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Previously on "Timeless"...

That's my handwriting,

but I didn't write that.

But you will.

I lost my whole family.

Because you murdered them.

Rittenhouse murdered them.

I asked about Rittenhouse,
and no one's ever heard of him.

Rittenhouse isn't a "him." It's a "they."

Really? You do?

Yeah. Four languages, actually.

I don't care. Lucy and Wyatt trust me.

And I am not spying on them.

- Car trouble?
- You're with Rittenhouse.

If you keep playing your part,
it helps us protect everyone.

You, your family.

Carol's my mother,

but Henry isn't my father and never was.

My mother's been lying
to me my whole life.

I just want to know who my father is.

This is his name.

Hey, Ma. Finals were last night?

Second place. Kevin missed
a shot at the buzzer,

hasn't come out of his room since.

Can't believe I forgot.
He is gonna hate me.

Don't take on guilt
nobody's placed on you.

Your brother understands
how important your job is.

Still should've been there.

You are there.

This house, his tuition,

his damn basketball shoes.

Because of you,
because of how hard you work.

Speaking of. That's Connor.

Why'd you come to my place?

Okay, what... what is the
Rittenhouse guy doing here?

Do me a favor.

Don't use that word aloud.

Listen carefully to him.

Whatever this is,
I don't want any part of it.

How'd your brother take the loss?

I could've sworn that
last shot was gonna go in.

Just off the back rim.

There's no need for theatrics.

Close the door.

Flynn took the Mothership
to Washington, D.C.

on June the 20th, 1972.

What's June 20th, 1972?

Really?

Kids today.

The Watergate scandal.
There was a break-in

at the Democratic National
Committee offices.

Freeze!

It turns out President
Nixon was mixed up in it.

He had to resign. I know that part.

Yes, well, he might
have got away with it,

but he was secretly
recording every conversation

he had in the Oval Office.

You know something about
secretly recording people.

The tape he made on June 20, 1972,

speaking to his Chief of
Staff, Bob Haldeman,

was special.

Special how?

There was an 18 1/2 minute gap.

But we have to give
the press another story,

because the real truth is...

Erased by his secretary. Lost forever.

It's one of the great mysteries.

There's a concern that
Flynn has gone back to 1972

in order to steal that
tape before it gets erased.

What do we think's on it?

That's none of your damn business.

It's important that no one
hears what's on that tape...

Not you or Wyatt or Lucy,
and certainly not Garcia Flynn.

Understand?

When you get there, call this number.

Make regular reports.

Report what?

To who?

And if I don't?

That's a nice house, Rufus.

Nice family.

He's going to do it. Now back off.

- Hey.
- Lucy,

Flynn's taken out the Mothership.

Yeah. I'm... I'm on my way.

So, just to be clear,

you lurked outside your
dad's house for hours

without ever knocking.

You know there are stalker laws, right?

Correction: I had a dad.

This man is just my biological father.

- You're still his daughter.
- A daughter that he didn't

want to see for my entire life.

Listen. I don't know what kind of guy

is gonna answer that door,

but I do know, at some point,

you're gonna have to knock.

Press credentials. Completely authentic.

Should get you into the White House

without too much of a hitch.

And we're positive Flynn's
going after the Nixon tapes?

No, but it's a good place to start.

And June 20, 1972 is a special day.

It's the day that Nixon records
the missing 18 1/2 minutes.

I would give anything to hear that tape.

Not me.

When you find Flynn, maybe you
can blind him with that suit.

I look like Greg Brady.

Well, go find Marcia
and Peter and get going.

- Ready?
- Yep.

Initiate Lifeboat departure procedure.

Hell no, we won't go.

Hell no, we won't go.

These colors just don't exist anymore.

Like, not even in nature.

Burnt orange, that puke
tint between green and yellow.

Jeez. We had to land in a marsh?

Thought it was a bit more
private than the South Lawn.

There they go. Couple
of Nixon's baby killers.

What in the hell you call me?

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Take it easy! Take it easy!

Wyatt!

- Lucy!
- Wyatt, help!

Lucy!

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You okay?

Peachy.

Recognize this room?

