All language subtitles for TIMELESS - S01 E14 - The Lost Generation (720p AMZN WebRip)

Previously on Timeless...

I know what you're
really meant to be, Lucy,

Just ask them why they really
chose you for this mission.

Car trouble?
You're with Rittenhouse.

If you keep playing your part,

it helps us protect everyone.

You, your family.

You and Anthony Bruhl were
the first ones they ever sent

to travel through time.

Rittenhouse happened.

You faked your own death,
and hid in the past.

I know things that
Anthony doesn't know.

You remember how to pilot it?

It's like riding a bike, right?

But if the Mothership falls
into Rittenhouse's hands...

It's too dangerous.

Flynn.

Most likely he discovered
he was trying to...

Do the right thing.

I want you to help me steal
the time machine to save Jess.

He brought it back, okay?
No harm, right?

Tell me about Jessica.
Jessica is still dead.

She's alive. Guys, please!

That's my father.

I'm glad you know
about Rittenhouse.

What you are a
part of is inhuman.

Well, I've got news for you, my dear.
You're a part of it, too.

If it's any consolation,

you're taking this
much better than I did.

I was 17 when my father
told me about Rittenhouse.

I mean, how do you handle
a responsibility like that?

Took me a long,
long time to come to grips with it.

My father, your grandfather...

Ethan Cahill, he's still alive.

You'll meet him soon.

He ran away when he was told.

It's all right.

You'll come around
like we all did.

Because it's who you are, Lucy.

It's your legacy.

You know, not a day goes by
that I don't think of you.

Would you please stop pretending
that you actually care about me?

My entire life,
not one phone call,

and all of a sudden,
you're Dad of the Year?

Look, I get it. Your life is...

Is crazy and getting crazier.

You're engaged to some
doctor you don't know.

You don't even have your sister to talk
to, and now I come along.

I am so...

So sorry about Amy.

You do not get to say her name!

I know what you are!

What do you know about Rittenhouse,
besides what Flynn has told you?

I went to 1780,
and I met David Rittenhouse myself.

He had these dark
theories that...

You don't think we've
evolved since then?

We don't use leeches
anymore, either.

When you're inside,
you'll see the good we do.

I will stop you.

I will never be a part of this.
Do you hear me?

I said the same thing.

So did my father.

Rittenhouse...
Rittenhouse isn't a choice.

It's blood.

Yours, mine.

And your kids' someday.

When you're ready to come
home, I'll be here, Lucy.

With open arms.

Two lefts from headquarters,
30 minutes on the freeway,

and four gravel roundabouts.

That should put us somewhere
in the National Park.

Smart place for a black site.

You stole a time machine, Wyatt.

We can't exactly throw
you in the county jail.

Hey, you think you could, uh...

Slip me a snorkel before
the waterboarding starts?

I am seriously pissed at you,

but I put in a
call to Sam Dwyer.

He's a JAG defense
lawyer, a good one.

I don't want a defense.

I deserve this.

Good luck.

He said something to upset
you, didn't he?

This is why I didn't
want you to see him.

It's not anything like that.
I just...

I just want to know
more about him.

He was opinionated
and he was stubborn.

And I see a lot of him in
you, actually.

What about his family?
I met his parents once.

From D.C.

His father was an aide in the White
House, I remember that.

Hmm.

All right, you want to know the
best thing about Benjamin Cahill?

He gave me you.

Whoa. Scary Rittenhouse
dude is your father?

You shouldn't have
talked to him.

I had to see him
with my own eyes.

You put yourself
in serious danger.

The guy who's been terrorizing
me, that's your dad?

My biological father.

How about you do me a favor? The next
time you and your dad are on a barbecue,

you tell him it'd be super great
if he didn't kill my family.

Okay, his name's Benjamin Cahill.
Squeaky clean record.

He's a pediatric surgeon at
UCSF, for God's sake.

Okay, that is so creepy.

Lucy, I'm sorry.
I can't imagine.

How are you doing?
How do you think I'm doing?

Look, we'll figure this all
out, somehow.

Okay,
I'm afraid we don't have time.

Flynn jumped. May 21st, 1927.

Paris? What's Paris?

That's the day that Charles
Lindbergh landed in Paris,

the first Transatlantic solo flight.
But I cannot do this, not now.

Okay, where's Wyatt?
I mean, we're not doing this without him.

After his little stunt, there's
zero chance he's going on this trip.

