All language subtitles for X-Men.97.S01E08.720p.WEB.h264-EDITH

Previously on X-Men...

Right now, we have to be strong.

For the team.

For every mutant still out there
who's watching these images.

Why would we possibly believe a
murdering maniac like you, Trask?

He said nothing about Genosha.

He didn't say it'd
be a mutant massacre.

Who didn't?

You call him Mister Sinister.

Help us get the real bad guys.

I have nothing.

Same, sugar.

Rogue, what have you done?

That maniac killed Remy and...

Terminate mutants.

What in the name of all heaven?

Mutant neutralized.

Trask got it wrong.

Sinister's working for
someone else. Someone worse.

And if you X-Men don't stop him,

there won't be much of a
future worth living in.

The villains of old
have been failing

since '92 to squash these pests.

You were one of
those villains once.

Yet, unlike the rest
of you, I evolved.

Have you two had
a chance to speak?

Apparently, his mutant power includes
vanishing from any room I enter.

He's stubborn.

Wonder where he got it.

Any word why Bishop's
not with him?

He told Beast they were
separated in the time stream.

Nathan...

Cable, landed in
the future alone.

I sent Nathan away to give
him the best possible future.

And it was so horrible,
he's come back to stop it.

Think of it another way.

Your son came back

because he needs his father.

I'm doing a bang-up job.

Never thought to ask the Professor to
show me how he did what he did so well.

Be a father.

Some lessons are
taught, Scott.

Others are learned.

His name is Bastion.

In my timeline, he used
the fallout from Genosha

to get backing for his
Prime Sentinel program.

But that ain't the worst part.

The Prime Sentinels are created
using the same Techno-Organic Virus.

Sinister infected me with as
a baby, rewriting their DNA.

If true,

his Prime Sentinels would be living
weapons capable of reproducing,

literally giving birth
to a new apex species

designed to replace mutants
like humans did Neanderthals.

Exactly.

Bastion's evolutionary
war lasted 300 years.

So another dystopia where
Logan's the last to die.

No. A utopia.

Like old pieces of tech,

Bastion saved humanity
by upgrading them.

Any mutant who survived
was put to work.

Xavier's dream came true.

Mutants ushered in a
bright and peaceful future

as its backbone.

Why the heck didn't
you stop Genosha?

Take a seat, Logan.

Aw, Daddy's home.

I've tried it all,
over and over.

Each time we attempt to
stop the attack on Genosha,

we are temporally pulled
away from the event.

Strange.

The mystics of Kamar-Taj
speak of absolute points.

Events that occur
across all timelines.

Cable could travel to the
very moment Genosha fell,

but time would stop him.

It was you.

You're why Madelyne
was happy when she...

She saw you.

How many times?

Enough to give up.

But a rebel in my future

got a lead on one of Bastion's
facilities in your time.

But at least now, here,
today, I can avenge her.

There are too many
question marks here.

Like who exactly is Bastion?

Details are sketchy,
but best guess,

he's some type of backup android
that Master Mold uploaded into

after you took him down.

We need to do reconnaissance.

Figure out exactly
what we're facing.

I know all I need to know.

That machine killed my mother.

We need to make sure he doesn't
do the same to anyone else.

A couple centuries late on the
overprotective dad bit, huh?

Both of you, stop it! Look.

And our empire shall
welcome a new emperor.

Professor Charles Xavier.

To the might and
glory of the Imperium.

This shocking off-world
transmission was released by the UN,

who now fear the X-Men
faked their mentor's death

to garner support for mutants.

Even more alarming are the
reports that Xavier's assassin,

Henry Gyrich, was found
murdered in Mexico City today.

It's Bastion.

It's starting.

Bastion's been playing
us from the get-go.

It's time to turn the tables and end
his twisted plans for the future.

This lying Professor Xavier may bring
an alien army to Earth's doorstep.

And who's going to suffer?

All of us.

And it's a shame,
because it gives all...

Will 10 cases of wine be adequate
for tonight's charity gala, ma'am?

Make it 15.

Checks with sloppy
signatures still cash.

I'm hosting a fundraiser
here for Genosha.

Somebody needs to
help those poor souls.

The X-Men certainly aren't.

We were trying to keep you people
from coming after the Professor again.

"You people"?

Well, thankfully, my
guests and I don't believe

that a few bad apples
spoil the whole bunch.

You know what?

This party sounds
super lame anyway.

Come on, Roberto.

You have a trust fund,
and I have good taste.

I think we both could
use some retail therapy.

You can help her, Miss Grey?

Yes.

And please, call me Jean,

Kurt.

Hmm. Madelyne preferred
her first name, too.

It was hard for her,

a telepath who could not
trust her own memories,

who fears the past as
much as the future.

I should've reached out to her.

With the psychic connection
we shared, it's as if.

Madelyne's memories are my own.

It's odd. I see her son

and I remember him
kicking inside me.

And Scott listening,

and those cravings for
oranges with cottage cheese.

Just like I remember
telling my friend Storm

that I wanted him
to be born human.