You stayed here the night
Abraham Lincoln was shot.

A few weeks for us. A century for them.

Remarkable, huh?

Oh, God.

You're gonna talk us to
death, aren't you?

Had a hunch I'd find you

on the way to the White House, Lucy.

I need you to do something for me.

We're not getting the Nixon tape for you.

Not necessary. Already got it myself.

You broke into the White House basement.

You think you're the only
ones who can forge a 1970s ID?

I do own a color printer and a laminator.

The only problem was

I had to shoot a White
House guard on the way out.

Well, two, actually.

And now I can't really move
around the city freely.

Authorities are looking for me.

So I need you to find something.

- What?
- Let's have a listen.

Have to give the press another story,

because the real truth is

this doc is more important
than anyone knows.

If Rittenhouse...

Mr. President,

we can't discuss Rittenhouse in here.

We need to get the doc back.

We need to get the doc back now.

- And if we can't?
- I'm done.

They'll see to that.
Not just with the presidency,

but with my wife, with my girls.

Rittenhouse plays by different rules.

Do you understand who they are?
How deep I'm in with Rit...

Did you hear what President
Nixon just said, Lucy?

I'm sorry. I didn't hear that.

Rittenhouse.

I guess it's not so much
my paranoid delusion anymore,

is it?

This document Nixon wants...

I don't know anything about it.

I don't know what he's
talking about, okay?

I believe you.

I even looked in here.
I couldn't find anything

about this document.

What's that?

Oh, this is Lucy's journal.

What... she never told you about it?

- What's he talking about?
- I didn't write it.

Well, it's complicated.

You see, she's going to write it

- a few years from now.
- What?

I know. Time travel, right? Pew!

It's my guide.

Apparently, she and I are gonna
be quite the team one day.

It's not real. It's a fake.

Lucy, we've talked about this.

You even admitted it's
your own handwriting.

No. I said it looked like my handwriting,

not that I ever wrote it or ever will.

But you did talk to Flynn? When?

Ooh, let's see.
At the train station in 1865.

The Nazi castle in Germany.

Lucy, what have you told them about us?

Is that true?

It's complicated.

No. The truth is not complicated.

I don't know what the truth is anymore.

Okay, the truth is she
didn't believe in Rittenhouse

until President Nixon just confirmed it.

But for now, if Rittenhouse wants
this document so badly,

whatever it is,

I want it first.

How are we supposed to find it?

If there's one thing you've proven,

it's your resourcefulness.

You'll find a way.

Ugh.

If you don't bring me the
document in five hours...

You'll kill me? Why don't you do it now,

save everyone some time?

It's up to you.

Go straight to the Lifeboat.

Screw Flynn. Do not
give him what he wants.

Five hours. Don't hurt him.

Lucy. Lucy, damn it, listen to me!

Don't! Lucy!

This is bad. This is very bad.

How could you not tell me
and Wyatt about the journal?

- It's not real.
- You don't know that.

Not with all the mind-trippy
crap going on around here.

- Rufus...
- Lucy, if it is,

who knows what Flynn knows about us.

Maybe we're playing into
his hands right now.

You don't think we deserve to know that?

I wasn't trying to keep anything from...

- Our jobs are dangerous enough!
- I'm sorry!

I should have told you.

But, God, Rufus, it can't be real,

because, I mean, if it is,
the things that it says

that I'm going to do...

Have you ever had a secret that just...

scared the living hell out of you?

Now, please, can we just...
Can we just save Wyatt?

What about the documents?
How do we even start?

We know they're connected to Watergate.

I have an idea.

You remember how to use a payphone?

We'll call every William
M. Felt in the D.C. area

until we find Mark Felt.

Mark Felt? Who's that?

Mark Felt. Deep Throat. Secret informant.

"Follow the money"? Deep Throat?

- I know the porn one.
- Seriously?

He was Associate Director of the FBI,

and Deep Throat was his cover name.

He tips off two reporters,
Woodward and Bernstein,

about Watergate,

breaks open the entire case.

If anybody knows about
this document, it'll be him.

If he's such a secret informant,

what makes you think
he's gonna talk to us?

