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There once was a serpent...

who only traveled one direction.

Always forward, never backward.

Until one day,

the serpent came upon a demon.

The demon cursed the serpent,

driving him insane,

causing him to eat his own tail.

The serpent was blind,

but a few, those who were serious,

knew the serpent's true path,

so they created a weapon,

a weapon to destroy the demon.

Ticky-tock...

those eyes...

left, right, swaying like a granddaddy clock.

Jennifer, where have you been?

Hey-hey-hey. Cole!

Hey, Jennifer, hey, stay with me.

- Jennifer... - Ms. Goines, what happened?

It was all in here...

Now it's all in there.

Told you, Otter Eyes.

If you gave me yellow...

I could paint you the world!

Oh, my God.

What the hell is this?

Some kind of Primary message?

The Primaries had ample time to say what they mean.

This isn't a message.

They've given us one final mystery to solve.

Deacon's?

I miss him.

So do I.

I cleaned the wounds,

but they're just gonna hurt for a little while.

I'm sorry, there isn't much more I could do.

You're a good doctor, Cassie.

The symbols...

What do they mean? What are we looking for?

The center.

54 unique symbols, by my count,

in no apparent order.

The various strands and pieces don't even align,

so there's no telling the logic.

Far too many to be numeric,

twice too many to be alphabetical.

There doesn't appear to be a pattern.

It's completely random.

We're looking at them from the wrong angle.

Start at the center.

It's a spiral.

They're puzzle pieces.

They fit together.

Ten macro-symbols,

representing zero through nine.

Presented in a logarithmic spiral.

This is a program for a machine.

There seems to be a pattern

of two symbols repeating in groups of four.

These are dates.

With which of these are we most familiar?

1-9 and 2-0.

The 1900s and the 2000s.

Given four numbers, I should be able to decipher the rest.

The Primaries built a machine for you, Mr. Cole.

Perhaps this can tell us

where it was meant to send you.

Get dressed, Marion. We have to stay on the move,

find a way back to my mother.

We should drive down to Raritan.

Katerina and Elliot clearly know you.

- Hey, Marion, this is... - My name is Emma.

Marion is just a name I made up...

The name that I chose for myself.

It was the first choice I ever made.

Now you can choose to help us.

You cannot stop what never began.

Not you, not Katerina, not James Cole.

Your son.

It may begin and end with her,

but somehow in the middle is you and him.

That's impossible.

- No, I haven't had a child. - You will.

That's why I was sent here, to find you,

to find out how James's mother knew the legend,

and now I know.

What's it mean?

I don't know.

I didn't write it.

Who did?

Your mother.

You're not meant to destroy the world, Marion.

You're meant to help save it.

What if Katerina and Elliot don't believe us?

I'm their daughter.

- Yeah, we can prove it. - Yeah.

I'm going to be a mother.

They found us!

Hold on!

Within the Primary code,

we found dozens of temporal coordinates,

more specifically, our coordinates.

2013, then 2015, Philadelphia.

1987, Tokyo.

'44, '75, 1491, and so on.

Everywhere, every-when you've ever been.

Except one.

A set of coordinates which doesn't match

anything in our system.

April 3rd, 2018.

New York, JFK Airport.

That's two days before...

The plague.

Our first mission.

The best weapon to kill Olivia?

Destroy the one that made her.

The first reported cases of the virus

were global and simultaneous...

Argentina, London, Prague...

New York, on the 5th and 6th of April.

Why two days before?

The plague has an incubation period of 24 to 48 hours.

You can't survive it.

You can only spread it.

And in 36 hours, the world will realize...

it's over.

And JFK is one of the most traveled

international airports in North America.

This time...

This place...

Is when they release the plague.

Initiate splinter sequence.

Officer down! Officer down!

Terminal One concourse.

Officer down!

Cole!

The virus!

Behind you!

We need to restart.

It's definitely M5-10.

We never knew how it was released.

We do now.

If they only had one remaining sample.

Well, then this is how you maximize its impact.

Turn a building full of innocent people

into traveling time bombs.

So what now?

Go back and stop the tall man from dropping it?

Or steal it out from under him before he can.

One guess where they've been keeping it.

