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Man: Previously on Revolution...

Man 2: Listen to me very carefully.

It's gonna turn off and it will never turn back on.

What's gonna turn off?

Excuse me. You're Uncle Miles?

Monroe thinks your dad knew something.

What?

Why the lights went out. Maybe how to turn them back on.

That would mean tanks and planes.

He'd steamroll the entire continent.

Man: This is what caused the blackout?

Rachel: Nanotechnology.

Each one is the size of a virus.

They're everywhere.

They just started reproducing out of control.

We ended the world, Aaron.

You know where this place is, this tower?

Rachel: If I can get there I can turn the power back on.

Look out for Charlie.

You need to take better care of her

than you ever took of me.

We have to turn the lights on.

She turns the power on, maybe she saves the world.

Or maybe she sets it on fire.

Aaron, do it.

It worked.

Man: It's time to go home, Mr. President.

Randall, what are you doing?

No!

Launching ICBM's at Atlanta and Philadelphia.

I'm a patriot.

No!

Miles: 20, 19, 18,

17, 16, 15, 14.

What do you mean, you want to turn the power back off?

We have to, we have to knock out missile guidance, hurry.

11, 10, 9, Aaron!

I'm trying!

- Aaron, now. - Eight, seven, six!

So out of nowhere, the power flips on.

That Wurlitzer over there roars to life,

plays "Ramble On" for, like, four whole minutes,

and then just goes dark.

And people cried.

They said it...

They said it was like hearing the voice of God.

You want to know where I was?

Passed out.

I missed the whole damn thing. Story of my life.

What about you? Where were you during the Surge?

Jeff, right?

Yeah.

No offense, Jeff, but trust me.

The last thing I want to talk about is the power.

Well, I'm sorry.

What do you want to talk about?

What happened to your hand?

Okay.

What's gotten into Stu?

It's never easy to say.

Man: Thanks, Doc.

It's been months, but it still stings like a mother.

He's the doctor. I'm just helping out.

Oh, I'd be lost without her.

Sorry.

What's this?

Nylon.

My jacket melted onto my skin.

That's some burn.

I was 30 miles from Atlanta when the bomb dropped.

Really?

Sergeant Neil Gibson, Georgia Federation.

Retired.

What's it like back east?

Rachel, leave the poor man alone.

Dad.

I'd like to know.

Atlanta and Philly are gone.

They're just dead zones 'cause of the fallout.

Who knows how many casualties.

Lot of the troops, Georgian and Monroe,

they're just kind of wandering.

They're not fighting.

At least, well, except to stay alive.

You should be glad you're out here.

I know I am.

Have you seen this woman?

Dad, come on.

We can pick this up in the morning.

Miles: It's a dumb accident.

I was slicing an apple.

Well, try not to get yourself killed.

Good night.

Got any anesthetic?

Fresh out.

You know,

you should've seen Rachel when she was a kid.

All black nail polish and attitude

and a finely tuned compass for the wrong guy.

I mean, it was uncanny.

Pot dealers, drummers.

My favorite one

carried throwing stars like a ninja.

Then she met Ben.

He's a kind man.

Smart, for a change.

And I thought,

thank God, she's finally turned a corner.

Until I went to her wedding.

And when no one else was looking,

I saw the way she glanced at you.

Gene, there's nothing going on between me and Rachel.

Right.

And it never did, huh, Miles?

Not when she was married to your brother.

Your brother.

Look.

I owe you for bringing my girl home to me.

I'm pissed that you let Charlie go,

but I owe you for Rachel.

But the thing is, she's getting better now...

better every day.

And the last thing Rachel needs...

is the wrong guy.

Jeff: So where are you headed?

Nowhere in particular, just sort of seeing the sights.

Yeah, but you got anybody?

I mean, you got any family to get back to?

Nah, I don't have any family.

Can't go back to your unit.

They're probably scattered like all the others.

I didn't notice till morning.

Hey, it's okay.

Look. Brothers in arms.

I was conscripted for a few years myself.

Hey, you know,

I saw him a few weeks ago.

Who?

Monroe.

Yeah.

He looked like cold hell warmed over too.

Which way did he go?

Randall: "A house divided against itself cannot stand."

Randall, just stop.

Randall: Now there's no turning back.

I'm a patriot, Rachel.

No!

Gene: It was that Georgian soldier, wasn't it?

I'm fine.

Yeah, you look it.

How about we put the big book of crazy away?

What was Randall doing?

