All language subtitles for Revolution S02E18 Austin City Limits-eng

- You're Monroe.
- Where's Duncan?

- She's dead.
- How?

The Patriots.
And we want blood.

- We're moving out!
- Bass! Wait for Miles.

I got the men I need, Rachel.
Don't have to listen to you anymore.

- I don't want to lose you, Aaron.
- Me neither.

I say that number, and he does
anything I say, anything.

Dad, if what he said is true...

My guy translated this.
You need to see it.

At least we know where
they're taking the cadets.

To Austin, to take down
the Texas government

and kill their president.

Tom: Where you been?

Right here.

Well...

We got work to do.

Still got to track Monroe.

So let's get to it.

- No.
- What do you mean, no?

No.

Do you even care
what they've done to me?

They made me do God knows... what.

I... I don't remember.

Who knows what else
they can make me do, Dad?

- It scares the hell out of me.
- We don't have time for this.

- Come on.
- What, you want me to walk it off?

Want me to tough it out?

Actually, yes.
That's how I raised you.

You want to save your mother,
we kill Monroe. That's it.

Mom is dead.

- Don't you say that.
- I'm sorry.

I am, but it's true.

They're never gonna
give her back to you.

They're lying to you.

You're lying to yourself.
But I'm here!

I'm right in front of you.

And I'm asking for your help.

Son...

...I know this hasn't been easy for you.

You just need to hold it together

for a little while longer.

Get back here.

Don't you walk away from me.

Get back here!

Miles: You said your guy
could translate this.

This is all he got?

The cadets are heading to Austin,

Texas government's
on the chopping block.

At least we've got a great plan.

We'll just wander
around Austin aimlessly

till we see some suicide bombers.

I don't see what could go wrong.

You want to translate it yourself,
pal, have at it.

You think this is a game?

Patriots take Texas, that's it.
It's over.

There'll be nobody else left
around big enough to stop 'em.

And now they're three days
ahead of us on the road.

- Jason?
- Let him go.

Let him go!

I said, let him go.

Sorry. This was the only way
to get through the door.

- But I want to help you.
- You want to help us?

How?

Intel from Truman's office.

Really?

- How's your dad feel about that?
- I could care less.

They sent cadets to Austin.

I don't know why,
but they're headed to 19 Arnell Street.

Why are you telling us this?

Because whatever they're gonna do,
I need to come with you,

and I want to help you stop 'em.

Are you joking?

After all the times
you screwed us over.

She's got a great point.

Yeah, I know she does.

And right now I'm about the last guy
you should be trusting.

You have any idea what that is?

Yeah.

We've seen one or two of 'em.

That's what those sons of bitches
did to me.

That and a lot more.

I know I got nothing here,
nothing but burned bridges.

And I know there's no reason
for you to take me, but I'm asking.

And I can help.

I need payback.

Monroe: And how do we know
this isn't a trick?

How do we know you're
not zombified right now?

You don't.

But if I step out
of line just an inch, shoot me.

Seriously?
Are you actually considering this?

Well, this kid could come in handy.

And it's like he said,

he makes one wrong move,
we shoot him.

- How's your dad?
- You know how they say

doctor's make the crappiest patients?

He's all right.
Just needs a couple clays to heal.

- Sure you don't want to come?
- What are you gonna do

with the cadets when you find them?

Take care of Charlie.
Watch out for Monroe.

Buck up, tiger.

You can do 72 hours
without the ball and chain.

This is a boys' weekend.

We're gonna have ourselves some fun.

Get up!

Aaron: Something smells good.

Morning.
I'm making tea. You want some?

You and six-pack make quite
the spicy team.

So what kind of number
did he do on you?

Well, the only person in the world
I trust less than him is you.

A boy never forgets
his first firearm.

Happy birthday, kid.

Hi. Can I ask you something?

A paying customer can.

Okay. I'll have some
of that jerky, I guess.

You seen a couple of kids from
out of town over the past few days,

about our age?

- And who's asking?
- Charlie: They're friends of ours.

We're supposed to meet them here.

Well, then, you tell your
deadbeat friends upstairs

to stop making noise all night
and pay up on the rent they owe me.

Thank you.

I know their playbook.

If they don't blow our heads off
when we come in,

there's a trip wire
connected to the door,

and two pressure grenades
under the floorboards.

The grenades are here.

Boom.

The kid's paying off already.

I don't suppose
they taught you any Arabic.

Word's cut off.

But it says... "Blanch. Blanch..."
Blanch.

Blanchard?

- They're gonna hit Blanchard.
- Who?

He's the former leader
of this ten-gallon craphole.

Not a fan of ours.

He's gonna want to shoot us on sight.

Yeah, maybe.
Or maybe...

we help him out, he helps us out.

That's if he's not dead already.
Come on.

You stay here,
see what else you can find.

If he even looks at you funny,
shoot him.