After Jennifer vanished, the whole business collapsed.

Scrapped and sold off for parts.

That'll happen when your CEO promises

to genetically engineer a unicorn.

The plague,

another Markridge facility.

It's too easy. Something's off.

Come on.

This feel familiar to you?

The Night Room.

What is that thing?

The origin.

Inside that will make a centuries-old virus.

There's something about its eyes.

It's eyes...

I think that's us.

Power's still on.

Cold storage.

That's it, the one from the airport.

Now we just need to destroy it.

I just don't wanna

accidentally release the damn thing in a hotel in Midtown.

Well, viruses need specific conditions to thrive.

They take time to die.

We burned it last time,

but since you don't want to set the hotel on fire,

we'll drown it.

Hannah?

You've been stranded here for nine years.

Why didn't you find us sooner?

And risk it all? Causality?

Accidentally undo something that shouldn't be undone?

I couldn't, so I waited.

What happened?

We gotta go. Come on.

Come on.

Okay...

Hello? Help!

Somebody's hurt!

Hello?

Jones sent you to find my mother?

Hey, hey, what's going on?

- What happened to you? - No, it was not me.

The car crashed, the man was shooting, then...

- It's okay. It's okay. - Please.

It's all right.

Marion was the name she chose.

Before that, there was Emma.

She was from Titan.

She was born with a single purpose...

To complete Titan

so that it could initiate one final sequence,

something that my father called

the Hartle Hawking State.

Space...

without time,

their Red Forest.

Titan will create a paradox of time itself,

moments over moments,

so great that it could never be undone.

Its effects will be felt across every hour, every minute,

every second simultaneously.

Every day that ever existed

will be the last day on earth.

Ms. Goines?

Doomsday alarm woke me up.

The readings from Titan are unprecedented.

The sheer volume of temporal energy is astounding.

My mother once said that time travel

was both the cause and the effect of all of this.

But none of that matters anymore.

We have the virus.

The Primaries sent us here to destroy it.

Once Olivia turns on her weapon,

begins her Red Forest,

she'll exist outside of causality.

Destroying the plague won't stop her.

But it will rob us of the only weapon

we have to use against her...

Time travel.

The Primaries didn't send us here to stop the plague.

They sent us here to release it.

No. No, no!

This whole mission has been about saving 7 billion people,

not killing them.

You can't ask me to do this.

For what?

Either 7 billion people die today...

Or everyone dies forever.

James Cole.

James Cole.

Why do they know him?

The only one of true importance

is James Cole!

Why?

You shouldn't be here.

You have work to finish.

The virus was taken by James and Cassandra

on the eve of its release.

They've interfered again.

Broken yet another cycle.

James Cole somehow remains a threat to our perfect realm.

Today, I will end his cycle,

and then...

I will ensure the plague is born

not as you may have intended,

but as it always has.

The Witness has spoken.

Mothers die for their children.

Yours died protecting you.

What was she like?

Lost, I think.

She always said she felt trapped between two worlds,

the one she was raised in and this one,

the world she came to know.

She grew up without her mother.

Never knew her father.

I don't think she realized how much that it shaped her,

until she was faced with the idea of giving you up.

So she left,

handed me off to my dad

with nothing but that bullshit story.

No.

The story's not over yet, James.

We should go.

Go home.

You sent them where?

We found the coordinates in your code.

Hundreds of dates,

our splinters,

and among them, the origin of the plague.

Even for a mad hatter, that doesn't make sense.

Why a thousand dates when you only need one?

You don't gift-wrap a needle with a haystack.

But the Primaries built a machine.

That you needed a machine to get to.

Unless it wasn't about the machine

but about its function.

Maybe...

it was...

Maybe it was never meant...

meant...

Cole...

there was a time we made a promise to these people.

Just remember what you told me,

over and over again, before we even met...

Sometimes terrible things happen...

So that great things can happen next.

All this time...

It was always us.

Okay.

It's okay, Jonesy.

It's okay.

I need to see this to the end.

I have to.

You will.

I'm here.

I'll push you until the clocks stop

and the road runs out.

I did my damnedest to enter every coordinate, every date,

but it's little more than a jumble of data.

