All language subtitles for TIMELESS - S01 E02 - The Assassination of Abraham Lincoln (720p AMZN WebRip)

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

He was a wrestler, for one.

Three hundred 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.

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

Soon.

- You crave affection. You do.
- Now, 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. Trenchard,

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 sockdologizing old man-trap.

Sic semper tyrannis!

The South shall be free!

Who was that on the phone?

I have to go.

Now? Where?

Something came up at work.

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?

Mmm-hmm.

Come here.

I really am glad to see you.

Okay.

Don't...
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?
What...

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. Yeah, okay.

Wait, what's April 14, 1865?

The assassination
of Abraham Lincoln.

Hey, uh, 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?

Come on. Here. Yeah, okay.

This is crazy.

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 do 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 worried than I am

that I am not a real soldier.

Where did these
getups even come from?

Civil War re-enactors club.

No wonder they smell like
sweat and loneliness.

- Okay, uh... whoa, whoa!
- Sorry.

Just sit.

Where's it.

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.

Prepare for launch sequence.

Life support systems
currently online.

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.

Praise to Lincoln!

Mr. Booth.

I'm quite the admirer of yours.

Oh?

What production
did you see me in?

Richard III?
Oh, I'm not talking about a play.

I know what you're about to do.

I think I can help.

Yah!

Check out that swagger.

The 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 Wilkes Booth's going to be,

so we start there.

Best guess,
he takes us to Flynn.

So Booth walks into Ford's Theatre
at exactly 10:00 a.m., huh?

Mmm-hmm. 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 tonight?

No, he's an actor.

He knew Ford's Theatre
like the back of his hand,

used it as his mailing address,

picks up his mail at
exactly 10:00 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?

If you find Booth or
Flynn, come get us fast.

Let's go.

Right this way.

Hello.

Any of your books tell you
where the mailboxes were?

No. Let's split up.

Okay. Okay.

You want... No, I got it.

Okay.

You all right there, Sergeant?

- Uh, yes, I am.
- A sergeant.

And just fine.

What's your name?

Um, Denzel... Washington.

I'm Nicholas.
Whereabouts you from?

Chicago. Oh.

You was free when you signed up.

You got kin or young
folk still in bondage?

No, my...
my family was all born free.

So you...
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.

We need you to write
something for the newspaper.

You go ahead and start with mine.
I... I can't write that.

The Colored Tennessean
prints them free.

Uh, 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 Selia, Sarah,
Elizabeth, and Adam Lee.

My wife's Anne,

and the last I seen
her was in a sale pen

of a human trader named Robert
Clark, Atlanta.

Oh, pardon me, miss.

I'm General Grant's aide.

You're Robert Todd Lincoln.

Have we met?

No.

I... I admire your father.

Pleased to meet you, Miss...

Juliet Shakes... man.

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
with 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 is 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 gonna do
once you find your family?

I'm gonna work me a piece
of my old master's land.

You think the man who owned you
is just gonna give you his land?

No, I think President
Lincoln's gonna make him.

It's all smooth sailing
from here on out.

What's that supposed to mean?
Uh, I'm sorry. Nothing.

I didn't... ahem.
I didn't mean anything.

What regiment you in?

Uh, the 4th. Colored.

Hmm. Infantry.

"4th Colored." Yeah, I
never, uh, never heard of it.

Whereabouts y'all fight?

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

You pretending to be a
solider, huh?

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

Look like some big hero?
Yeah, go on, you lying rat!

Miss Shakesman?
It has been a pleasure.

I'll see they get it right away.
Please do, yes.

John Wilkes Booth.

Robert Lincoln.

I... 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
Miss Shakesman.

John Booth. She's an actress.

- Really?
- Hmm.

Where do you perform?

I'm new to the profession.

And very humble.

Miss Shakesman,
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.

So we're 1,000% sure we
can't just shoot this asshat,

save Lincoln here and now?

Believe me, I want to.

It might change things too much.

Like 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 gonna be a
disaster for them,

not to mention my
great-great-grandparents.

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

Look, I understand,

but we don't know the consequences.
It's too risky.

It's our job to protect history.

Yeah, rich white guys' history.

A lot of my history sucks.

Look, I know it seems crazy,

but maybe we can change
things for the better.

Psst!

This is the Herndon House,

where Booth meets
with his conspirators.

What conspirators?

Get back, get back!

When I shoot, you run. Stay low.

Don't stop for anything!
But what about you?

I'm right behind you.

Go! Go!

Ahh!

What happened? Nothing.
Come on! Go!

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

Poor digestion's all.

I thank you very much, ma'am.

Thank you.

Oh! Where the hell is
Rufus with the supplies?

You need a real doctor.

To do what? Leech me?

Get this off me. Okay.

This would take 15 minutes
to patch back home.

Here, I'm gonna die of sepsis.

You get it? Okay. Yeah.

