All language subtitles for Timeless.S01E14.WEB-DL.NF.en

LUCY: Previously on
Timeless...

I know what you're
really meant to be, Lucy,

Just ask them why
they really chose you
for this mission.

BENJAMIN: Car trouble?
You're with Rittenhouse.

If you keep
playing your part,

it helps us
protect everyone.

You, your family.

You and Anthony Bruhl
were the first ones they
ever sent

to travel through time.

Rittenhouse happened.

You faked your own death,
and hid in the past.

I know things
that Anthony doesn't know.

ANTHONY: You remember
how to pilot it?

It's like riding
a bike, right?

ANTHONY:
But if the Mothership falls
into Rittenhouse's hands...

It's too dangerous.

Flynn.

Most likely he discovered
he was trying to...

Do the right thing.

I want you to help me
steal the time machine
to save Jess.

He brought it back, okay?
No harm, right?

Tell me about Jessica.
Jessica is still dead.

She's alive.
Guys, please!

LUCY: That's my father.

I'm glad you know
about Rittenhouse.

What you are
a part of is inhuman.

Well, I've got
news for you, my dear.
You're a part of it, too.

BENJAMIN:
If it's any consolation,

you're taking this
much better than I did.

I was 17
when my father told me
about Rittenhouse.

I mean, how do you handle
a responsibility like that?
(CHUCKLES)

Took me a long, time
to come to grips with it.

My father,
your grandfather...

Ethan Cahill,
he's still alive.

You'll meet him soon.

He ran away
when he was told.

It's all right.

You'll come around
like we all did.

Because it's
who you are, Lucy.

It's your legacy.

(SCOFFS)
You know, not a day goes by
that I don't think of you.

Would you please
stop pretending that you
actually care about me?

My entire life,
not one phone call,

and all of a sudden,
you're Dad of the Year?

Look, I get it.
Your life is...

Is crazy
and getting crazier.

You're engaged
to some doctor
you don't know.

You don't even have
your sister to talk to,
and now I come along.

I am so...

So sorry about Amy.

You do not get
to say her name!

I know what you are!

What do you know
about Rittenhouse, besides
what Flynn has told you?

I went to 1780, and I met
David Rittenhouse myself.

He had these
dark theories that...

You don't think
we've evolved since then?

We don't use leeches
anymore, either.

When you're inside,
you'll see the good we do.

I will stop you.

I will never be
a part of this.
Do you hear me?

I said the same thing.

So did my father.

Rittenhouse...
Rittenhouse isn't a choice.

It's blood.

Yours, mine.

And your kids' someday.

When you're ready
to come home,
I'll be here, Lucy.

With open arms.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Two lefts from headquarters,
30 minutes on the freeway,

and four gravel roundabouts.

That should put us
somewhere in
the National Park.

Smart place
for a black site.

You stole
a time machine, Wyatt.

We can't exactly
throw you
in the county jail.

Hey, you think
you could, uh...

Slip me a snorkel
before the
waterboarding starts?

I am seriously
pissed at you,

but I put in a call
to Sam Dwyer.

He's a JAG defense lawyer,
a good one.

I don't want a defense.

I deserve this.

Good luck.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

CAROL: He said something
to upset you, didn't he?

This is why
I didn't want you
to see him.

It's not anything
like that. I just...

I just want to know
more about him.

He was opinionated
and he was stubborn.

And I see a lot of him
in you, actually.

(SIGHS)

What about his family?
I met his parents once.

From D.C.

His father was an aide
in the White House,
I remember that.

Hmm.

All right, you want
to know the best thing
about Benjamin Cahill?

He gave me you.

Whoa.
Scary Rittenhouse dude
is your father?

DENISE: You shouldn't
have talked to him.

I had to see him
with my own eyes.

You put yourself
in serious danger.

The guy who's been
terrorizing me,
that's your dad?

My biological father.

How about you do me a favor?
The next time you and your dad
are on a barbecue,

you tell him
it'd be super great
if he didn't kill my family.

Okay,
his name's Benjamin Cahill.
Squeaky clean record.

He's a pediatric surgeon
at UCSF, for God's sake.