Because except for
Woodward and Bernstein,

nobody knows his identity for 30 years.

But we do.

Go!

Report.

Hi. This is Rufus Carlin.

Do you know who I am?

I'm from...

Jeez, how do I explain this?

Report.

Garcia Flynn stole the
tape from the White House.

We didn't have a chance to stop him.

Nixon was on it. He sounded
terrified about Rittenhouse,

mentioned something about a document.

Destroy the doc.

How? I'm not...
I don't... I don't have it.

When you do.

Understand?

I understand.

I found him! He agreed to meet with us!

Let's go!

Deep Throat, here we come.

Over there.

Mr. Felt?

We're the ones that called you.
From "The Times."

You said you have some
files on J. Edgar Hoover?

Actually, no. We wanted to ask you

about the Watergate Hotel break-in.

No. I only came... I don't know
anything about the Watergate.

Yes, you do.

You talked to Bob Woodward
at the "Washington Post"

about it just yesterday.

Your secret's safe with him,
but not with us.

If you don't answer our questions,

we'll blow your cover to
anyone who will listen.

That'll ruin me.

Please. All I want is a president

who plays by the same
rules as everyone else.

Now is that too much to ask?

I know you're trying
to do the right thing.

So are we.

But you go to tell us what you know.

Now, the burglars were
looking for a specific document

at the Watergate.

I don't know anything about that.

Well, we'll spell your
name right on the front page.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Nixon's fingerprints are
all over the burglary.

But they hired total amateurs to do it.

They got caught breaking
into the DNC headquarters,

but first they broke into
a hotel room one floor up.

What? I never heard that.

Why would you?

The investigators find
anything at the hotel?

They barely investigated.
Someone called them off it.

I don't know who.

Did they find anything?

Only a crumpled piece
of paper in the trash.

- Was anything written on it?
- Nothing written.

It just had a weird symbol.

A fist with what looked like horns.

Did you recognize it?

Never saw it before in my life.

Did it look like this?

Yes.

How did... Who the hell are you people?

It's safer for everyone
if we don't say names.

Make sure you keep talking to Woodward,

or we'll find out.

It's got to be hard.

You know as well as I do:

a soldier's only as good

as the guy beside him in the foxhole.

And if your own team is lying to you...

Mm, yeah. Wow. You are
really Jedi-mind-tricking

the crap out of me, pal.

You really think this
psych routine's gonna work?

Not a routine, Wyatt.

We're two grunts in the same war.

The only difference is, lately,

you're fighting on the wrong side.

I just wish you could understand that.

Well, make me understand.

No, no, no... I'm serious.

We're just sitting here.

Two grunts, right? So...

explain to me how you're not
just some creepy sociopath.

I've got nothing to hide. Not like Lucy.

Two years ago, my old pals at the NSA

outsourced some surveillance
to a group I worked with.

Wanted it off the books. Standard stuff.

Evade security, retrieve and review

some corporate financials.

- Mm, thrilling.
- Well, not until I stumbled

onto huge sums of money being
funneled through the Caymans

to a world-renowned tech
mogul, Connor Mason,

to help him achieve his latest ambition:

time travel.

Is that so?

Where'd the money come from?

Hard to tell.

But once I broke the encryption,
one name kept popping up.

Rittenhouse.

That's right. Rittenhouse
bankrolls Connor Mason.

So, I flagged these transfers
to my NSA contact, and, uh...

he said he'd take care of it.

But he didn't?

Oh, but he did.

Um,

four nights later, I'm home
asleep when my wife gets up

in the middle of the night

to go check on our little girl.

She thought she heard her coughing.

We call them silencers,

but they're not that silent.

Not at night. Not when it's two
shots murdering your family.

You didn't fight back?

There were too many of them.

It was dark. The bullets were flying.

I barely made it out alive,

and then Rittenhouse
framed me for all of it,

and I found myself on the run.

But it was all Rittenhouse.

Just because I asked a single question.

And that's who they are.

Look. If any of this were true,

you have a time machine.

Why don't you just go
back and save your family?

Like how you want to save your wife?

You know the rules as well as I do.