My hands are tied.

You can either jump
into that Lifeboat,

or you can sit back and
watch Flynn torch history.

Maybe we let Flynn
torch history.

Lucy... No, I'm serious.

Okay. We know that
Rittenhouse is terrible.

We know that they want to take the
Mothership back, and destroy everything.

So, what if we let
Flynn take them out?

I mean, that's a good
thing, right?

Lucy, I'm gonna go.

What? Why?

I mean, after everything that Rittenhouse
said they're gonna do to your family?

Yes. They wildly and
extravagantly suck.

And I want them gone.
But Flynn is going to hurt people.

He is going to kill people,
change history, you know that.

And if we don't stop him...

Then that's on us.

I'll go alone if I have to.

Uh... I'm in.

Okay.

Well, actually,
you two won't be going alone.

Lucy Preston, Rufus Carlin.

This is Master Sergeant
David Baumgardner.

Bam-Bam.
Uh, Wyatt mentioned you before.

"Dave" is fine.

We've had him on standby
since the Alamo mission.

I thought Agent Christopher
was yanking my chain

when she said "time travel,"

but, holy crap.

I know how you feel.

He's been thoroughly briefed,
but show him the ropes.

You're the varsity squad now.

That is not comforting.

Look. I get how you must feel.
Wyatt's one of the best.

Just do me a favor,
no cowboy stuff, okay?

Unless there's cowboys, or something.
Then, uh...

Do cowboy stuff.

Ma'am?

"Lucy" is fine.

Well, you're in charge, Lucy.

That's right.

It's a common misconception,
but it's not true.

Then why do they say short
people have a Napoleon complex?

Well, that's just the thing.
Napoleon wasn't short. He was 5'7".

That's above average for his era.
He just...

He surrounded himself
with tall men,

and that just made
him look short.

It's all relative.

How you know that?
Because I met him.

What, you think the Wild
West was my first trip?

Okay, seriously,
what's the deal with this little diary?

Not worth getting into it right
now, believe me.

You ready yet?

Do you hear that?

Yep.

You sure you're not gonna
kill him with that thing?

Oh, he's flying in slow and low.

This thing can cripple a rudder
from twice this distance.

He'll be fine.
He just needs to land early, that's all.

Thought you said
he's gonna be fine.

It's all relative.

Congratulations, Lieutenant Lindbergh.
And welcome to Paris.

Thought you said the
ride would be bumpy.

Nothing?
You're not nauseous at all?

Not even teacup-ride-at-Disneyland
type queasy?

Lindbergh is set to touch down any minute.
There's about 100,000 people

waiting for him to
land just west of here.

Flying, what, 3,500 miles in a crappy
single-seater? Guy's like Indiana Jones.

He was. Just a nice boy from St.
Louis

who becomes the most
famous man in the world.

About a decade from now,
he becomes a Nazi sympathizer.

Paranoid and anti-Semitic.
Hitler awards him a medal.

Boy,
that story took a dark turn.

See there?

Tire marks.

This thing didn't
crash, it landed.

That plane took a direct
hit to the back rudder.

So, Lindbergh's alive?
I don't know.

But he didn't burn up in the
crash, that's for sure.

Flynn kidnapped him, maybe.

Where do you think Flynn
shot him down from?

Best guess,
tripod-mounted Milan at 400 yards.

And judging by the
debris, over there.

Not too far.

Yeah, they were right here.

You really think there's a
chance Lindbergh is still alive?

I'm a reporter for the Toronto Star.
Name's Hemingway.

Ernest Hemingway?
You read my book?

Oh, my God.
I've, I've read all of them.

I mean, all of the
words in your one book.

But maybe you will write more.

I doubt it. But still, tell me you
love whiskey, and I'll marry you.

I... Hey, found this.

Think one of our
guys was smoking it.

That's Havana tobacco.

Only one district in Paris
sells a cigarette like that.

God knows,
I smoke enough of 'em.

Give me the scoop,
and I'll take you. Hmm?

♪ Honey, I've been blue

♪ Sad and lonely too

♪ I can't help
bleeding All the time

♪ What else can I do...

Cheers.

Bad news is,
this is the only place that's open.

The good news,
it's the only place that matters.

♪ By the window

♪ Cryin' to the moon

♪ For I want to love you...

If there's anyone who can help us
find the folks you're looking for,

Josie can.

Josephine Baker?

My mom had a record cover of her that
got me through some lonely nights.

