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Everyone thinks they know the man, but nobody knows Lincoln.

He was a wrestler for one.

300 fights, only lost once. What do you know about Lincoln? I'm his bodyguard.

Why aren't you guarding him, then? He's next door watching the play.

Hey, Mr. Booth.

Dave's been asking when we're gonna be seeing you on stage again.

Soon.

My love, you must go.

You crave affection.

You do not. I have no fortune. But I'm spilling over with affections, which I

am ready to pour over you like applesauce over roast pork.

I am aware, Mr. Trenchford, that you are not used to the manners of good society,

and that alone will excuse the impertinence of which you are guilty.

Don't know the manners of good society, eh?

Well. I guess I know enough to turn you inside out, old gal, you sock-dologizing

old man-trap.

Sick, separate Tyrannus!

The South shall be free!

Who was that on the phone? I have to go.

Now? Where?

Something came up at work. No, no, no. You can't just... Lucy!

What the hell's gotten into you?

Who's Amy?

I'm... I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Amy... Amy is a friend, and, uh, she's from work, and she needs my

help. Okay?

Mm-hmm.

Come here.

Oh, really? I'm glad to see you.

Don't forget about tomorrow night.

Yeah.

So Flynn took out the mothership again, huh? Where'd he go?

I don't know. I just got here.

Hey, what's changed in your lives?

Since we got back from 1937, what has changed for you? I just had an

unsuccessful evening with a girl, so nothing really. Why? What's wrong?

My sister's gone.

Gone? Gone where? Gone as in erased from history.

Something that Flynn did or we did to the Hindenburg has changed my family. My

mother isn't sick anymore, and my sister was never born. Lucy, we have a dossier

on you, and it doesn't say anything about a sister.

Look, this is her, right here.

You wore this on the trip back to 1937?

That is incredible. You took it from a timeline where your sister existed,

carried it here, to where she doesn't. I do not.

Share your excitement, Mr. Mason.

Whatever changed, you have to change back. Change it back.

I'm sorry, Lucy, but Flynn is hours ahead of us. We don't have time for

this. Why not? We have a time machine, don't we? Flynn could be decimating

history right now. Our reality could change like that any second. You need to

go. Not until we figure this out. Lucy. Hey, you dragged her into all this. She

just lost her sister. Give her a damn minute.

Flynn went back to April 14, 1865.

Now you need to get moving, and you need to eliminate Garcia Flynn. Are we clear?

Yeah, okay.

Wait, what's April 14th, 1865?

The assassination of Abraham Lincoln.

Hey, I can try to figure out what happened to your sister, if you want.

How?

Something happened on the Hindenburg that affected your parents somehow.

I can...

Look for a connection, you know, try to see what changed.

Tell me your parents' names, birthdays, anything that can help.

You would do that for me?

Garcia Flynn.

He went straight for Anthony.

He knew he was the project leader. The best of our only two pilots.

So how did Flynn know so much about us? Our vulnerabilities?

Is there a problem?

What'll they do with these recordings?

Why does Rittenhouse even need them? Don't speak that name out loud ever

again.

Trick or treat.

Trust me, no one is more aware than I am that I am not a real soldier.

Where did these get-ups even come from?

Civil War reenactors club.

No wonder they smell like sweat and loneliness.

Okay, whoa, whoa. Sorry.

Just sit.

Here, let me... I was really hoping

I'd never have to get in this damn thing again.

Lucy, I'm sorry about your sister.

Thank you.

For backing me with Agent Christopher.

Trust me.

We're gonna fix it.

We're gonna fix everything.

We really should get some paperweights.

Tell me this gets easier.

It doesn't.

What's all that?

The Civil War just ended.

They're celebrating.

Mr. Booth, I'm quite the admirer of yours.

Oh?

What production did you see me in?

Richard III?

I'm not talking about a play.

I know what you're about to do.

I think I can help.

Check out that swagger.

Civil War just ended.

Slavery's outlawed.

African Americans thought their future was bright.

Which pretty much ends tonight when Lincoln's shot.

So what do you think Flynn is up to?

He's got to be here to change the assassination.

But how?

I don't know. But I do know exactly where John Wolfe's booth is going to be.