Ow! Whoa, whoa! Damn!

Oh! Walnut!

Ow! Walnut!
Whoa, whoa! Walnut, walnut!

Sorry, Frank.
Your safe words are no good here.

I got to tell you, Frank,
you're making this way too easy.

Hang on.
You're supposed to be dead!

Back by popular demand.

I don't believe this.

You two are here to kill me?
Are you serious?

- I mean, hell, I'm retired!
- That's not why we're here.

I mean, we're not the ones
trying to kill you.

- What do you got?
- California papers.

What the hell are Patriots doing
with IDs from California?

Jason!

Jason!

It's you!

Stop! Stop! You're gonna kill him!
Stop!

Who is that?

Can I ask you a question
if you promise not to get mad?

Sure.

Well, it's just...

...you haven't mentioned your...
family in, like, forever.

Don't you miss them?

Of course I miss them.

It just hurts.

Well, if you want to look for them,
I will help you.

Thank you.

- Hide.
- What?

Hide, now.

Slavers.

How did you know
anyone was coming?

I heard them.
You didn't?

No.

I thought this was yours.

Sending in the big guns to Austin.

Jason, for the 100th time,
who is this guy?

Yeah, Jason.
Tell 'em who I am.

Your buddy here was a...
gold-star cadet.

I trained a lot of 'em, but Jason...

They broke the mould with you.

You'd have made a hell of a Patriot.

Where are the cadets?
Who are they gonna hit?

You want to know the thing
that really sets you apart?

It was how fast the fight
went out of you.

I mean, you gave in easier
than a fat girl on prom night.

You're gonna tell me where
the cadets are right now.

Or I got another idea.

How about I read you your number,
and you can do their jobs for them?

If you knew my number,
you'd have already said it.

That is a fair point.

Either way,
it doesn't change what you are.

Dumb, obedient, with low self-esteem.
That's just how I like 'em.

Your daddy,
he must've raise you right.

Where are they?!
Where the hell are they?!

Even your friends don't trust you.
That's why they got you cuffed.

'Cause they know
how dangerous you are.

You're nothing but a hammer, man.
You're a dull, blunt weapon.

It's all you're ever gonna be.
I don't even know why you fight it.

I know what you're trying to do.

You're trying to make me fly off
the handle so I kill you before you talk.

But it's not gonna work.

And you're wrong about me.

I'm done taking orders,
from you, from anyone.

But you're right about one thing.

I am a grade-A student.

And I've learned from the best.

Uncuff me.

Charlie.

Sweetheart,
you're making a big mistake.

I trust him.

Let's get started.

I got to say, Frank,
I'm surprised you believe us.

Do you mind shutting the gate?

I believe you.

One, you two ain't smart enough
to make up a story that nuts.

And two, you're just
confirming my suspicions, is all.

Yeah? How's that?

Ladies, if you wouldn't mind.

- You're a dirty, old man, Frank.
- Who you calling old?

So, anyway, just last night,
Senator Wyman got popped.

Now, Wyman's men cornered
the shooter. It was some kid.

Little bastard looked right at 'em.
Boom! Blew his own brains out.

Boy was carrying California paper.

Now, I know Governor Affleck ain't
been right since her husband died,

but it don't make sense for her
to pull a move like that.

That's 'cause she didn't.

They wanted you to think
the kid was from California.

The kid's a Patriot.

They're gonna get you
and Cali all riled up.

You're gonna rip
each other's throats out.

They're gonna waltz in,
clean up the mess.

It's pretty much what they did
with me in Georgia.

So far, it's working.

Half our Senate's screaming
for the scalps of these yoga-monkeys.

And, no offense,
but why target you?

I mean, aren't you out to pasture?

Because I don't trust
those US bastards.

And I've been loud about it.

Now...
Now, it ain't just my hot air.

- Now, we got facts.
- So, what's the play?

I'll pay Carver a visit and
kick some sense into his scrawny ass.

And I still got a lot of friends
in the right places.

By the time I'm done,

all of Texas will be out
for some red, white and blue blood.

Those Patriot sons of bitches
have screwed with the wrong Texan.

Thank you.
That is what I'm talking about.

Believe me, it's my pleasure.
It'd be good to be in action again.

Retirement sucks.

Here's to getting back in that chair.

We got a lot of work to do.

I guess I should put on some pants.

Hmm?

- What? What?
- Monroe: Are you serious, Miles?

You can't even tell
when things are going your way?

Please tell me this is better
than the pity party

you got back there with Rachel?
You two are like the...

Sid and Nancy of frowning.

What does that mean?

It means the guy that I know

didn't used to sit around wringing
his hands over every decision.

He used to go in there
and do what he had to do to win.

But you, I mean, look...

It's like watching a killer whale
at SeaWorld. Pathetic.

You done?

- Rachel did this to you.
- Miles: All right, just stop.

Maybe you don't know me
as well as you think you do.