Okay, that is so creepy.

Lucy, I'm sorry.
I can't imagine.

How are you doing?
How do you think I'm doing?

Look, we'll figure this
all out, somehow.

Okay, I'm afraid
we don't have time.

Flynn jumped.
May 21st, 1927.

Paris?
What's Paris?

That's the day
that Charles Lindbergh
landed in Paris,

the first
Transatlantic solo flight.
But I cannot do this, not now.

Okay, where's Wyatt?
I mean, we're not doing
this without him.

After his little stunt,
there's zero chance
he's going on this trip.

My hands are tied.

You can either jump
into that Lifeboat,

or you can sit back
and watch Flynn
torch history.

Maybe we let
Flynn torch history.

Lucy...
No, I'm serious.

Okay. We know that
Rittenhouse is terrible.

We know that they want
to take the Mothership back,
and destroy everything.

So, what if we let Flynn
take them out?

I mean,
that's a good thing, right?

Lucy, I'm gonna go.

What? Why?

I mean, after everything
that Rittenhouse said they're
gonna do to your family?

Yes. They wildly
and extravagantly suck.

And I want them gone.
But Flynn is
going to hurt people.

He is going to kill people,
change history, you know that.

And if we
don't stop him...

Then that's on us.

I'll go alone
if I have to.

Uh... I'm in.

DENISE: Okay.

Well, actually,
you two won't be
going alone.

Lucy Preston,
Rufus Carlin.

This is Master Sergeant
David Baumgardner.

Bam-Bam.
Uh, Wyatt mentioned
you before.

"Dave" is fine.

We've had him on standby
since the Alamo mission.

I thought
Agent Christopher
was yanking my chain

when she said
"time travel,"

but, holy crap.

I know how you feel.

He's been thoroughly briefed,
but show him the ropes.

You're the
varsity squad now.

That is not comforting.

Look. I get how you must feel.
Wyatt's one of the best.

Just do me a favor,
no cowboy stuff, okay?

Unless there's cowboys,
or something.
Then, uh...

Do cowboy stuff.

Ma'am?

"Lucy" is fine.

Well,
you're in charge, Lucy.

That's right.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

It's a common
misconception,
but it's not true.

Then why do they say
short people have
a Napoleon complex?

Well, that's just the thing.
Napoleon wasn't short.
He was 5'7".

That's above average
for his era. He just...

He surrounded
himself with tall men,

and that just
made him look short.

It's all relative.

How you know that?
Because I met him.

What, you think
the Wild West
was my first trip?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Okay, seriously,
what's the deal
with this little diary?

Not worth getting
into it right now,
believe me.

You ready yet?

(PLANE HOVERING)

Do you hear that?

Yep.

(PLANE HOVERING)

You sure you're
not gonna kill him
with that thing?

Oh, he's flying in
slow and low.

This thing can cripple
a rudder from twice
this distance.

He'll be fine.
He just needs
to land early, that's all.

(MAN SCREAMS)

(MAN GRUNTING)

Thought you said
he's gonna be fine.

It's all relative.

Congratulations,
Lieutenant Lindbergh.
And welcome to Paris.

Thought you said
the ride would be bumpy.

Nothing?
You're not
nauseous at all?

Not even
teacup-ride-at-Disneyland
type queasy?

Lindbergh is set
to touch down any minute.
There's about 100,000 people

waiting for him to land
just west of here.

Flying, what, 3,500 miles
in a crappy single-seater?
Guy's like Indiana Jones.

He was.
Just a nice boy
from St. Louis

who becomes
the most famous man
in the world.

About a decade from now,
he becomes
a Nazi sympathizer.

Paranoid and anti-Semitic.
Hitler awards him a medal.

Boy, that story
took a dark turn.

Pardon.

Yes?

Where is the Lindbergh Landing?

Radio says he crashed
miles short.

Thank you.

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

See there?

Tire marks.

This thing didn't crash,
it landed.

That plane took
a direct hit
to the back rudder.

So, Lindbergh's alive?
I don't know.

But he didn't
burn up in the crash,
that's for sure.

Flynn kidnapped him,
maybe.