So we start there.

Best guess, he takes us to Flynn.

So Booth walks into Ford's Theater at exactly 10 a.m., huh?

Not 9.56, 10.07?

Hundreds of books have been written about Booth's movements today.

Let me guess, you read them all.

And wrote one of them?

So why is Booth coming here now?

What is he, scouting for the knife? No, he's an actor. He knew Ford's theater

like the back of his hand.

Used it as his mailing address.

Picks up his mail at exactly 10 a.m. An actor.

Pretty well known, too, but his brother, Edwin, was literally the most famous

actor in America.

John never quite measured up.

So this is like if Donnie Wahlberg assassinated the president.

Pretty much, actually.

Come on.

Hey, keep an eye out, huh? We'll find Booth or Flynn. Come get us fast.

Let's go.

Hello?

Any of your books tell you where the mailboxes were?

No.

Let's split up.

Okay.

Do you want it? No, I got it. Okay.

You all right there, Sergeant?

Yes, I am.

I'm Sergeant.

I'm just fine.

What's your name?

Um, Denzel.

Washington. I'm Nicholas. Where about you from?

Chicago. You was free when you signed up. You got Ken and young folks still in

bondage? No, my, um... My family was all born free.

So you, uh, you read and write good, huh?

Pretty good, yeah.

That's how you got them stripes.

Hey, boys, get on over here. Old Denzel's gonna write our notices for us.

I need you to write something for the newspaper.

You go ahead and start with mine.

Uh, I can't right now. All right, the color Tennessee, principle free.

Nicholas Biddle, 2nd Regiment, Colored Infantry.

That's me.

Nicholas Biddle, of the 2nd Regiment, Colored Infantry, wishes

to learn the whereabouts of his wife and four children.

The children are Celia, Sarah, Elizabeth, and Adam Lee.

My wife's Ann.

And the last I seen her was in a cell pen of a human trader named Robert

Clark, Atlanta.

Pardon me, miss.

I'm General Grant's aide.

You're Robert Todd Lincoln.

Have we met?

No.

I admire your father.

Pleased to meet you, Miss... Juliette.

Shakespeare. Shakespeare's men.

Are you an actress?

No.

Yes. Not a very good one.

Just starting out. Something rarer than an actress. A modest one.

General Grant was supposed to attend tonight's play, but he can't make it,

and I have to return his tickets.

Well, I'll take the tickets to the box office for you. I'd like to leave a

note, too, of the General's apologies.

Of course.

Take your time.

You know, my father's coming to the play tonight.

Have you seen it?

It's... not very good.

No?

Should I tell him not to come?

Having President Lincoln for a father, what's that like for you?

He casts a long shadow, but it's not one I mind living in.

I'm proud of him. He's done some great things.

I agree.

And he's just getting started.

So what are you going to do once you find your family?

Work me a piece of my old master's lamb.

You think the man who owns you is just going to give you his lamb? No, I think

President Lincoln's going to make him.

It's all smooth sailing from here on out.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm sorry, nothing. I didn't mean anything.

What regiment you in?

The 4th Colored Infantry.

4th Colored, yeah. I never heard of it.

What about your fight?

We fought all over it. See, this ain't no real uniform.

You pretending to be a soldier, huh?

After what we went through? What, so you can get you a girl?

Look like some big hero?

Here you go, you lying rat.

Ms. Shakespeare, it has been a pleasure.

I'll see they get it right away.

John Wilkes Booth.

Robert Lincoln.

I saw you on stage here last month.

Of course.

Why are you here?

My father invited General Grant to see tonight's play, and I'm helping him

escape it. I assume you know Ms. Shixman.

John Booth.

She's an actress.

Really? Where do you perform?

I'm new to the profession.

And very humble.

Ms. Shixman, do you know that Mr. Booth's brother saved my life on a train

platform just last year?

Pulled me out of the path of an oncoming train. It's a true story.

Amazing. That's Edwin.

Always the hero.

Yes, sir. The Lincolns owe the Booths a great debt.

We're a thousand percent sure we can't just shoot this asshat. Save Lincoln

here and now. Believe me, I want to.

It might change things too much.