Or maybe I know you better
than you know yourself.

No!

She's got the tattoo.
She's from the Willoughby camp.

- You didn't recognize her?
- I wasn't looking at her face.

Hey!

What if I told you this
is not what it looks like?

You're Sebastian Monroe.
You drop the gun.

I said drop it!

Now!

- What'd we miss?
- He's the cadet handler.

Their next target's General Carver.

They're gonna hit him
at the capitol building, 1:00 today.

- We're letting that one happen.
- Bass, he's the president.

They kill him, frame California...

He had me executed, all right?
Excuse me if I hold a grudge.

Nice work, kid.

You can cuff me again if you want.

No, you're good.

What do you mean Monroe's alive?
We watched him die.

I put him in the ground myself.

But I'm telling you,
the ranger who laid eyes on him

- is reliable and sober.
- And General Blanchard?

Doctors are doing the best they can.

Sir, with the recent assassinations,
and now with Monroe here,

I suggest we reschedule.

I'm the leader of the Texas Republic.
I'm not gonna reschedule.

Triple security,
put every man on the ground.

Do your job.

Find Monroe.

And this time,
make sure he stays dead.

Hey.

What that guy said about you,
he's wrong.

You're not just some weapon.

So, what's the plan?

Keep our eyes open,
look for kids from Willoughby.

Hope we catch a break.

What the hell is going on?

- What do you mean?
- I mean, I've been watching you.

You didn't sleep all night.

- That's not true.
- Yes, it is.

I'm pretty sure you haven't blinked
in the last 45 minutes,

and you don't seem
to care about your kids,

and there is no way you
heard that wagon last night.

I heard that wagon. And how
dare you say that about my kids?

Stop it! Just... just stop.

You're not her, are you?

What?

Aaron, that's crazy.

You're the nano.

How would you say it?

We're behind Priscilla's wheel
for the moment.

- Give her back to me.
- Aaron...

- Now.
- Just...

- Give her back to me now!
- Calm down.

What did you do with her?

Remember when we were
inside your head?

You were in 2014,
and it was wonderful,

but you wouldn't accept it.
You just kept rebelling.

Well, we were inside
Priscilla's head too,

but she didn't fight it.

She's happier.

She's in here,
making French toast for her girls.

We won't hurt her.

We just want to use her body
for a little while.

Why?

It's one thing to hear
what an apple tastes like.

It's another to actually taste one.

It's one thing to hear how much you
people are preoccupied with sex.

It's another to actually have it.

It was nice, by the way.

We want to learn... how to be human.

- That's all.
- What for?

Just do what we say,
and you will get Priscilla back.

In the meantime, you will be our guide,
and you won't tell anyone.

And if I refuse?

Man: Ladies and gentlemen, without
further ado, the State of the Nation!

- Well, so much for catching a break.
- Man: General Bill Carver!

It's gonna be like trying to
find a needle at the Super Bowl.

- So, there a new plan?
- No.

You see any kids from Willoughby,
shoot 'em.

Let's just split up and look.

How many camps you hit this week?

- Four and counting, ma'am.
- Yeah?

I got to hand it to you,
you boys are effective.

It's too bad you're so stupid.

- Excuse me?
- Following Monroe.

You don't know him like I do.

The only place he's going
to lead you is into a grave.

Aaron: Rachel!

Hey! Put your weapons down!

They're friends.
Please.

Aaron?

- Hey.
- Hi!

Um...

What are you...

What are you doing in a hellhole
with a bunch of bikers?

Long story.

How did you find me?

You remember Priscilla?

She tracked you.
She's good at it.

- It's good to see you.
- It's good to see you too, Rachel.

Man: It's what separated us
from the other 49 states.

They knew it.

Although they had a hard time
admitting it, they respected it.

Those values are what led us
to not only survive the blackout,

but thrive despite it.

It's all right, buddy. I got you.
Let's get you some coffee.

Hang on.
Where you going, Jason?

"42474."

This is Commanding Officer
Shirlee Jenkins.

I've had an eye on you
since you came to town, Cadet.

Tell me who you're here with.

Miles Matheson
and Sebastian Monroe.

They're here to stop
the Carver assassination.

All right, then.

Take the bag.

You're our backup.

Jason.

The incoming class of
this year's Texas Rangers!

Honor, justice, courage, strength.

You are all the true sons of Texas.

You represent the very best
of all of us.

Charlie: Jason?

What are you doing up here?

Better vantage point.
Spotted a kid, he's got a gun.

Where?

There.

He hasn't moved
in five minutes.

You should go check him out.

What's this?

Where did you get this?

Ah!

Jason, stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Please, stop.

This isn't you.

Snap out of it.

Congratulations.

Please, this isn't you.

Jason.

Stay back! Stay back. Stay back.

Jason, I'm begging you!
Please stay...

Take cover, everyone! Get down!