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QUANTUM LEAP
THE MIRROR SHATTERED
SCREENPLAY: PART III
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GHEE
What'sa matter? You hate pilots?
AL
No, I love pilots...
(sneering)
I just hate men who have nothing better
to do than to go around spewing rotten pick-up lines at every woman they
see.
Ghee backs away, hands up in surrender.
GHEE
Okay... okay! Sorry...
Ghee leaves, muttering to himself about Earth bimbos. Al sighs in disgust.
BARTENDER
You'll have to excuse him... He has
a one-track mind.
Al spins back to face Bartender. Bartender is adorned in a bright tunic featuring all the colors found in a rainbow... and some that are not. Al squints.
AL
Why am I in this... body? Why aren't
I myself? Like Sam?
BARTENDER
He--
(glances heavenward)
--thought it was time that you
experienced this firsthand. It may make you a little more sympathetic to
Sam's past situations.
AL
Okay, fine, whatever.
(looks around)
Speaking of Sam, where is he?
BARTENDER
Oh, he'll be here...
AL
Good... Hey, I got a question for
you.
BARTENDER
Fire away.
AL
What has Sam been doing these past
four years? Do you know how hard it's been to keep the Project going after
his body disappeared?
BARTENDER
He's been learning about the future.
He has been allowed to remember all he sees here, so that he can bring
the information back with him when he goes back to his own Time.
AL
So, he will be Leaping
home?
BARTENDER
(nods)
But only after both of you have learned
what you need.
AL
Why the future? Why not the past?
BARTENDER
The past has been a mere prologue...
a prep class for what's to come.
AL
But what are we supposed to be learning
here?
BARTENDER
There is another force out there,
Leaping people through Time. However, this force is dark, sinister... evil.
AL
You mean Lothos?
BARTENDER
Yes. Lothos is a minion of Satan,
put on this Earth to hinder the efforts of people like Sam. He grows stronger
every day, his legions of Leapers multiplying rapidly.
AL
So, we're, like, preparing to do what?
Stop him before he begins?
BARTENDER
Something like that.
AL
(sighs)
Well, this ought to
be fun.
Just then, someone approaches the bar on Al's right. Al looks over to see who it might be. The figure is draped in a cape, its hood shadowing the features of the person.
FIGURE
(head down, not making eye contact)
I'll have a Blue Boonberry Twist.
Al's eyes widen. It is Sam's voice.