Maybe there'll be a lot less lynchings.

I'm serious.

I'm serious.

I just met some black soldiers. We know Lincoln's death. It's going to be a

disaster for them. Not to mention my great-great-grandparents.

Don't look at me. I'm with him.

I understand.

But we don't know the consequences. It's too risky. It's our job to protect

history. Yeah, rich white guy's history. A lot of my history sucks.

Look, I know it seems crazy, but maybe we can change things for the better.

This is the Harington house.

Where Booth meets with his conspirators.

What conspirators?

Get back! Get back!

When I shoot, you run! Stay low! Don't look for anything!

What about you? I'm right behind you.

Your butter looks to be at the fag end of things.

Poor digestion's all.

Thank you very much, ma'am. Thank you.

Where the hell is Rufus with these supplies?

You need a real doctor.

To do what? Leech me?

Get this off me. Okay.

It'll take 15 minutes to patch back home. Here, I'm gonna die of sepsis.

You get it? Yeah.

Okay.

Rufus, you're up.

My knife's in the pocket. You got it sterilized over the lamp.

Um, what?

The bullet's still in there. It's just under the skin, but you gotta take it

out. Why me?

Because you work with your hands. Yeah, on circuit boards. Think of me as a

circuit board.

It's gonna die if you don't help.

Don't look at me. I faint.

So those weapons, Flynn has.

Why does he need that kind of firepower, huh?

Lincoln gets killed anyway.

I don't think it's just about Lincoln.

Lincoln's death was part of a much larger conspiracy to kill the four most

powerful men in government in one fell swoop.

Lincoln, Vice President Johnson, Secretary of State Seward, and General

Grant. It would have been devastating, but the other shooters never followed

through or just failed outright.

Well, that's before they had semi-automatic weapons.

Exactly.

What if Flynn is trying to help them succeed?

They would cripple the Union.

Maybe revive the Confederacy? Hell, Johnson and Grant are supposed to become

presidents. America as we know it would be unrecognizable.

Okay, so how do we stop all that? One problem at a time.

Grant takes a train out of town at six. I need to make sure he's on it. You take

care of Wyatt.

We're gonna need you tonight.

This is gonna be the worst game of Operation ever.

I can't see much sense.

This one here? That should be it.

That's my mark. Oh, the train's not working.

Nice to see you.

Ms. Shakespeare?

Mr. Lincoln.

What are you doing here?

Following you, it seems.

I'm a lucky man, then.

What happened to the train?

Technically speaking, it broke.

Oh. Much to General Grant's dismay, he and I will be seeing a play tonight. No.

Like I said before, it's a terrible play. The general will hate it.

Maybe, but the general and I are already committed.

But is there any chance that you'd like to see a terrible play? What?

Excuse me for being forward, but would you come as my guest?

You'd improve the evening a great deal.

We've met twice, and one day that can't just be a coincidence.

Do you believe in fate?

I'm at the National.

The National?

It's seven then.

We really have to stop meeting like this, Lucy.

You son of a bitch.

My sister is gone. Disappeared because of something you did to the Hindenburg.

It's war.

I lost my whole family. Because you murdered them.

Rittenhouse murdered them. I asked about Rittenhouse and no one's ever heard of

him. Rittenhouse isn't a him, it's a they. And that's why I'm here to right

some wrongs. By shooting up half of Washington?

Trying to destroy America outright? I'm not trying to destroy America. I'm

trying to save it.

You'll see.

One day, you're going to help me.

Or what?

You'll kill me?

That's not a threat.

It's your future.

So accept it and stop trying to interfere.

What are you trying to do? What does this have to do with Rittenhouse? Tell

me! Don't get in my way again.

It's an unsanitary if I throw up on you now.

You went shopping?

Robert Lincoln invited me to a play. A play?

You mean the play.

General Grant's going to be there tonight. Flynn sabotaged his train.

You saw Flynn?

I saw him leaving the train station.

The point is, Grant's going to be there tonight, and I've got to save him. How

exactly? I don't know.

I'll get Grant out of the balcony before Booth shows up somehow.

Okay, I'm pretty sure we can come up with a better plan than that.

Will these help?