Where do you think
Flynn shot him down from?

Best guess,
tripod-mounted
Milan at 400 yards.

And judging by the debris,
over there.

Not too far.

Yeah, they were right here.

You really think
there's a chance
Lindbergh is still alive?

I'm a reporter
for the Toronto Star.
Name's Hemingway.

Ernest Hemingway?
You read my book?

Oh, my God.
I've, read
all of them.

I mean, all of the words
in your one book.

But maybe
you will write more.

I doubt it. But still,
tell me you love whiskey,
and I'll marry you.

I...
Hey, found this.

Think one of our guys
was smoking it.

That's Havana tobacco.

Only one district in Paris
sells a cigarette like that.

God knows,
I smoke enough of 'em.

Give me the scoop,
and I'll take you.
Hmm?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Honey, I've been blue

♪ Sad and lonely too

♪ I can't help bleeding
All the time

♪ What else can I do... ♪

MAN AND WOMAN: Cheers.

Bad news is, this is
the only place that's open.

The good news,
it's the only place
that matters.

♪ By the window

♪ Cryin' to the moon

♪ For I want to love you... ♪

If there's anyone
who can help us find the folks
you're looking for,

Josie can.

Josephine Baker?

My mom had a record cover
of her that got me through
some lonely nights.

That's some
antique porn, my friend.

I prefer the term
"vintage".

Who's Josephine Baker?

Seriously?

Uh... Well,
she's the biggest entertainer
in the country at the moment.

I mean, think Beyonce in 1927.
She basically owns Paris.

And she became
an undercover spy

for the Allies
in World War II.

I mean, she's just...
She's remarkable.

♪ Lonesome Lovesick Blues ♪

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

Come on.
I'll introduce you.

Okay.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Who the hell are
all these people?
I thought you'd tell me.

They say they're
in charge now.
Who said that?

Matter is, they've been
checked and double-checked
and triple-checked.

Now, all of these people...

Who authorized
all these people?

I did.
Everything's under control,
Agent Christopher.

Is it? And you are?

I'll leave you two
to get acquainted.
More later, obviously.

Jake Neville, NSA.
Here's my badge.

And my
Homeland Security
clearance.

And a letter
from Deputy Secretary Ledgett.

This project's command
was taken over by the
National Security Agency

at 0900 hours.

My team and I are
just getting up to speed.

So, NSA's taking point
and no one
bothered to tell me?

After Logan went
on his joy ride,

a decision was made
to get fresh eyes
on the project.

And the buck
stops with me,
so it seems.

Look, between you and me?

It wasn't your fault.
You're getting a raw deal.

Still, I think
Homeland Security
is waiting to reassign you.

Sorry.
Escort's just NSA protocol.

Thank you
for your service.

Best of luck,
Agent Neville.

Oh, I forgot.

Denise, set your badge
to the facility on the table.

JOSEPHINE:
Nope, never seen them.

Lindy and me,
we're both from St. Louis,

so if there's any chance
he survived, I wanna help.

Thank you.
Mmm-hmm.

Uh, I'm from the Midwest
as well, Chicago.

Just saying,
practically neighbors.

Mmm. Windy City.

So, tell me, Chicago,
how hard do you blow?

(STAMMERING)
Super hard.

Well, see?
I told you
Josie would help.

If I had a nickel
for every time I hit
on this woman, I'd have...

$1.50.

Sounds about right.

Take these photos,
we'll ask our friends
if they've seen them. Hmm?

Um... Do me a favor
and don't tell Jiya
about any of this?

Mmm-hmm.
(SIGHS)

EMMA:
His shoulder's dislocated.

I need him focused.
We need to find
something for his pain.

I don't think
Vicodin's been
invented yet.

Well, people
are getting
drunk someplace.

Improvise.
Get me some absinthe.

Where are you going?

The Dingo Bar.
That place is gonna be
crawling with famous people.

You think
I'm gonna miss a chance
to meet Picasso?

Sorry. Nothing yet.

What're you goggling at?

Picasso, sitting there
with Scott and
Zelda Fitzgerald.

Don't be too awestruck.
Picasso's all hands.