It's like, it's like there's a picture, Dad,

and I'm just scratching at the edges of it.

Stop.

Sweetheart...

these last few months haven't been easy for you,

and they scared the piss out of me.

You barely got your head straight again.

So please,

don't go looking for a relapse.

That guy, Randall, was just some Tim McVeigh whack job.

Unless there's more to it than that.

Unless he was following orders.

Orders.

From who?

It's okay.

I'm just surprised. That's all.

Well, I mean, you're better now, right?

You're not nuts anymore.

Nice, Miles.

I'm fine.

And I appreciate...

you looking after me.

It's just, why leave now, all of a sudden?

This town's just not my speed, you know what I mean?

I'll see you around, all right?

Yeah. Sure.

Bye, Miles.

Hey.

You could stay just a little longer.

And bad things happen when we're together.

They said they know you.

I don't believe it.

Gene.

It's been a long time.

Grandpa.

My God.

Charlie?

Look at you.

Spitting image of your grandma.

Miles: Hey, Gene?

What are you doing here?

You must have come 1,000 miles.

I was just hoping to hell you still lived here,

that you were still alive.

I... I didn't know where else to go.

Rachel?

It's my fault, Dad.

The bombs.

I broke everything.

Man: I'm here to tell you

the good old days of television are back,

ladies and gentlemen.

We have the world-famous David Schwimmer right here

in this very tent performing live for you.

That's right, ma'am. You heard correct.

The last surviving friend is here this evening

to perform, for your viewing pleasure...

Cynthia: You've been quiet all night.

So you can sit there and pout or tell me what's up.

That redhead kid, Teddy Collins,

in my fourth grade class.

He just came down with polio.

I heard.

I can't believe this is the world we're living in.

Things will get better.

They have to.

What makes you so sure?

Well, the lights surged on, didn't they?

Only for a few minutes, but if...

Yeah.

Just long enough for the nukes to drop.

The point is, they can turn on,

which means they can turn on again.

That's not gonna happen.

And what makes you so sure?

I'm gonna get more firewood.

Rachel: Maybe it was just a bunch of fireflies.

Maybe there's nothing more to it.

Do you really believe that?

It wasn't just the fireflies.

What about the starling flocks? What about the cicadas?

Things have gone seriously haywire

since the Tower, like Duchovnian.

Aaron.

Can you explain what happened that night?

'Cause I can't.

Randall dropped the bombs, and I couldn't stop him.

That's not all that happened, and you know it.

And it doesn't explain the insane things

that have happened to us.

Man: Hey! Somebody get the sheriff.

You got a big problem on your hands, Sheriff.

We have dealt with bandits before.

You haven't dealt with this before.

Miles: These adorable tats?

Those signify how many people he's killed.

This guy's from a war clan.

And looks like a pretty nasty one.

Probably wandered down from the Plains Nation.

They never come this far south.

Well, this one did.

Think... great white.

They're gonna circle around, take small bites,

and then they will come in for the kill.

Your men will be slaughtered.

Women, they will take it worse.

How soon can you get the rangers down from Austin?

I sent out a rider.

How many guns you got in this town?

About a handful.

You got some gaps in that southwest wall.

You got to firm those up.

Stu, who the hell are you?

Gene: Mason.

Listen to him.

All right. Do it.

Well, I guess you're not leaving yet, huh?

What are you doing?

Tom: We could search for a hundred years,

and we'd never find your mother,

because she would've never left Atlanta.

She would've waited for me...

Waited for me to come home to her,

waited until the skin melted off her bones.

Give me the gun.

Go on, boy.

You're gonna check out now.

Like a little bitch?

No, I won't let you.

This isn't you.

I pull this trigger,

it'd be like Christmas morning for you.

Get up.

Get up!

Those aren't Rebels.

In a boat like that?

I doubt it.

Miles: She's still in rough shape, Charlie.

Needs her daughter.

Charlie: She has you.

I can't be with her.

Too much has happened. I'm sorry.

Okay.

Okay.

You're not gonna try and stop me?

Well, I can't stop you from doing anything.

Just...

Try and keep your stupid to a minimum.

So how do you do it every night,

getting beat half to death?

It's better than my last job.

Man: Good. No more bets. No more bets.

Man: Seven red, seven red. The winner.

Well, if I didn't have bad luck,

I wouldn't have any luck at all.

Saw you in the fight tent.

You like fights, sweetheart?

I like him.

Jimmy?

He's okay.