And I assume with all that, we're going to save everybody but Lincoln?

Rufus. All you have to do is open your mouth to save him.

And you're just going to let Booth shoot him in the head? Do you think any of

this is easy for me?

My whole life, I've idolized Lincoln.

When I was a little girl, I would memorize his speeches.

Well, do something.

We would come back to an entirely different world.

Who knows if it would be better?

Or if there would be anything left to come back to at all.

The present isn't perfect, but it's ours.

Awful as it is, what happens to Lincoln is meant to be.

What about my wife?

Because by your logic, you're saying that bad things like my wife's death are

meant to be.

But you wouldn't use the time machine to save her either?

You are saying that.

So, your sister is supposed to live. My wife is supposed to die. Is that it?

It's not fair.

You just lost your sister.

And you're going to sit next to Robert Lincoln and let him lose his father?

I've never seen nothing like it.

Where'd you get these?

We're Prussian. We make good guns.

Seek Semper Tyrannis.

The South shall be free.

Use this instead.

It's ugly.

It fires 17 bullets. You won't need the knife.

I like the knife.

Just take it. The Derringer is more dramatic.

Now, I appreciate the weaponry you provided us, sir.

But I have staked my fortune and fame on this spectacle.

And I will see it through as I imagined it.

Mr. Robert Todd Lincoln, downstairs for Miss Shakespeare.

I'll be down in a minute.

Now, please, you'll save Secretary of State Seward, and you'll save Vice

President Johnson?

Yeah, we got it.

Lucy, just think about who you save.

Some other people would when you found out that he was not the inheritor of

that fortune.

Not the heir of the fortune?

No.

People bark at the wrong tree about the old man's property.

Which he left to you.

Well, no.

He's always late.

I wish I could be sure of that, for I have been

cruelly disappointed in that particular.

Yes. And we are old friends, Mr. Trinidad.

President Beagle.

Ms. Shakespeare, allow me to introduce my mother, Mary, and my father, the

president. Father, please meet Julia Shakespeare.

Shakespeare, how do you do?

It's a great pleasure to meet you.

So, all I gotta do is save the Vice President of the United States.

Sure, no probs.

Relax. When the Sazerac guy shows his face, just point him out to the Vice

President's bodyguards. They'll do the rest. The gun's just in case.

What if I freeze?

You won't.

I, um... I grew up on the west side of Chicago, and there was a...

There's this kid, Rich Tannen, who used to come after me.

But I wouldn't fight.

There's no flight either. I just stood there as biological.

And he just beat the crap out of me.

Rufus, I don't know you that well.

But in the last two days, you helped us break out of jail.

You held a knife to a Nazi's throat.

And you pulled a bullet out of my gut without puking.

You won't freeze.

I'm scared.

I wouldn't go into battle with you if you weren't.

A woman of my age?

Be you a woman of your age.

Are you all right? I'm just a little nervous.

Would you like some water?

No.

Here, allow me. Oh, no, no.

I'll get it.

Good.

General Grant, please forgive me. Are you all right? It's fine. I'm quite all

right, yes.

Excuse me.

The tall guy who gave you the gun, where is he?

Why do I always get the big guys?

What's going on?

Mr. Secretary?

Hey, Mr. Booth.

Life's been asking when we're gonna be seeing you on stage again.

Soon.

My friend's drunk.

Unhand me!

Grant's gonna be in there, too.

You're gonna need more than one bullet. Take it! I set this course nigh on four

years ago, and do not now submit my destiny for your approval, nor me!

Some other gals and their mothers would go away when they found that out, but

you value fortune, Miss Justin.

My love.

Robert, then.

Yes? You crave affection. You do not want affection.

I'm spilling over with affection, which I am ready to pour over you like

applesauce over... Miss Shakespeare.

Mr. Tentred.

The children of the left, which will address like my daughter, and in a few

seconds. Not such a bad play.

It's really not what I remember.

It ain't Sergeant Denzel Washington.

Excuse me.

You should be sneaking around the vice president's hotel with this.

Hey, boys, look who I found.

Listen to me, Nicholas.

I just need to talk to his bodyguards. I'm not trying to hurt the vice

president. I'm trying to save him. Oh, you are, huh? From what? There is a man

in here who is going to kill him.