Really?
You know, Ernest calls them
"The Lost Generation."

But I think he stole that
from Gertrude.

"Lost Generation."
I get it.

Oh? How so?

They've all seen
too much violence.

Aimless.

Confused. Don't know
what's right or wrong,
good or bad.

Sounds like you're not
just talking about them.

(SCOFFS)

I'm a...

Uh...

I was a teacher.

Hmm.
Um, a good one.

I loved the research.
The facts.

I love facts.
They're solid.
You can trust them.

You know,
your personal life
might be a mess,

but you always
have the facts.

It's like...
Standing on concrete.

(SIGHS)

But then you realize
that you're standing
in quicksand.

And nothing's true.

You know, you're wrong
about one thing.
What's that?

When Ernest calls them
"The Lost Generation,"

he doesn't mean aimless.

He means battered,
broke down.

But getting ready
to stand back up.

There's a difference.

I like that.

I like you.

(LAUGHS)
Thank you.

WYATT: I never meant
for you to get pulled off
your detail.

I'm sorry.

The hours sucked.

Yeah, but changing
horses midstream,
that's risky.

Wait, so, this Neville guy
just shows up
with how many people?

A dozen. Maybe more.

On a top-secret
project like this?

How do you get
that much clearance
for that many people?

Overnight?

In Delta,
we once ran a two-month op
in the Ghazni province,

where the village chiefs
were itching for a fight.

But we showed up
as an international
peacekeeping force.

Painted the schools,
built the wells,
all that stuff.

By the time the Afghans
realized that we
controlled their village,

there was nothing
they could do about it.

Takeovers don't have
to be hostile.

No.

No, I don't think
you got canned
because of my little joyride.

This thing feels organized,
it feels coordinated.

They had to have been
planning this thing for weeks.

This is a coup.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

What the hell are you doing?
Sit down. Have a drink.

You're supposed
to be helping us
find Lindbergh.

I'm devising a plan.
Step one, lubrication.

So, my friend,
Claudette,
was working the corner

of Rue Emile
and Avenue Du Nord
earlier today

when she saw the man
you're looking for walk
into a shabby, old chateau.

See? You're welcome.

Hey.

The bar.

Emma.

LUCY: I saw them...

Get down!

Get down! Now!
LUCY: Oh, my God.

What's that?

It's a 1927 Colt .38.

Where's your modern gun,
like whatever Wyatt uses?

I was told not to bring
anything back from 2017.
Those are the rules!

But you're supposed
to ignore that rule!

Now you tell me.

(DAVE GROANS)

KARL: Go, run!

I think you got one!

Dave? Dave.

Rufus, do something!

Dave...

No.

(FRENCH SONG PLAYING)

We can't just
leave him there.

We can't go back.

He's right.

Best case, you'll spend
all night in a police station,
answering questions.

Worst case, they try
and pin it on the two
American strangers.

How is that gonna
find Lindbergh?

It's my fault.
RUFUS: It's not your fault.

It's Flynn's.

How are we gonna find
Lindbergh now?

You know...

This is the part
where Wyatt would say
something annoying,

but he'd be right,

and, uh,
pull it all together.

Yeah, well,

we don't have a Wyatt,
we don't have a Dave,
and we don't have a soldier!

You need...
Uh, you need
a soldier, you say?

You've come
to the right place.

He is the bravest man
I know.

And the drunkest.
No. Absolutely not. No.

You may not know this,
but I fought
in the Great War.

You were
an ambulance driver.
I took shrapnel.

You have had
too much to drink.
No. Absolutely not.

I'm gonna make
this easy on you.

I'm not taking
no for an answer.

We have an address.
What are we waiting for?

I smell adventure.

You sure this is
the right place?

See any other old
chateaus anywhere?

Maybe Josephine's
friend was wrong.
Yeah.

Josie's friend
is a prostitute.
A good one.

And if I know anything
about prostitutes,
and believe me, I do,

they never forget a face.

If she says they were here,
they were here.

Hmm.
I didn't know that.

What is it?
(CHUCKLES)
I am going to be ill.

Perhaps somebody could
lead me outside.

Rufus would like to...
Do you wanna do it?