Oh!

Rufus, you're up.

My knife's in the pocket.

You gotta sterilize
it 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...

that'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 semiautomatic 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 6:00.

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.

Go on.

Thank you, sir.

Miss Shakesman?

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. I...

We've met twice in one day.

That can't just
be a coincidence.

Do you believe in fate?

I'm at the National.

The National.

At 7:00, 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 never 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!

Lucy, one day

you are 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.

Is it unsanitary if I
throw up on you now?

Um... you went shopping?

Robert Lincoln
invited me to a play.

A play? You mean "the" play?

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

You saw Flynn.

I saw him leaving
the train station.

The point is, Grant's gonna be there
tonight, and I've gotta save him.

- How, exactly?
- I don't know.

I'll, uh,
get Grant out of the balcony

before Booth shows up...
somehow.

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 gonna save everybody but Lincoln?

Rufus... All you have to do

is open your mouth to save him.

And you're just gonna 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, then 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?

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

are meant to be.

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

Wow.

You are saying that.

So... your sister
is supposed to live,

and my wife is supposed to die.

Is that it? That's not fair.

You just lost your sister,

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

Never seen nothing like it.

Where'd you get these?

We're Prussian.
We make good guns.

Sic 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 Shakesman.

I'll be down in a minute.

Um...

Uh...

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.

You wouldn't treat him as
some other people would

when you found out
that he was not

the inheritor of that fortune.

Not the heir of the fortune?

No.

You people bark up the wrong tree
about the old man's property.

Which he left to you.

Well... no.

He's always late.

Oh?

I wish I could be sure of that,

for I have been
cruelly disappointed

in that particular.

Yes, but we are old friends...

Miss Shakesman.

Allow me to introduce my mother,
Mary, and my father, the president.

Father,
please meet Juliet Shakesman.

Miss Shakesman, how do you do?

It's a great
pleasure to meet you.

So all I got to do

is save the Vice President
of the United States.

Sure, no probs.

Relax.

This Atzerodt 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 was this kid, Rich Tannen,
who used to come after me.

But I wouldn't fight.
There was no flight either.

I just stood there.
It was biological.

Then 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? Oh, I'm just...
I'm just a little nervous.

Would you like some water?

Here, allow me.

Oh, no, no. I'll get it.

Good God! General...

General Grant, please forgive me.
Are you all right?

I'm quite all right, yes.

Ahem... Excuse me. I'm so sorry.

You seem tickled to death.

The tall guy who gave you the gun.
Where is he?

Why do I always
get the big guys?

Father! Father, hurry.

Oh, my goodness!

What's going on?

Mr. Secretary.

Hey, Mr. Booth.

Wife'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...

Actors.

Now, some other gals
and their mothers

would go away when
they found that out,

but you value fortune, Ms.
Gusty.

Robert.

- Yes.
- I...

Miss Shakesman.

Mr. Trenchard...

It's not such a bad play.

I'm offering her my
heart and my hand.

It's certainly not
what I remembered.

Well, if it ain't Sergeant
Denzel Washington.

Excuse me.

Why would you 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.

Now, boys, hear that?

The fake sergeant say he fixing to stop
a man from killing the vice president.

Excuse me.

He's gonna shoot him!

I wouldn't do that!

- Move!
- Somebody call a doctor!

Buy you a drink, Sergeant?

I'm not a soldier.
You are in my book.

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

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

you sockdologizing old man-trap.

When I think of all I've
thrown away today in hard cash,

I am apt to call myself
some awful hard names.

$400,000...

No! Mr. President!

No!

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?
Where is the President now?

What happens now?

Please tell us something!

Is the President well?

He's gone.

I am so sorry.

Thank you for saving General Grant.
Uh...

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 the present.

Let's go home.

I decided I was
gonna let it happen.

But then I called
out to warn him.

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...

I tried.

Wyatt needs a doctor!
Get a medic!

Pressurization...

Thank you. You okay?

Who shot Lincoln?

President Abraham
Lincoln was assassinated

by a tall unknown gunman
using an unknown gun

on April the 14th, 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,

but he was saved by
an obscure actress

named Juliet Shakesman.

Never seen again...

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

But what's it say about me?

I saved Vice President Johnson.

No, says he did.

All that guy 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.

Psst!

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 Doehner, 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 isn't 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?

Who bought your mother
a house and a car and...

Oh, yes, that's right...

Brought you into 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.

♪ When people run in circles

♪ It's a very, very

♪ Mad world

The doctor who did this sucks.

♪ Mad world

It 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.

Hey, congrats.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Me first. 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

and find your engagement ring.

Mom.

I need to talk to
you about something.

About Dad.

What are you not telling me?
What?

Are you serious right now?

You bring this up on
today, of all days?

I need a drink.

♪ Mad world

♪ Mad world...

Hello, beautiful.

I missed you.

♪ Mad world

Hello.