see me separately.
She wanted to leave her husband.

- Why? Was she having an affair?
- Now it's your turn, Jack.

Lie down. Please.

Don't feel that you have to look at me.

Just relax.

You said that you were
having a recurring dream.

Tell me your dream.

Look, I-I really don't...

Just look at the ceiling
and let your mind relax.

Okay, um...

I'm in a hall, and...

it's very dark,

except for, uh...

I really can't do this.
I'm sorry. I never...

Of course you can.

Because you're desperate to understand
how someone as normal as Peter DeCaro...

could eviscerate his wife.

It frightens you,
and you don't know why.

Now, it's dark except for...


for the light at the end of the hall,
which is over a big door.

Everything looks big.
The doors and the ceiling seems very high.

And the closer I get to the door
at the end of the hall,

the bigger everything seems to get.

The light is so bright
that it hurts my eyes,

and I can't read the sign.

Does the sign frighten you?


Read the sign to me.

- I'm afraid.
- Can you see the door?

- Yes.
- Open the door, Jack.

I can't... open it.

Just like I couldn't open the door...

where Janice DeCaro's body was.

I can't open the door.

- What's behind the door, Jack?
- I don't know.

Well, sh... she was.

She's behind it, all ripped apart,
and... and...

He took her heart.

They couldn't find her heart.

She didn't love him.

So he cut her heart out?

In the mind of a psychotic,
it's poetic justice.


When you give an idea away,
or a thought,

or even a kiss,
you can never take it back.

But... the heart is always yours to give,

and yours to take.

Janice wanted her heart back,
and that rejection was unbearable.

Did you know Peter was gonna
kill his wife, Dr. Crane?


what happened to Janice DeCaro...

has given you a door
to your own past...

a horrifying door.

I can give you the key to that door.

Sam, you've gotta get outta here!

Ziggy found out
why DeCaro kills you!

I, uh...

I have to go now.

Tomorrow then.

Jack and Janice had an
affair two years ago.

She called him the
night of the murder.

4:00? I'm the only way
you'll know the truth, Jack.

DeCaro isn't the killer.
You are!

Ziggy ran a check on all the
phone calls from the DeCaro house

on the night of the murder,

and the last number called
was yours... Jack Stone's.

- You gotta go to the police, Sam.
- I gotta talk to P.J. First.

Stone told Beeks that he had an affair
with Janice DeCaro back in '77.

Peter must have known...

It doesn't make sense, Al.
Why would I leap into a murderer?

I don't know.

But Roselli said that she was only 10
minutes away when the call came in,

- and yet you got there before she did.
- So what?

- You had blood all over your clothes!
- I fell down, not Jack.

Jack said that he hadn't
talked to her for a year.

But she called,
left a message to come to the house.

He didn't kill her.
I know he didn't kill her!

But what if he did? What if he forgot?

He's Swiss-cheesed, Sam.
It makes a lot of sense.

Th-The dreams, the flashes...
That all ties with the murder.

Then why does Jack die?

If he killed Janice and cut her
up, who kills him and cuts him up?

- Peter!
- No!

Somebody else was in that house, and P.J.'s
the only one who can tell me who it was.

I don't think you should see
him, Sam.

No kidding. The kid's in shock,

and if you're the killer,
you're gonna terrify him.

If I was the killer, he never would
have let me take him out of the shower.

P.J. Is the only one who can help me,
and maybe... maybe I can help him.

Yeah, but maybe you'll
push him over the edge.

Do you think you
have the right to...

to take a chance like that
with this little kid's mind?

Don't be too hard on him, Sam.

Hey, P.J., remember me?

Remember I said I was gonna come back,
and we could talk some more?

Listen, P.J.,
I still need your help.

I can't figure out what happened in your
house when you came home the other day.

Sam, Beeks says if you make him
remember his mother's murder,

he could maybe never
pull out of this ever.

He doesn't have to remember
the bad stuff.

Can you hear me, P.J.?

