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Previously on Revolution...

Hold it!

What the hell is happening to me?

It's your son.

They've got him at the reprogramming center.

Either you kill him, or he kills us.

You are still my son.

On behalf of the United States government,

Sebastian Monroe, you are under arrest.

If I hadn't given you Monroe,

Texas would have come back here,

guns blazing.

General Carver just signed a treaty

officially recognizing the shiny new U.S. of A.

Carver granted jurisdiction over Willoughby,

their little own Guantanamo.

Evening, friend.

I hereby sentence you to die by lethal injection.

I got a son out there.

Yeah, I knew about him, and I hid him from you.

You son of a bitch!

I'm sorry.

Don't try to move.

Bass?

Hey.

Look at me.

Hey, buddy.

How much did you give him?

Enough barbiturates to drop a horse.

Make him look dead.

How you feeling?

Can you walk?

Look at you. You're happy to see me.

- What? - You missed me.

You're my best friend.

Okay.

That's... that's enough.

Miles.

You... you have to tell me.

Tell you what?

You have to tell me where my son is.

One thing at a time.

How long till he's 100%?

- A couple of days. - Why'd you do it?

'Cause we needed him.

And you asked me to.

So what, we're just supposed to do

whatever these Patriots say?

- Just calm down. - Aaron,

they are telling us which books we are allowed to teach

and which ones we're not.

I'm not saying don't get upset.

I'm saying calm down.

We don't know who's listening.

Rachel!

Help!

- Dad. - Tourniquet.

Yeah.

What happened?

We need to talk.

Not the best time, Gene. We're a little busy.

Yeah? Three people just died. Make some time.

Which is why we're busy.

We're trying to catch who did it.

Really? Well, yeah, I'm sure

it's just a desperate manhunt.

- Are you implying something? - No, I'm saying it.

You set off a bomb in my town

for God knows what reason.

First, watch your mouth.

Second... I'm sorry, your town?

This is Willoughby, USA.

Your job is to keep our town healthy,

happy, and compliant.

That's all.

I mean, unless you're not a loyal American.

We will find those responsible for this heinous act.

Right now, our best guess

is that there are more Andovers out there,

and they may have found a way inside.

Now, I don't want any of you to worry.

Willoughby has become...

It's like more of them come every day.

First we need to shore up our defenses,

so we're sealing the gates,

doubling security on the walls,

instituting a citywide curfew from sundown to sunrise.

Now, this is all just a temporary precaution

and for your own protection.

Excuse me.

Dr. Matheson.

Yes.

You don't remember me.

Am I really that forgettable?

No, of course not, mister...

Dr. Calvin Horn.

I was in the D.O.D.

Alternative energies projects.

Oh, I get it.

After all, you were like the prom queen around there,

and I was just another rat in the lab.

Anyway, I was hoping you and I might have a little chat.

Sure.

How about now?

It's time to look your enemies in the face and say...

Of course.

God bless Willoughby.

God bless the United States of America.

When D.C. fell,

I was on that first boat that fled to Cuba.

It's funny when you think about it.

Us taking a raft there.

You know, our old boss was on that boat,

Randall Flynn.

And now I'm the President's senior science advisor.

Who would have thought?

It's very impressive.

I have a confession to make.

I'm the one who sent it out.

I'd like to pick your brain about the nanotech.

You don't have to play coy.

I know all about it.

It's genius work, doctor.

Da Vinci work.

We ruined the world.

Doesn't make it any less genius.

Learn to take a compliment.

A couple quadrillion machines all around us,

inside us.

If we could just program them,

control them,

the possibilities are endless.

Such as?

Well, for starters, we could do a lot more

than flip the lights off.

Two of our men burst into flames

just outside of Willoughby.

That's why I'm here.

- I don't understand. - You don't?

Your nanites absorb electricity.

I wonder if they could've been modified to release it.

That's impossible.

You know, I'm not the genius that you are.

Help me understand.

In this town and nowhere else,

nanites have been acting strangely,

to say the least,

and here you are in this same town.

It's quite a coincidence, wouldn't you say?

Um, I'm not sure what you're asking,

but whatever...

this is...

I'm not doing it.

Well, if not you, then who?

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No. No. No...

I am nobody.

It's... I am nothing! I am nobody.

He's already onto the bodies, Aaron.

It's only a matter of time before Horn is onto you!

I am useless. I can't even control it.

So he pokes and prods you until he figures it out.

So what am I, E.T. now?