That's some antique
porn, my friend.

I prefer the term "vintage".

Who's Josephine Baker?

Seriously?

Uh... Well, she's the biggest
entertainer in the country at the moment.

I mean, think Beyonce in 1927.
She basically owns Paris.

And she became an undercover spy

for the Allies in World War II.

I mean, she's just...
She's remarkable.

♪ Lonesome Lovesick Blues

Come on. I'll introduce you.

Okay.

Who the hell are all these people?
I thought you'd tell me.

They say they're in charge now.
Who said that?

Matter is, they've been checked and
double-checked and triple-checked.

Now, all of these people...

Who authorized all these people?

I did. Everything's under
control, Agent Christopher.

Is it? And you are?

I'll leave you two to get acquainted.
More later, obviously.

Jake Neville, NSA.
Here's my badge.

And my Homeland
Security clearance.

And a letter from Deputy
Secretary Ledgett.

This project's command was taken
over by the National Security Agency

at 0900 hours.

My team and I are just
getting up to speed.

So, NSA's taking point and
no one bothered to tell me?

After Logan went
on his joy ride,

a decision was made to get
fresh eyes on the project.

And the buck stops with
me, so it seems.

Look, between you and me?

It wasn't your fault.
You're getting a raw deal.

Still, I think Homeland Security
is waiting to reassign you.

Sorry.
Escort's just NSA protocol.

Thank you for your service.

Best of luck, Agent Neville.

Oh, I forgot.

Denise, set your badge to
the facility on the table.

Nope, never seen them.

Lindy and me, we're both from St.
Louis,

so if there's any chance he
survived, I wanna help.

Thank you. Mmm-hmm.

Uh, I'm from the Midwest as
well, Chicago.

Just saying,
practically neighbors.

Mmm. Windy City.

So, tell me, Chicago,
how hard do you blow?

Super hard.

Well, see?
I told you Josie would help.

If I had a nickel for every time
I hit on this woman, I'd have...

$1.50.

Sounds about right.

Take these photos, we'll ask our
friends if they've seen them. Hmm?

Um... Do me a favor and don't
tell Jiya about any of this?

Mmm-hmm.

His shoulder's dislocated.

I need him focused.
We need to find something for his pain.

I don't think Vicodin's
been invented yet.

Well, people are
getting drunk someplace.

Improvise. Get me some absinthe.

Where are you going?

The Dingo Bar. That place is gonna
be crawling with famous people.

You think I'm gonna miss
a chance to meet Picasso?

Sorry. Nothing yet.

What're you goggling at?

Picasso, sitting there with
Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald.

Don't be too awestruck.
Picasso's all hands.

Really? You know,
Ernest calls them "The Lost Generation."

But I think he stole
that from Gertrude.

"Lost Generation." I get it.

Oh? How so?

They've all seen
too much violence.

Aimless.

Confused. Don't know what's right or
wrong, good or bad.

Sounds like you're not
just talking about them.

I'm a...

Uh...

I was a teacher.

Hmm. Um, a good one.

I loved the research. The facts.

I love facts. They're solid.
You can trust them.

You know,
your personal life might be a mess,

but you always have the facts.

It's like...
Standing on concrete.

But then you realize that
you're standing in quicksand.

And nothing's true.

You know, you're wrong about one thing.
What's that?

When Ernest calls them
"The Lost Generation,"

he doesn't mean aimless.

He means battered, broke down.

But getting ready
to stand back up.

There's a difference.

I like that.

I like you.

Thank you.

I never meant for you to
get pulled off your detail.

I'm sorry.

The hours sucked.

Yeah, but changing horses
midstream, that's risky.

Wait, so, this Neville guy just
shows up with how many people?

A dozen. Maybe more.

On a top-secret
project like this?

How do you get that much
clearance for that many people?

Overnight?

In Delta, we once ran a two-month
op in the Ghazni province,

where the village chiefs
were itching for a fight.

But we showed up as an
international peacekeeping force.

Painted the schools,
built the wells, all that stuff.

By the time the Afghans realized
that we controlled their village,

there was nothing they
could do about it.

Takeovers don't
have to be hostile.

No.

No, I don't think you got canned
because of my little joyride.

This thing feels organized,
it feels coordinated.

They had to have been
planning this thing for weeks.

This is a coup.

What the hell are you doing?
Sit down. Have a drink.

You're supposed to be
helping us find Lindbergh.