Can't go back to any
time I already exist.

And since I don't know who
put the hit out to begin with,

I'm gonna just wipe
Rittenhouse from the map.

And once I do,

who knows?

Maybe one day I'll come back

and my girls will be there again.

We only have three hours
left to get this document.

Are you sure that this a the symbol

for the Black Liberation Army?

Positive. It's an obscure
BLA calling card.

See? Right there.

This is the D.C. chapter's
unofficial headquarters,

ran by Gregory Hayes.

How do you know all this? I mean,

I don't even know this stuff.

Gregory Hayes and Eldridge Cleaver,

the founder of the BLA...

I've read everything about these guys.

Kind of went through a militant phase

- back in college.
- Really?

Yeah. As in I had a militant crush

on a militant girl.

Ah.

If this document is at
all linked to the BLA,

Gregory Hayes should know about it.

You should probably wait outside.

You should be fine,
just don't make any eye contact.

Can I get a Miller Lite?

What do you mean, "lite"?

Uh, just a Miller then.

Listen, man, I need to talk to Gregory.

I never heard of him.

Come on, man. I know he's here.

I'm with you, brother.

What the hell was that, brother?

Now, you better get out of
here before I throw you out.

You do that, and you'll be
making a hell of a mistake.

Now, I need to talk to
Gregory about the Watergate

and the doc.

Oh...

Hello.

Hi.

Oh, no... sir?

Can I just... I...

Yeah. Okay.

I'm good.

And what makes you think I
know anything about any doc?

What are you accusing me of?

No, I am not accusing you of
anything, Mr. Hayes.

- Stop calling me Mr. Hayes.
- Sorry.

Stop apologizing, Kanye.

Y'all ever hear a name like Kanye?

Sounds made up.

- You a fed?
- No way.

- Talks like a fed. Walks like a fed.

No. I am not a fed.

Right. Like you would just admit it.

You got ten seconds before
we beat you into a coma, Kanye.

Five seconds. Four.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Okay.

Wait.

I'm here for Cleaver.

- Eldridge?
- Eldridge Cleaver.

The man we all work for.

He wants the doc.

I ain't talk to him in eight months.

That's cause he's been laying low.

He's in exile, so he sent me.

Man, that's some first-rate...

He said, "Gregory is my best friend.

He'll do anything to help you."

I've known Cleaver since we were peas,

and he ain't never asked me to help him.

Not once.

You don't know Cleaver.
Get him out of here.

No, no, wait, wait, wait.
I don't know Cleaver?

Okay, you guys used to work together

back in the Oakland days, right?

How many times did he make you watch

that damn "Hollywood A Go Go" TV show?

Always reading Voltaire and Nechayev.

How he beat your ass in Harlem.
Remember that?

You made him promise not to tell anybody.

Well, he told me.

So, do I know Cleaver or not?

Okay, Kanye, let's go.

Where are we going?

Let's get you what you came for.

Two hours left.

I wonder if your friends
are gonna make it.

Well, why don't you look
in that magical future book.

It should tell you.

Doesn't say.

But it told you to come to 1972?

It has an entry on the
erased Nixon tape, yes.

So how's this end?

Do you kill me? Am I rescued?

What's the point spread
in the next Super Bowl?

- Who's playing?
- I don't know what happens today

because the journal
doesn't tell me everything.

Lucy didn't write about everything.

And what is written does
sometimes sound crazy,

like a different Lucy.

Yeah. Lucy's the one that sounds crazy.

You want to know what
she wrote about you?

About your wife?

My wife's dead. It's no big secret.

Well, by the time Lucy writes this thing,

she knows a lot more than that.

Let's see.

You were out with Jessica.
That's her name, right?

At that dive bar... What is it?

Pelican Lounge? In San Diego.

She ran into an old boyfriend at the bar.

You were jealous. You drank too much.

As you were driving home,

you had a major fight, started shouting.

She told you to stop the car.

She got out right there
on the side of the road.

And you drove off.

- Shut the hell up.
- It took you, what,

only 20 minutes until you cooled down,

came back for her.

By then she was gone.

Never came home that night.

Or any night.