No, I think...
You're a big literary fan.

(CLEARS THROAT)
No, Rufus...

Rufus is gonna
take you outside.
Okay.

BENJAMIN:
So, the machine
lands right there?

It's remarkable.

Must say it's rather jarring
seeing you here so openly.

And Lucy's in Paris now?

Well, 90 years ago,
but yes.

Huh.

Would you tell me now?

Why the fixation
on Lucy Preston?

She's my daughter.

Lucy?

Lucy!

Let go!
Tell him to let me go!

Let her go.
She's not a prisoner.

His name
is David Baumgardner,
by the way.

I'm sorry, I don't know
who you're talking about.

The soldier
that he killed, my guy.

I thought
your guy was Wyatt.

You knew, didn't you?

That's why,
at the Hindenburg,

you told me to ask them
about Rittenhouse

and ask them
why they chose me.

If you knew who my real
father was all along,
why didn't you just tell me?

You needed to see
with your own eyes
who they are,

and why you're
gonna fight them.

That's right,
because everybody knows
my future except me.

Where's Lindbergh?
He's right in there.

You know, according
to your journal,
he's Rittenhouse.

In a decade,
he becomes
a monumental ass.

Spews his hate
across America.

The way you feel
about Rittenhouse now,

can't tell me it wouldn't be
at least a little bit
satisfying taking him out.

You can't just kill
Charles Lindbergh.
It's not right.

Look, I will go in there,
I will talk to him,

and I will convince him
to leave Rittenhouse

and not become the monster
he's supposed to become.

And you think
he's gonna just, what,
give up all that fame?

The power? The legacy?
Yes.

(SCOFFS)

I would.
Okay.

I'll take that bet.
It'll be entertaining
if nothing else.

You convince him
there's a better way,
and I'll spare him.

(SIGHS)

What does that
lunatic want with us?

He knows
that you're part
of Rittenhouse.

Ritten-what?
It's okay.

I'm Rittenhouse, too.

Part of the...
The Cahill family.

Pure blood family.
Very well respected.

Apparently,
it goes back generations.

My father, he, uh,
just told me,
he said that, uh...

That it's your legacy?
(GRUNTS)

Here, let me help you.

Let's see... Let's see
what this will do, okay?

My father, he's a, uh,
a Congressman.

When he told me
what we really are...

It's, uh...

It's hard to take in,
you know?

Yeah, I know.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

He says that
I'm supposed to be
their golden flyboy.

And then...

They want me to say
terrible things

about all sorts
of people.

Why?
Dad says
it's a distraction.

He says that when you
create a scapegoat,

no one can know
who's really in control.

You don't have
to do that, you know.

What am I supposed to do?

A couple of years ago,
I, um...

I got offered
this professor job
at a small college in Ohio.

It was my dream job.

When I told
my mother about it,

she said,
"You can't leave Stanford.
You can't leave me."

(CHUCKLES)

But my sister, Amy,
she told me to go for it.

She was always...

Encouraging me
to stand up to my mother.

So, what did you do?

My mother would've been
devastated if I wasn't
following in her footsteps.

When I got off the phone,
after I turned down the job,
I looked, and...

There was Amy.

My little sister,
disappointed in me.

God. (CHUCKLES)

She was really
the only person I could
talk to about this stuff.

I know exactly
what she would say
to both of us right now.

What's that?

Nobody gets
to decide our futures
except us.

RUFUS: Nothing
in the whole house.

Little medicine, friend?
Are you kidding me?

Your drinking
is what got us
into this mess.

Oh, stop sounding
like a woman.

Do you have any idea
what I've been through?

In the last two days,
I've had to ID a mentor,

see a friend of mine
hauled off to jail,

watch a new teammate
get killed in an alley...

All the while,
Lucy has disappeared,

probably kidnapped.

I'm all alone.

And I have
no idea what to do.

(GRUNTS AND SNIFFLES)

You ever been
in a war, Rufus?

I've lost more friends
in war than you'll make
your entire life.

It almost broke me,
you wanna know the truth.

Right now,

there are millions
of people buried in
the catacombs below us.

Death is everywhere.

Please.