We got to get you out of town,

just until we figure out our next play.

Where am I supposed to go?

Out to Monroe.

Guess I'm glad I kept him alive.

Oh, so I'm safer with that psycho?

You are. You didn't see Horn's eyes.

Trust me, Aaron. You are.

- Then Cynthia's coming too. - Aaron, leave her out of this.

- She's already in it. - All the gates are locked.

Security's tripled. It's gonna be hard enough

getting your ass over the wall, let alone hers.

If they want to get to me, to hurt me,

who do you think they are going to use?

- There's no way. - Find a way!

Are you Dr. Gene Porter?

My condolences.

I was sorry to hear about your wife.

Excuse me?

Cholera's a terrible way to go.

And who are you?

I just want to help.

This is vaccine.

Cholera vaccine. High quality.

Made pre-blackout.

Where did you get this?

There's plenty more where that came from.

I've got a few hundred doses nearby.

Now, one of these is worth a bag of diamonds.

It's all yours if you want it.

Son...

when something seems too good to be true,

that's 'cause it is.

So what do you want?

What I don't want is Americans to die

from some grimy third-world disease.

I want my country back,

and I want your help to do it.

Jason?

Drink some of this.

I know, it tastes like crap on toast,

but it'll help wash out the drugs.

How do you feel?

I'm okay, I think.

Jeez.

- What? - It's an act.

You cut him loose, he will kill us both.

You can't fix him.

It's the training. I'm sorry.

It's about a mile out.

More cadets from the center. We gotta go now.

Dad, take the cuffs off, so I can help.

No, you can't. We can't even bring him.

- I'm all right. - He's not all right.

He will shout to them, give away our position.

- I won't! - He's lying!

- Dad... - Shut up.

Tom...

One word...

one syllable out of your mouth...

And you're dead.

Got it?

No, Miles. I'm not all right.

I'm hungry.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Dr. Porter. I'm Calvin Horn.

I've heard a lot about you.

Good things, I hope.

So...

did she say anything about me?

I'm sorry?

Rachel, in the privacy of your own home.

Truman tells me you're a good listener.

Dr. Porter.

Did she say anything?

She hasn't said anything.

She's been arguing with my granddaughter,

but that's about it.

Well...

You'll report to me if she does say anything.

Of course.

Please...

I just want to go home.

I have a daughter.

Please. Please.

He's out again.

Doc, a little wake-up juice, please?

Doc.

Now.

Thanks, doc.

Now... where were we?

Hey.

Who was he, Shaw?

He was from Austin

and an enemy of the United States.

Or maybe he was just some poor bastard

who wanted to see his kid.

What you did in there...

it's too far. It... it...

It's not right.

Your wagon's loaded.

We got you meds for T.B.

and yellow fever this time.

500 doses each.

Doc, we're the good guys, remember?

I scouted the wall. All double covered.

And there's got to be at least a hundred more soldiers in town.

Why? What are they planning?

Nothing good.

Well, unless we can get Aaron to charge through the wall

kool-aid style, I'm out of ideas.

I can do it.

I'll get 'em out.

Cynthia too.

Dad, I... I think maybe you should stay out of it.

I know about Aaron.

I've been listening to y'all talk for weeks.

You're not as quiet as you think,

and if these people are as bad as you say,

we gotta get them out.

How you gonna do that?

Once a week I head out to pick up cottonwood,

yarrow bark, some other meds, and I store it...

In here.

Cozy.

So what makes you think

they're just gonna let you out of here?

The town still needs medicine. Troops do too.

I can sneak Aaron past, right out to Monroe.

Absolutely not.

- What if they search the wagon? - They won't.

Security's tight as a drum.

Rachel, I need to do this.

I've turned a blind eye to what these sons of bitches

were doing for too long.

People are dying, and I've got to do something.

I think we're ok...

I am cadet Jason Neville! I'm captive!

Where are you going?

I'm Patriot cadet Jason Neville!

I'm a captive!

I'm a Patriot! I'm coming in!

Come on out! It's safe.

Tom. No.

You ready?

I'm sorry to do this to you.

I know this is home.

No, Aaron.

Wherever we go, you and me,

that's home.

What's up, doc?

Shaw.

It's been a while, Gene.

You look like hell, if you don't mind my saying.

Horn wants to see you.

Dr. Porter.

How can I help you, doctor?

Well, you can start...

by telling me everything you know

about Aaron Pittman.

Aaron Pittman.

What about him?