Not until two weeks later

when they found her,
strangled in the bushes.

Never even caught who did it.

I said shut the hell up!

Listen to this.

"Wyatt's obsessed with his wife's death.

He needs to let go, move on."

Lucy's words. Not mine.

Me, I understand. More than most.

You can't let go...

because we can change history.

And somehow, some way,

we can save the people we love.

White girls is fine and all,

but she don't look like she down
for the cause, much, brother.

Oh, that's just my piece on the side.

Hey. Get your stuff together.

Folks is here to pick you up.

Meet the Doc.

She been a little rattled
here the last few days,

but give her a minute, she's all yours.

You weren't supposed to
be here till next weekend.

Change of plans.

But you are a Panther, right?

Psh.

And you are gonna drive me to San Diego?

Yes, we are going to drive you.

Where'd you pick up Laurie Partridge?

- Good one.
- Excuse me.

- Um, that's a person.
- I see that.

I mean, I guess it makes sense.
I mean, Nixon never said

"document" on the tapes... He said "Doc."

So, what? We're just supposed
to turn her over to Flynn?

If we don't, Wyatt's dead.

I don't...

Wait. Lucy. Lucy.

Can I help you?

I'm Lucy, by the way.

Why do they call you Doc?

I got a Ph.D. in history.
University of Chicago.

That's crazy. I worked in
that department for a year

under old man McNeil.

Old man?

Professor McNeil is 38.

Right. Yeah. It's just a nickname.

But still, the way that he points

to make every point.

Yeah, that's him, all right.

Look at us now.

Sure making the most of our degrees, huh?

So...

how long have you been here?

A couple days.

Was staying at The Watergate,
but had to split.

Some guys broke in there looking for me.

Rittenhouse, you mean?

What do you know about them?

Not much. I'm trying to get more info.

Why are they after you?

Because I left.

Left Rittenhouse?

You're telling me you're a member?

I never joined.

I was born into it.

Most of us are. Going back generations.

Why did you leave?

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...

Who is Rittenhouse?

Please. Tell me.

I might be mixed up with them too,
and I'm scared.

I am... I am really scared.

You should be.

They control all of us.

Look. I don't know everything.
No one does.

One part never knows what
the other parts are doing.

- What was your part?
- Kept the roster.

No one knows the full membership roll

except for the leadership and me.

So, you were the bookkeeper?

No books.

Members' names are never written down.

It's all up here.

Every member since the founding in 1778.

Report..

The doc is not a document.

The Doc is a woman.

Destroy the doc.

Did you hear me?

I said the doc is a person.

The doc needs to be destroyed.

You want me to kill someone?

I can't do that. No way.

Give me the address.
We'll do it for you.

- Who the hell was that?
- Sh-sh-sh-shh!

Don't say anything.
They are listening.

Who?

Rittenhouse.

Almost ready!

Maybe I can tell them the
recording device shorted out,

or... or that it was destroyed.

Maybe they'll believe that.

Wait. "They" who?

Rittenhouse?

You've been taping us for them?

I didn't have a choice.

They were at my brother's basketball game.

- What?
- Trust me. It is bad.

Rufus, what do you know about them?

I don't know anything. They just told me

to record our trips.

That's all I did. I swear.

What?

Do you even comprehend the
trouble that you put us in?

I mean, who knows what they heard us say

on those recordings.

I'm not the one

who is having chats
across history with Flynn.

So that makes it okay? And by the way,

you were the one giving me crap

when you were holding
onto this the whole time.

I've barely been able to sleep,

barely been able to eat.

They have been messing with
my car while I am driving it.

They threatened my family.
You don't understand.

What don't I understand?

I lost my sister!

Look. If I don't turn
her in to Rittenhouse,

they are gonna kill me or my family.

If we don't give her
to Flynn, he'll kill Wyatt.

Look.

We just have to trust each other, okay?

We'll figure it out.

Rufus, how can we ever
trust each other again?

Hey, Flynn!

Let's just say, if
I believed you... big if...

And Rittenhouse really
is that dangerous...

- Yeah?
- Well, there's got to be a way

to take them out without
destroying America.