So, what are my choices?
Give up?

Curl into a ball and die?
Or live?

And drink and fight...

And screw on behalf
of those who can't.

So, you can either
stand there like a corpse,

or you can be
a man and fight!

First of all,

you're a world-class jerk,
Hemingway.

Second,

I've fought the Germans,

the Shawnee, French,

British, cowboys,
killers, people
you couldn't even imagine.

And, no,
I may not have fought
in the Great War,

which, by the way,
sounds like
the most pointless war

in the history of wars,
but I have fought!

(LAUGHS)

That's the spirit!
Yes.

(BOTTLE SHATTERS)

That is a disappointment.

"Catacombs."

(STUTTERS) You said
there were catacombs
below us.

Yeah, so?

So, what if
Flynn's not in one
of the buildings?

What if he's underneath them?

Yeah, it's nice
to think about,
but family is family.

Blood is blood.

I can't even imagine
what my father would say.

Does your father care
about what you want, Charles?

'Cause I know
mine doesn't.

What do you want?

To get married.
Mmm-hmm.

Buy a small farm,
a few kids.

Just a simple life.

Do it.

The whole world thinks
that you died in that crash.

Including your parents.
Maybe.

Or maybe there
are people out there
right now looking for me.

What do you mean?

My dad said
once I landed,

that I was supposed
to call Mr. Charvet...

And Rittenhouse
would handle the rest.

Who's Charvet?
Julian Charvet.

Owner of one of the largest
car companies in Europe.

And apparently,
a big player in Rittenhouse.

Smart, using her.

Well, sneaky as hell,
but smart.

Keep listening.
Maybe you'll hear
something else.

I'll be back.

LUCY: You don't have
to make that call, Charles.

You can decide your future.
You can choose
the life that you want.

This doesn't have to be
either of our futures.

So, you've seen this limo
in Mason Industries,
so what?

Because I realized
I've seen it before.

And the Rittenhouse
guy who owns it,

he's the one Mason's been
meeting in secret.

This is the creep that's been
threatening Rufus?
Yeah.

That means Rittenhouse
is in control
of Mason Industries.

Mmm-hmm.
And the Lifeboat.

And Lucy and Rufus.
And there's something else.

That guy is Lucy's
biological father.

What?

Does she know?
She just found out.

Wyatt, these sons of bitches
are getting more
and more brazen.

We have to do something.

Well, there's nothing
I can do about it in here.

This is the confession
they want me
to get you to sign.

You could sign it, and vanish
down some black hole
for a couple years,

or you could fight this.

Just think about
what Lucy and Rufus

are coming back to
before you make
your decision.

Think about what,
how I let them down?

How I let Jessica down?
I know you feel...

No, you don't.

Because either
Flynn was lying to me
about who killed my wife,

or he wasn't,
and fate wanted
her dead anyway.

Wrap your head around
that for a minute...

That the universe,
or God...

Wanted the one person
that I love most
in this world...

To be dead.

Maybe the universe is saying
there's something else
you have to do first.

Maybe you're not
meant to be here.

Maybe you're meant to be
helping your friends.

How do I do that now?

(DOOR OPENS)

I don't know.

I will let them know
you won't be signing
the confession.

May I help you?

Monsieur Charvet?

Yes, that's correct.

Founder of Charvet Automotive?

And Rittenhouse leader?

(IN ENGLISH)
I have so many questions.
We have a lot to talk about.

Do you know
where we're going?

Oh, God, no.

People get lost
and die down here
all the time.

Encouraging.

Yeah, well, it's one way
to pass the time...

Okay, this will be
a lot easier if they
don't hear us coming.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Sorry. It's dark.

RUFUS: (MUFFLED)
Lucy, can you hear me?

Are you down here?

Lucy?

Lucy?

Lucy?

Lucy? Lucy?

Lucy?

Surprise,
you son of a bitch.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(PANTING)
Hemingway hook.

(PANTS) Told you
it would work. Come on.

Yeah, just...
(GRUNTS)

(BLUBBERS)

Lucy.
Oh, my God. Rufus.

How did you find me?
Where, where's Flynn?

Who knows.
Uh, not here.