Well, he died.

You were his doctor. You declared him dead.

It's a small town, doctor. You hear things.

Well, obviously, I made a mistake.

The way I heard it, he came back to life,

quite dramatically.

So is he Jesus?

Let's assume for argument's sake he's not Jesus.

Then how else could he have been brought back,

besides the thing,

the exact thing that I'm looking for?

So how did she do it?

Who?

You think Rachel brought him back?

I'm only asking once.

Where's Pittman?

'Cause he's not at home or at the school.

Is your daughter hiding him?

No.

I don't know where he is.

I must seem like a joke to you.

Someone you can laugh at and lie to.

- No, that's not true. - Then why are you lying?

You know my reputation.

You know what I'll do to you.

It doesn't have to be this way.

You're one of us, aren't you?

You've been with us for years.

I thought...

What, doctor?

I thought I was helping this town,

helping the United States,

but I was wrong.

It's a little late to be clutching your pearls, doctor.

All those times you gave a hand to Shaw here.

I never killed anybody.

No.

You just watched.

Never asked too many questions,

always looked the other way,

so you can get your meds

and be a big hero back in town.

No.

Don't forget...

you're the one who opened the door

and let us in.

We're here because of you.

So let me make this simple.

You tell me what I want to know,

or I start killing your precious town people,

one after another while you watch.

We'll save your granddaughter for last.

Rachel...

A little louder, doctor.

Rachel isn't...

controlling those machines of yours.

Aaron is.

I don't know how, but he is.

Really?

Where is he?

It's them.

So where are they?

I'm sorry.

I did not want to be right about this.

He's one of them.

They knew about our plans with Texas.

They knew where to grab Monroe.

How else could they have known?

When I looked in his eyes, it just clicked.

Trust me, I know what desperate and guilty look like.

Hey.

I'm really sorry,

but you can't do this right now.

We got to get Aaron out of here.

Staring at that fire like it's got all the answers.

I think I've got to go.

Go?

Go where?

North.

My son is stationed near Cincinnati.

So...

You're a wanted fugitive.

Any Patriots you see will shoot you on sight.

He's my son.

24 hours ago, your boy was trying

to put a bullet in you,

and look at him now.

He just saved your life.

If there's even a chance that I could have that again

with my son...

I should have never given up on him, you know?

I feel, um...

I feel... I don't...

What'd you give her?

You got stood up.

No, something must have happened.

Yeah, what clearly happened is your cover got blown.

I wonder what your daughter will think of you now.

Hey!

Oh, you don't have it open yet?

- No, it's jammed. - Well, un-jam it.

What the hell happened?

Why did we change the plan?

Ran into some trouble.

Is grandpa okay?

He's fine. Trust me.

Miles, this sewer could be caved in.

It could be blocked. We have no idea.

That's why we call it plan B.

And when I say everywhere, I mean everywhere.

Search every house, every alley, every damn shed.

Use all necessary force.

Just keep Pittman and Rachel Matheson alive.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Is this sewer line still open?

No, I got it. I got it.

You're gonna get all macho on me now?

You only got one hand.

Mom, you all right?

I'm okay.

Open it.

And that would be for us.

So that's what 15-year-old crap smells like.

Get in. Go.

Aaron?

You're doing great.

Somebody get me a crowbar.

I can see light.

Is this it?

It better be.

They were in here.

Find out where that thing goes.

- Get out, let's go! - Ok, ok, easy... just take it easy.

Okay.

I think I... I need to...

sit down just for a moment.

- Don't move! - Don't shoot!

No! I'm Aaron Pittman! I'm Aaron Pittman!

- Aaron! - It's me you want, right?

I'll come quietly! Just let her go!

Let her go!

- Don't touch her! - Aaron!

Cynthia!

Leave her alone! Stop!

See, you were so worried about trusting my son,

when you should have been worried about trusting me.

You son of a bitch.

You said your husband was Patriot High Command.

Am I right?

What do you want?

Where is the old ball and chain?

Aaron, you have got to tell me how you do that.

It's okay.

You don't have to be afraid of him.

But it's not him you're afraid of, is it?

I'm feeling frustrated, Dr. Porter.

I'm feeling upset.

I don't know where Aaron Pittman is,

but I'll find him.

I hope so,

because if I find your daughter first,

feeling the way I feel...

I'm worried I won't be able to control myself.

We can't stay here long.

They're searching every building.

Miles.

She needs a minute.

Will one of you tell me what's going on, please?

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