I mean, what you're doing...

It's kind of scorched earth,
don't you think?

No, Rittenhouse and America
are so intertwined,

sometimes it's hard to
tell one from the other.

They're a cancer.

There's no other choice. To save the body,

you have to attack the body.

Well, then, that settles it.

I guess you really are a creepy sociopath.

Hey!

You have an hour left.

Report.

Yeah. I have the Doc.

Come pick her up.

And that's all the time we have.

Lucy called the payphone.

What did she say?

I still don't understand.

Okay, there is this scary
guy, Garcia Flynn,

- and he is after you.
- Why?

Same reason Rittenhouse is:
for the things that you know.

So you decided to call
Rittenhouse and this Flynn

and tell them where I was?

Exactly. Send both to the house.

Have them turn on each other.

Which saves us some time, but not much.

- To do what?
- Save our friend.

Come on. Let's hurry.

What?

We've been played. That's what.

Oh, my God, are you okay?

Yeah. He's coming back soon.
There's a nail in the trash can.

- Get it.
- Okay.

Okay. I got it.

- Oh, my God. So small.
- Hurry.

- Oh, God!
- Sorry.

What are you doing?
You can't pick a lock.

I was just trying to be helpful.

- Put it in my hand here.
- Okay.

You good?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- Hey.
- You good?

Yeah, I'll live.

I called Hayes.
He should be here any minute.

- Okay.
- Thank you for helping me.

Yeah.

You know, you asked me why I
was running from... you know.

This is why.

Is that your family?
What happened to them?

They're okay. At least, I think they are.

Made it to Hong Kong.
Headed north from there.

It's been almost a year.

Once my son was born, I...
I just couldn't let him

be born into... Trapped into all this,

the way that I was.

But now I'm gonna see them again.

You're not so bad,

even if you are a Laurie Partridge.

- I got to go.
- Okay.

- You good?
- Uh-huh.

- We should split.
- Cleaver wants you to drive her

to San Diego personally,
and once you're there,

make sure she makes it
onto her boat, you dig?

I dig.

Don't stop for anyone.
Don't talk to anyone.

Don't know who you can trust.

Okay?

- Thank you.
- Take care.

Now what?

- Report.
- Garcia Flynn found us.

We escaped, but we got separated.

We lost Doc. We tried
to find her in the chaos,

but no go.

Um... really sorry about that.

Good-bye.

Look, Wyatt, you got to
say something sometime.

I'm really sorry,
but I didn't have a choice.

Rittenhouse made me spy on you.

You're gonna keep spying on us.

- Keep recording Lucy and me.
- Wha... what?

All of us will act like
everything is normal.

Why would we do that?

Because Rufus is gonna be
spying on Rittenhouse for us.

Whatever you find out about them,

you're gonna tell me.

We're gonna figure out what
the hell's going on here.

You got it?

Like a double agent.

I can barely single agent.

Yeah, well, congrats on the
undeserved promotion.

I guess you're gonna learn on the job.

- And you... you're no better.
- Wyatt...

In a fight like this, you
are only as good

as the guy next to you,
and you both lied to me.

I don't trust either of you.

Find any record of the Doc?

Couldn't find a thing.

Hopefully she's still alive out there

with her husband and child.

Lucy, we're good, right?

Tell me it's all gonna be okay.

Welcome back, Rufus.

Eventful trip, was it?

I've been wanting to ask
you a question for 44 years.

What happened that day?

- 44 years?
- I believe he's asking

how on Earth Garcia Flynn managed

to ambush Rittenhouse
security back in 1972.

He may suspect you had
something to do with it.

Why did Flynn show up at that house?

Why does Flynn do anything he does?

I don't know.

On your final report,

are you sure you were being forthcoming?

There was a quiver in your voice.

You heard my final report?

Who do you think was on
the other end of that phone?

Hi.

Um, is there a Benjamin Cahill here?

Dad, some lady's here for you.

Hello.

I'm Benjamin Cahill.

I'm sorry. I... I was supposed
to deliver something

for a friend, and I think I
got the wrong address.

Sorry to bother you.

Guess who just showed up at my house.

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