I'm devising a plan.
Step one, lubrication.

So, my friend, Claudette,
was working the corner

of Rue Emile and Avenue
Du Nord earlier today

when she saw the man you're looking
for walk into a shabby, old chateau.

See? You're welcome.

Hey.

The bar.

Emma.

I saw them...

Get down!

- Get down! Now!
- Oh, my God.

What's that?

It's a 1927 Colt .38.

Where's your modern gun,
like whatever Wyatt uses?

I was told not to bring anything
back from 2017. Those are the rules!

But you're supposed
to ignore that rule!

Now you tell me.

Go, run!

I think you got one!

Dave? Dave.

Rufus, do something!

Dave...

No.

We can't just leave him there.

We can't go back.

He's right.

Best case, you'll spend all night in
a police station, answering questions.

Worst case, they try and pin it
on the two American strangers.

How is that gonna
find Lindbergh?

- It's my fault.
- It's not your fault.

It's Flynn's.

How are we gonna
find Lindbergh now?

You know...

This is the part where Wyatt
would say something annoying,

but he'd be right,

and, uh, pull it all together.

Yeah, well,

we don't have a Wyatt, we don't have
a Dave, and we don't have a soldier!

You need...
Uh, you need a soldier, you say?

You've come to the right place.

He is the bravest man I know.

And the drunkest. No.
Absolutely not. No.

You may not know this,
but I fought in the Great War.

You were an ambulance driver.
I took shrapnel.

You have had too much to drink.
No. Absolutely not.

I'm gonna make this easy on you.

I'm not taking no for an answer.

We have an address.
What are we waiting for?

I smell adventure.

You sure this is
the right place?

See any other old
chateaus anywhere?

Maybe Josephine's friend was wrong.
Yeah.

Josie's friend is a prostitute.
A good one.

And if I know anything about
prostitutes, and believe me, I do,

they never forget a face.

If she says they were
here, they were here.

Hmm. I didn't know that.

What is it?
I am going to be ill.

Perhaps somebody
could lead me outside.

Rufus would like to...
Do you wanna do it?

No, I think...
You're a big literary fan.

No, Rufus...

Rufus is gonna take you outside.
Okay, okay.

So, the machine
lands right there?

It's remarkable.

Must say it's rather jarring
seeing you here so openly.

And Lucy's in Paris now?

Well, 90 years ago, but yes.

Huh.

Would you tell me now?

Why the fixation
on Lucy Preston?

She's my daughter.

Lucy?

Lucy!

Let go! Tell him to let me go!

Let her go.
She's not a prisoner.

His name is David
Baumgardner, by the way.

I'm sorry, I don't know
who you're talking about.

The soldier that he
killed, my guy.

I thought your guy was Wyatt.

You knew, didn't you?

That's why, at the Hindenburg,

you told me to ask
them about Rittenhouse

and ask them why they chose me.

If you knew who my real father was all
along, why didn't you just tell me?

You needed to see with
your own eyes who they are,

and why you're gonna fight them.

That's right, because everybody
knows my future except me.

Where's Lindbergh?
He's right in there.

You know, according to your
journal, he's Rittenhouse.

In a decade,
he becomes a monumental ass.

Spews his hate across America.

The way you feel
about Rittenhouse now,

can't tell me it wouldn't be at least
a little bit satisfying taking him out.

You can't just kill Charles Lindbergh.
It's not right.

Look, I will go in there,
I will talk to him,

and I will convince him
to leave Rittenhouse

and not become the monster
he's supposed to become.

And you think he's gonna just,
what, give up all that fame?

The power? The legacy? Yes.

I would. Okay.

I'll take that bet.
It'll be entertaining if nothing else.

You convince him there's a better
way, and I'll spare him.

What does that
lunatic want with us?

He knows that you're
part of Rittenhouse.

Ritten-what? It's okay.

I'm Rittenhouse, too.

Part of the...
The Cahill family.

Pure blood family.
Very well respected.

Apparently,
it goes back generations.

My father, he, uh, just told
me, he said that, uh...

That it's your legacy?

Here, let me help you.

Let's see...
Let's see what this will do, okay?

My father, he's a,
uh, a Congressman.

When he told me what
we really are...

It's, uh...

It's hard to take in, you know?

Yeah, I know.

Thank you. You're welcome.

He says that I'm supposed
to be their golden flyboy.

And then...