A little moody, if you ask me.

Jimmy. That's his name?

Yeah, Jimmy King. From back east, I think.

How long has he been here?

Few weeks, maybe?

Look, if you want to bet on him,

I run the sports book around here.

He's not fighting tonight.

It's not a bet.

Hey.

So you a deputy now?

That's funny.

Sheriff has no idea what he's in for.

Rachel, we should run.

We should get the hell out of here

before things get really bad.

No.

I got to stay.

I got to be here when Charlie gets back.

You know, when she left, I could've stopped her.

No, you couldn't.

I could've tried, but I didn't,

'cause I get it.

After The Tower, I...

I understand how angry she was.

Yeah, look.

Charlie's a little wrecked right now.

Maybe we all are, but...

She'll find her way home.

I need to apologize to you.

Rachel...

For Nora.

I just mean that I would understand

if you didn't want to stick around.

Stop it.

You know I'm not gonna leave you right now...

not with whatever's out there.

So just stop it.

Okay?

I thought you said bad things happen when we're together.

Is any of this good?

Yeah?

Jimmy, there's a girl that wants to meet you

out at the bar tent.

No, it's late. I'm tired.

Trust me.

You're gonna want to wake up for this one.

My name is Secretary Justine Allenford

with the United States government.

I know that must come as a shock to you,

but it's true.

After the blackout,

we were forced from the continent

by warlords like Sebastian Monroe,

forced to huddle in Cuba, our ranks decimated.

And then Foster and Monroe, in their madness,

brought back the miracle of power

for a few precious seconds,

only to launch nuclear missiles.

And we have incontrovertible proof that this is so.

And when we heard, we knew we had to return

to help in whatever meager way we could.

Is the president still alive?

The president is making his way

to the White House as we speak.

We also understand that certain rebel forces

have been fighting for the US,

and we're just sorry that we could not fight beside you.

But now we hope you'll join us.

We hope you all join us.

We're patriots.

And we want this country

to be great again.

Cynthia: This is precisely why I live inside the walls.

We're okay.

Trust me.

My buddy Stu,

beneath all the shady, he's not one to overreact.

You go to bed.

So you're just gonna stay up?

I'd just feel better keeping an eye on things.

Keeping an eye on me.

I don't know what I did to deserve you.

What you did to deserve all this?

Probably something horrible.

Don't sell yourself short. You're sweet.

A lot of guys are sweet.

You know, you never asked me how I got this.

It's not my business.

Defensive wound, from my husband.

Yeah.

He came at me with a paring knife.

Trust me, Aaron.

This day and age,

sweet is a rare and valuable commodity.

Well, if you're gonna stay up, come to bed.

We can both stay up.

Absolutely.

No!

Go, just go! Just run, run!

Help! Help! Help me!

Help, somebody!

Aaron?

Aaron? Hey.

Okay.

Tell the sheriff.

Tell everyone.

Get my father too.

Please don't let him die, okay?

Aaron.

Hey, you stay with me.

Aaron? Aaron!

Somebody help me!

Go!

It's okay.

Look at me, look at me.

Aaron!

Somebody!

Let them go.

Mason!

Aaron, I'm not gonna lose you.

Look at me. Aaron.

Aaron, come on.

Come on. Stay with me.

Hey. Hey, Aaron?

Okay.

I stopped it a little bit.

It's better. It's better.

Dad.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No.

Oh, God! Please, please, please.

I'm sorry.

Please, no.

No.

Jason: Dad.

You look better.

I feel better.

A man just needs a purpose, is all.

And yours is?

They have incontrovertible proof.

Do they?

That Monroe and Foster had WMDs and used them.

Yeah, I know about six people on the planet

know that's a lie.

Two of them standing right here in this room.

Just the timing of their arrival alone

here with handshakes and smiles.

Just when people need it the most.

Ain't that perfect?

And I bet you a steak dinner

that Randall Flynn was in with them.

No, I doubt that these people are God-fearing Americans.

My guess is that they're someone else entirely.

It's impressive, though.

Balls on them.

They're responsible for the bombs...

and for your mother's death.

I am going to rip them apart from the inside

until they are begging me to die.

That's not good.

Sheriff.

Hello.

I'm Titus Andover.

This is my family. Welcome.

Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome.

Can we get you some sweet tea?

Deputy Martin scoured the town.

It looks like those whack jobs are gone for now.

Has anyone seen Miles or the sheriff?

I'm sorry.

Children: Bad Robot!