Okay...

a weapon to destroy the demon...

But how would you do that exactly?

The loops and tangles of time.

To stop something that never started,

to end something that never began,

you must break them.

Untangle...

Dr. Adler, run a simulation.

The Primary code against the current time stream.

This is a simulation

of the current time stream as we know it.

When we initiate the Primary code sequence...

- The serpent's free! - Yeah.

Only traveling in one direction again.

The loops are broken, erased.

Julian, show me those splinter coordinates again.

You were right, Katarina.

These dates do not represent all our splinters.

No, only Mr. Cole's.

This is every time he has traveled,

every moment he has affected the time stream.

It's his entire life.

This was never about splintering.

Let me do this for you.

This was designed to destroy a Djinn,

and a Djinn cannot be deleted from just one moment.

It has to be removed from every moment.

The Primaries built a machine

to erase James Cole.

No. Cole can't be a Djinn.

You said yourself, this is something

that can only be born of time travel.

Cole's father wasn't a traveler.

His mother, Marion.

Hannah...

No!

- Hey... - Hey.

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay.

This was my choice.

This was all I could do.

Be here...

protect you one last time.

Mothers die for their children.

Yours died protecting you.

So she left...

No.

The story's not over yet, James.

I never wanted any of this for you.

Hannah, hey...

Before the day is done,

I imagine you'll understand,

that without time's will,

its shackles,

there is the after of a Red Forest...

Where one never has to choose anything

over the ones they love.

That's unfair.

You know, time is cruel.

You know, I watched the ones I love die,

defeated by time.

In the end, we all lose...

Yet you may yet win...

if you choose to.

Good-bye, Cassandra.

Dear, James...

I'm not sure if you'll ever find this...

If there will come a time when you need the truth.

Perhaps someday, I will have the chance to tell you myself.

But however you hear the tale,

I want you to be certain of one thing...

It was...

is...

a love story.

You all right?

Hey, hold on!

- Help me get her in the truck. - Okay.

The first time I met your father

was an act of bravery.

A good man risking all and asking nothing...

You're okay. Breathe. Look at me. Be calm.

Fighting to save the life of a stranger.

He reminded me of you,

of the man you would become.

If for a moment,

the future taught me anything...

It was the peace of a simple life...

Of hunting, fishing...

Of quiet moments away from the world.

He lived like I was raised.

I knew your father before I ever knew his name.

She didn't make it.

I'm sorry.

She kept calling for you.

Marion, right?

I'm Matthew.

Why did I stay?

To protect him, should they ever come?

Or was it because,

for all my mother's talk of causality and eventuality,

I'd finally found something that felt like fate?

Every day, I thought about leaving...

And every day, he gave me a reason to stay.

Teach me.

Yeah, she's a stubborn one.

She?

A car like this, it gets you where you're going,

points you straight,

kicks back when you hit the wrong gear.

She's definitely a woman.

I just can't get her running.

Well, my father used to say,

the common core of all great achievement is failure.

I like that.

Fancy way of saying,

the only failure is giving up.

Will you hold that in place right there?

Let me get in here with this.

He was kind, honest.

He made me laugh.

I knew we would never grow old together,

but I loved him anyway.

Timeless and without hesitation.

I wanted it to last...

But I knew I couldn't stay...

For him...

For you...

For all those we've yet to save.

I told you this was a love story,

and it is.

Not just of a woman for a man...

But a father for his son.

This letter, James,

is the last story I have left to tell you.

The first, I think you know.

Thank you, James.

You saved my life when I was a child.

You saved my soul when you were born.

I was, in my life, proud to be a Daughter...

But proudest to be your mother.

We had to tell you.

That should be your choice.

For years, I was by myself,

but I was never alone.

I saw you once, sitting in the park,

looking down at the luckiest little girl.

The way you looked at me,

the way you're looking at me now...

And I wondered how anyone could ever love anything that much.

And I saw you.

I was there when you lost your father.

And I was there when you found your brother.

I'll be there at the end, at the airport.

I can't bear to say good-bye...

Because when we do...

this moment between the three of us...

It will be over.

So, maybe...

one minute more?

There's still time.

I'm the demon.

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