They want me to
say terrible things

about all sorts of people.

Why?
Dad says it's a distraction.

He says that when you
create a scapegoat,

no one can know who's
really in control.

You don't have to do
that, you know.

What am I supposed to do?

A couple of years ago, I, um...

I got offered this professor
job at a small college in Ohio.

It was my dream job.

When I told my mother about it,

she said, "You can't leave Stanford.
You can't leave me."

But my sister, Amy,
she told me to go for it.

She was always...

Encouraging me to
stand up to my mother.

So, what did you do?

My mother would've been devastated if
I wasn't following in her footsteps.

When I got off the phone, after I
turned down the job, I looked, and...

There was Amy.

My little sister,
disappointed in me.

God.

She was really the only person I
could talk to about this stuff.

I know exactly what she would
say to both of us right now.

What's that?

Nobody gets to decide
our futures except us.

Nothing in the whole house.

Little medicine, friend?
Are you kidding me?

Your drinking is what
got us into this mess.

Oh, stop sounding like a woman.

Do you have any idea
what I've been through?

In the last two days,
I've had to ID a mentor,

see a friend of mine
hauled off to jail,

watch a new teammate get
killed in an alley...

All the while,
Lucy has disappeared,

probably kidnapped.

I'm all alone.

And I have no idea what to do.

You ever been in a war, Rufus?

I've lost more friends in war
than you'll make your entire life.

It almost broke me,
you wanna know the truth.

Right now,

there are millions of people
buried in the catacombs below us.

Death is everywhere.

Please.

So, what are my choices?
Give up?

Curl into a ball and die?
Or live?

And drink and fight...

And screw on behalf
of those who can't.

So, you can either stand
there like a corpse,

or you can be a man and fight!

First of all,

you're a world-class
jerk, Hemingway.

Second,

I've fought the Germans,

the Shawnee, French,

British, cowboys, killers,
people you couldn't even imagine.

And, no, I may not have
fought in the Great War,

which, by the way,
sounds like the most pointless war

in the history of wars,
but I have fought!

That's the spirit! Yes.

That is a disappointment.

"Catacombs."

You said there were
catacombs below us.

Yeah, so?

So, so, what if Flynn's not
in one of the buildings?

What if he's underneath them?

Yeah, it's nice to think
about, but family is family.

Blood is blood.

I can't even imagine
what my father would say.

Does your father care about
what you want, Charles?

'Cause I know mine doesn't.

What do you want?

To get married. Mmm-hmm.

Buy a small farm, a few kids.

Just a simple life.

Do it.

The whole world thinks that
you died in that crash.

Including your parents. Maybe.

Or maybe there are people out
there right now looking for me.

What do you mean?

My dad said once I landed,

that I was supposed
to call Mr. Charvet...

And Rittenhouse would
handle the rest.

Who's Charvet? Julian Charvet.

Owner of one of the largest
car companies in Europe.

And apparently,
a big player in Rittenhouse.

Smart, using her.

Well, sneaky as hell, but smart.

Keep listening.
Maybe you'll hear something else.

I'll be back.

You don't have to make that
call, Charles.

You can decide your future.
You can choose the life that you want.

This doesn't have to be
either of our futures.

So, you've seen this limo in
Mason Industries, so what?

Because I realized
I've seen it before.

And the Rittenhouse
guy who owns it,

he's the one Mason's
been meeting in secret.

This is the creep that's
been threatening Rufus? Yeah.

That means Rittenhouse is in
control of Mason Industries.

Mmm-hmm. And the Lifeboat.

And Lucy and Rufus.
And there's something else.

That guy is Lucy's
biological father.

What?

Does she know?
She just found out.

Wyatt, these sons of bitches are
getting more and more brazen.

We have to do something.

Well, there's nothing I
can do about it in here.

This is the confession they
want me to get you to sign.

You could sign it, and vanish down
some black hole for a couple years,

or you could fight this.

Just think about
what Lucy and Rufus

are coming back to before
you make your decision.

Think about what,
how I let them down?

How I let Jessica down?
I know you feel...

No, you don't.

Because either Flynn was lying
to me about who killed my wife,

or he wasn't,
and fate wanted her dead anyway.

Wrap your head around
that for a minute...

That the universe, or God...

Wanted the one person that
I love most in this world...

To be dead.

Maybe the universe is saying there's
something else you have to do first.

Maybe you're not
meant to be here.