Yo, boys, hear that?

The fake sergeant said he fixed him to stop a man from killing the vice

president. Excuse me.

I wouldn't do that!

Want a drink,

Sergeant?

I'm not a soldier.

You are my brother.

Don't know the manners of good society, eh?

Well, I guess I know enough to turn you inside out, old gal, you sock-dologizing

old man-trap.

Think of all I've thrown away today in hard cash. I am apt to call myself

some awful hard names.

400,000...

The tall man who shot Lincoln.

I saw him earlier with John Wilkes Booth whispering about something.

I'd look for Booth.

Excuse me, officer.

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

Johnson? Alive.

Hey.

Seward's okay.

What about... Grant's safe.

But Lincoln... Is the president safe?

He's gone.

I am so sorry. Thank you for saving General Grant.

The whole country thanks you.

I wish I could have saved your father.

There was nothing you could have done.

I have to go.

Robert.

Listen, don't go south.

You find your family, and you head up north.

It's gonna be all right.

All right?

The man helped us.

Freed us, and they killed him for it.

It'll never get better.

It does.

I promise you.

It's not gonna be easy, but... it does get better.

Flynn's back in a prison.

Let's go home.

I decided I was going to let it happen.

But then I called out to Mornin.

It was too late.

It's one thing to talk about history like this.

Abstract thing.

But when the man gets shot right in front of you...

Who shot Lincoln?

President Abraham Lincoln was assassinated by a tall unknown gunman

using an unknown gun on April 14, 1865.

But it's all changed.

The gunman used to be John Wilkes Booth.

Now it's Garcia Flynn.

Well, the assassination was planned by John Wilkes Booth as part of a larger

conspiracy. Booth was hunted down and killed. The mysterious gunman also

attempted to shoot General Grant. He was saved by an obscure actress named

Juliette Shakesman, never seen again.

Though there is a high school in Point Pleasant, Ohio named after her.

Well, what's it say about me? I saved Vice President Johnson.

Nope says he did like I did was get shot. Well besides the fact that you let

Flynn go It's good work, but history changed That's not how it's supposed to

be. It's close enough. Is it?

What if something changed somewhere because of what we did maybe someone

else lost their sister Flynn didn't destroy America or the world Take the

win

Your father, Henry Wallace, your mother, Carol Preston. Two children. You, Lucy,

in 1983, and according to you, your sister was born in 1990.

So how did the Hindenburg change it?

Well, to get straight to the point, Henry never married Carol.

You're saying my father never married my mother?

As far as I can tell, they never even met.

Instead, Henry married the granddaughter of Irene Doner, a girl who should have

died in the Hindenburg, but didn't. That explains why my mother doesn't have lung

cancer. Dad got her smoking, but since they never married, she never smoked. No

cancer. It also explains why Amy was never born.

Right, because my parents never met.

But they're still my parents.

Keep going.

So, wait a minute.

How was I born?

You're almost there.

Yeah.

You got it.

Carol's my mother, but Henry's my father and never was.

My mother's been lying to me my whole life.

I'm not recording them anymore.

I don't care who Rittenhouse is. Lucy and Wyatt trust me, and I am not spying

on them.

Rufus, who took you out of West Chicago and sent you to MIT?

He bought your mother a house and a car.

Oh, yes, that's right.

Brought you on to one of the most important scientific projects of all

time. And I am grateful for all of that. Well, gratitude doesn't repay your debt.

Those recordings do.

Doctor Who did this sucks.

He wasn't a doctor.

I'll get you stitched up. We'll have you home by tonight.

Who should we call to pick you up?

I'll call a cab.

Hold on.

Well, you're late to your own engagement party.

My engagement party.

The way you ran out yesterday, and now this, and I'm not supposed to worry.

I'm sorry.

It's just been a little hectic.

I see.

So, did you help out your friend, Amy?

I'm still working on it.

Well, please go freshen up.

Find your engagement ring.

Mom.

I need to talk to you about something.

About dad.

What are you not telling me? Are you serious right now?

You bring this up on today of all days.

I need a drink.

Is that beautiful?

Just you.