I just need you to remember.

Who was in your house
when you came home?

Damn it! Sam, you still get killed.

We must be leaving
something out.

I'm gonna go back and check and
see if I can find out what it is.

You stay right here, okay?


you're my last hope.

I know this is hard, but...

just... try and remember.

Who was in your house
when you came home from school?

Who hurt your mother?


A pair of hands?

Not hands. Gloves?


- Hello?
- Dr. Crane, please.

- May I ask who's calling?
- Jack Stone.

Just a moment, please.

Once again I was drawn to the DeCaro house.

But this time I knew
Dr. Crane had to be with me.

I want you to go back
to the dream.

You're standing in the hall,

and it's dark,
except for the light at the far end.

Do you see the door?


Where are you?

I don't know.

Are you in your home, Jack?


I see steps...

and an elevator...

and a lot of doors with...

words on them.

What do they say?

I... can't read the words.

- They're too big.
- How old are you, Jack?

I'm nine.

I'm nine years old.




Why... are you in a hospital?

Why are you in the basement
of a hospital?

I had to come.

The grown-ups were crying.

They made me come here...

and told me to stay,

but I didn't.

Stay for what?

I don't know.

Yes, you do.
Look at the door.

I'm going to open the door.

No, I'm not supposed to be here!

- I'm not supposed to go inside.
- But you did.

You did go inside.
I want you to go inside again.

No! The light!

The light!

What's in the room?

I don't want to look.
Tell me what's inside the room.

A table and...

a lot of big drawers,

and a man in a white coat,

and blood.

What's happening?

He knows that I'm here.

He wants me to go.

He says I don't belong here.


I won't go!

You let her go!
She's not supposed to be dead.

- Who's dead? Who's on the table?
- My mommy.

Sam. Sam!

Sam! Snap out of it! He's inside your mind.
Ziggy can't hold on to you.

My mommy's on the table.

Not your mom, Sam.
Jack Stone's mom.

I was at my grandparents' house,

and when I got home...

it was too late.

Not you. Jack Stone!

We went to the hospital,
and all the grown-ups went upstairs.

But I heard a nurse say
she wasn't upstairs.

She was in the basement.

She was my mommy.

I had to find her.

She was dead.

She was in autopsy.

She was dead,

and they were... cutting her up.

Jack Stone witnessed
his mother's autopsy.

When he saw Janice DeCaro, that brought
back the memory of that little boy.

They were cutting her up.

And somehow in your
Swiss cheese mind,

uh, you were left
with the little boy's trauma.

Just like...

you cut up Janice DeCaro.

You killed her.

Janice had to die.

You cut her open.

- She wouldn't give me her heart.
- Uh-oh.

We were lovers,

but she didn't want to go on.

She didn't want me to touch her.

But I did.

I told her that I loved her
and that I had to have her heart.

But you see, that was her problem.

She couldn't give her heart.

So I took it.

It was the only way
that I could really help her.

The same way I'm going to help you...

forget the awful pain you saw, Jack.

I can help you, Jack.

This guy is nuts, Sam.
He's goin' for your gun!

I can help you take away
all the pain in your head.

Snap out of it, Sam!

- The pain.
- Sam, run!

I want you to take your gun, Jack.

It's the only way...

to take the pain away, Jack.

You have to die.

You have to shoot yourself.

I have to shoot myself...

- to take away the... pain.
- No, Sam! No!

You're under hypnosis.
It's the same thing he did to Peter!

That's why Peter
tried to kill himself.

Put the gun to your head, Jack.

Like this.

Take the pain away.

No, Sam!

I don't think so.

Billy! Billy Beaumont!

God Almighty, Billy!
Is it really you?

- Yeah, I-it's me.
- Ohh!

Billy! Billy!

Every churchgoin' soul
in the whole town...

has been prayin' for you
to roll in here.

- Why?
- Why?

Well, why else, boy?
To make it rain.


"Purveyor of precipitation
and maker of rai..."

Oh, boy.