This is Charles Lindbergh.
Charles.

Let's get out of here
before Flynn gets back.

Emma.

Been a long time.
Good to see you again.

You, too, Rufus.

Either you're coming
with us,

or you're letting
us pass.

(SCOFFS SOFTLY)

Be careful.

Flynn's not too good
at taking care
of his pilots.

Here goes nothing.

Charles, Josephine here
is gonna help you find
the life that you want.

I suppose I know
some people.

Some place
in Bordeaux sounds nice.

You realize you don't get
your story after all?

Gotta keep
the whole thing a secret.

Yeah, what the hell.

Did it for the fun of it,
anyway.
(CHUCKLES)

We should
get started, then.

Rufus, remember.

You're not dead yet.
So...

"Drink and fight and screw
for everyone who can't."

(LAUGHS)
Got it.

Um...

Can you do me a favor
and not mention this
to Jiya, either, please?

Uh-huh.

(ALARM BLARING)
(DOOR OPENS)

MAN: Hello?

(GRUNTING)

I'm sorry in advance
for the headache
you're gonna have.

Oh, no.

LUCY: What happened?

We changed history
too much.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Where's Agent Christopher?

Agent Christopher's
been reassigned.

Lucy, Rufus,
I'm Agent Neville,
her replacement.

I've been studying up
on you two.
Welcome back.

Where's Baumgardner?

Were there any
other casualties?
No.

I don't think so.
You don't think so, or no?

No.

Approximately
how many people did you
interact with in 1927?

I would say about 15...

(STUTTERS) To 17.

(WHISPERS) Right?
I'm asking you, not him.

Mmm-hmm. Uh...

That's my answer.

You're free to go.

Were we not free to go
before you said that?

We'll call you
when there are
more developments.

Did nothing change?

CAROL: Hey.
Oh. Hey, Mom.

(STUTTERS) I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to wake you.

I just had to borrow
a book, or 10.
(CHUCKLES) I see.

What's got you reading
about Charles Lindbergh?

He still became
a world-class A-hole.

Isolationist, anti-Semitic,
the whole nine.

You say that
like it's news.

(SIGHS)
I just don't get it.

(STUTTERS)
I mean, he gets injured
in a crash landing,

and then disappears
for a few weeks,

only to re-emerge to claim
credit for the first
Transatlantic flight.

Why?
He was
an ambitious man.

I mean, his father
was a Congressman.

Maybe the love
of the spotlight
got passed down.

And he had money,
adoration, power.

How do you walk away
from a family like that?

I just thought he'd make
a different choice.
(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

I'm... I'm sorry, Mom.
I have to go. I...

Lucy, hold on.

I know meeting your father
has thrown you,

and I get it
that you don't want
to talk to me about it,

but what do we do
in our family when we go
through tough times,

when we need
to collect our thoughts?

We write them down.

We write them down.

It's a journal.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey. You okay?

Boy, we really
could've used you.
We tried...

You didn't have a choice.

I knew you'd make
it out of there.

Don't worry, I swept for bugs.
The place is clean for now.

(SIGHS) Lucy, I heard
about your father.
I'm so sorry.

But you know that dick's
got nothing to do
with you, right?

Okay, guys.
I'm afraid it gets worse.

The agents in control
of Mason Industries...

They're Rittenhouse.
What?

Jiya's there right now.
DENISE:
Maybe that's a good thing.

Somebody working with us
on the inside.

"A good thing?"
This is Rittenhouse
we're talking about!

They could kill her!
Guys, it's okay.

So, what, Rufus and I,
we're just supposed
to go to work

like nothing's happening...
Yes.

Yeah, it's gonna be okay.

How can you be
so calm right now?

Because I've been through
a lot in the last
couple of days.

And I fought it
for a long time.

You can call it fate,

or God, or the Force.

But I am meant
to do something.

I am meant to protect
the both of you.

I see that now.

And I will.

You realize you sound
like a crazy person, right?
Mmm-hmm.

I sound like you.
Exactly.

But seriously...

What are we gonna do
about Rittenhouse?

We fight.

DENISE: Mmm-hmm.

How?