Maybe you're meant to
be helping your friends.

How do I do that now?

I don't know.

I will let them know you won't
be signing the confession.

I have so many questions.
We have a lot to talk about.

Do you know where we're going?

Oh, God, no.

People get lost and die
down here all the time.

Encouraging.

Yeah, well,
it's one way to pass the time...

Okay, this will be a lot easier
if they don't hear us coming.

Sorry. It's dark.

Lucy, can you hear me?

Are you down here?

Lucy?

Lucy?

Lucy?

Lucy? Lucy?

Lucy?

Surprise, you son of a bitch.

Hemingway hook.

Told you it would work. Come on.

Yeah, just...

Lucy. Oh, my God. Rufus.

How did you find me?
Where, where's Flynn?

Who knows. Uh, not here.

This is Charles Lindbergh.
Charles.

Let's get out of here
before Flynn gets back.

Emma.

Been a long time.
Good to see you again.

You, too, Rufus.

Either you're coming with us,

or you're letting us pass.

Be careful.

Flynn's not too good at
taking care of his pilots.

Here goes nothing.

Charles, Josephine here is gonna
help you find the life that you want.

I suppose I know some people.

Some place in
Bordeaux sounds nice.

You realize you don't
get your story after all?

Gotta keep the whole
thing a secret.

Yeah, what the hell.

Did it for the fun of
it, anyway.

We should get started, then.

Rufus, remember.

You're not dead yet. So...

"Drink and fight and screw
for everyone who can't."

Got it.

Um...

Can you do me a favor and not
mention this to Jiya, either, please?

Uh-huh.

Hello?

I'm sorry in advance for the
headache you're gonna have.

Oh, no.

What happened?

We changed history too much.

Where's Agent Christopher?

Agent Christopher's
been reassigned.

Lucy, Rufus, I'm Agent
Neville, her replacement.

I've been studying up on you two.
Welcome back.

Where's Baumgardner?

Were there any other casualties?
No.

I don't think so.
You don't think so, or no?

No.

Approximately how many people
did you interact with in 1927?

I would say about 15...

To 17.

Right? I'm asking you, not him.

Mmm-hmm. Uh...

That's my answer.

You're free to go.

Were we not free to go
before you said that?

We'll call you when there
are more developments.

Did nothing change?

Hey. Oh. Hey, Mom.

I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to wake you.

I just had to borrow a book, or 10.
I see.

What's got you reading
about Charles Lindbergh?

He still became a
world-class A-hole.

Isolationist, anti-Semitic,
the whole nine.

You say that like it's news.

I just don't get it.

I mean, he gets injured
in a crash landing,

and then disappears
for a few weeks,

only to re-emerge to claim credit
for the first Transatlantic flight.

Why? He was an ambitious man.

I mean,
his father was a Congressman.

Maybe the love of the
spotlight got passed down.

And he had money,
adoration, power.

How do you walk away
from a family like that?

I just thought he'd
make a different choice.

I'm... I'm sorry, Mom.
I have to go. I...

Lucy, hold on.

I know meeting your
father has thrown you,

and I get it that you don't
want to talk to me about it,

but what do we do in our family
when we go through tough times,

when we need to
collect our thoughts?

We write them down.

We write them down.

It's a journal.

Hey. You okay?

Boy, we really could've used you.
We tried...

You didn't have a choice.

I knew you'd make
it out of there.

Don't worry, I swept for bugs.
The place is clean for now.

Lucy, I heard about your father.
I'm so sorry.

But you know that dick's got
nothing to do with you, right?

Okay, guys.
I'm afraid it gets worse.

The agents in control
of Mason Industries...

They're Rittenhouse. What?

- Jiya's there right now.
- Maybe that's a good thing.

Somebody working with
us on the inside.

"A good thing?" This is
Rittenhouse we're talking about!

They could kill her!
Guys, it's okay.

So, what, Rufus and I,
we're just supposed to go to work

like nothing's happening... Yes.

Yeah, it's gonna be okay.

How can you be so
calm right now?

Because I've been through a
lot in the last couple of days.

And I fought it for a long time.

You can call it fate,

or God, or the Force.

But I am meant to do something.

I am meant to protect
the both of you.

I see that now.

And I will.

You realize you sound like a crazy
person, right? Mmm-hmm.

I sound like you. Exactly.

But seriously...

What are we gonna do
about Rittenhouse?

We fight.

Mmm-hmm.

How?