And then, I remember holding
him for the first time.

Knowing, human or mutant,

he's perfect.

But it's all a lie.

Memories are merely dim
images echoing with emotion.

Does it matter if you
heard his first cries,

if you remember how
it felt to hear them?

But he's Madelyne's blood.

I was abandoned by my mother,
Mystique, as an infant.

Despite our shared blood,

I was too blue for her.

Then I met Rogue years later.

We could've been
enemies or strangers.

Instead, unlike our mother,

we chose not to
abandon each other.

To let go of the past

and simply be family.

Blood is blood.

Family is a choice.

Cable's lead points to
a town called Harmony,

outside Pittsburgh.

I'm uploading the
coordinates for you now.

That's where you'll
find Bastion.

Make it fast, McCoy.

The villagers got their hands
on pitchforks and torches.

Huh. Bastion's very
own Dr. Mengele.

What's so funny?

I knew Mengele.

He could've been so much more.

But he settled on
being a Nazi pup.

I'm using Bastion.

Pig pens brimming with
mutant test subjects.

That's my dream.

Officials are discussing
how to take action...

Henry Gyrich's murder in a secure
location at the time of his death.

And, while no government
has claimed responsibility,

some speculate the attack
on Genosha to be...

Bastion says you haven't
spoken a word since Genosha.

Nations refusing
to allow mutants

displaced by the brutal
attack on Genosha

to return to their
home country...

I didn't know, I swear.

This, as rumors swirl
that everything...

I'm sorry,

for everything.

Forgive me, curse me.

Just please, talk to me.

You must have something to say.

Too late for cocoa

and apologies?

Didn't recognize you without your
camera and microphone, Miss Tilby.

No more yellow
journalism for me.

Though the X-Men locking up
the lead suspect behind Genosha

in their basement is
a pretty big headline.

Good doctor's been
hoisted by his own petard.

Now a cyborg variant of the
very machines he invented.

How many like him are out there?

We shall know momentarily.

This address doesn't look like
any Sentinel facility I've seen.

Jean?

This is no Sentinel facility.

This is Bastion's
childhood home.

He grew up here.

I sense another mind.

Oh. My son said you'd
come get me tomorrow.

You there, the big one.

Help an old woman up.

Please, make yourselves
at home while I pack.

Well, guess we play along.

He drew these.

Just who is this guy?

- Neanderthals were brutish creatures...
- I see a child

who could hear things.

Not thoughts. Machines.

Stop. No.

You shall be the most
powerful mutant alive.

And the boy's father,
a school janitor,

being infected by
something from the future.

Sentinel technology.

Nimrod.

Creating something new,

parts, past, present and future.

Sebastion?

Mom, will I ever be normal?

You are normal.

You're my son.

He's descended of every Sentinel,
from Master Mold to Nimrod.

Mutated, evolved, born.

You should've warned
us about Genosha.

Well, I did.

But I also said,

"Bully an underdog too long, and
people start feeling sorry for them."

Like when our village idiot,
Gyrich, made a martyr of Xavier and

tolerance,

but really, guilt.

So I hand humanity Genosha.

Overload their bandwidth,

too much to compute.

Because when your
skin's not in the game,

apathy is your answer.

Do not mistake Doom's collusion as
indifference to flagrant war crimes.

Next time, I'll send memos.

But right now, we press
on with the roll out.

Your Sentinel
program can't go wide

so long as leaders like President
Kelly see the X-Men as allies.

Noted.

And already handled.

We also request
Dr. Cooper stay with you

to ensure those memos go out.

Nifty. I'll even
throw in a tour.

Alliterative allure aside,

Genosha's not genocide.

It's time management.

In a hundred years, mutants
outnumber humans ten-to-one.

And generations later,
human extinction.

It's like the scary
ozone stuff in the news.

"Act today to save tomorrow."

Enter Operation Zero Tolerance.

Trask Sentinels.

Well, they're too blunt.

Mutants spot 'em a mile away.

We need something
deadly, but discreet.

Before today, this fellow
was your average Joe.

With all this mutant-loving,

people like Joe turned to dial-up
chat rooms to speak freely,

to connect.

Builders lay off a dozen workers

and hire one mutant with
the strength of 10 men.

What's a taxi driver
supposed to do

when a teleporter gets
you there in a blink?

The human community is scared.

Of course they are.

They've been told over and over

that the future is
leaving them behind.

But I invite them to
be relevant again.

Do these people even know
what you're doing to them?

I omit the more
technical details,

but they know they're joining
something far greater than themselves.

After this, they wake
up in their daily lives,

with no memory of
ever being here.

Then, who knows?

Maybe a mutant flirts with one of
them at a local dive bar and...

You said you were
building a new Sentinel,

not weaponizing civilians.

You sound like a dinosaur

fretting the fate of an
asteroid before impact.

I'm more concerned you're
the asteroid, Bastion.

Do you have children?

He was a hard
pregnancy, Sebastion.

Nearly lost him.

It's important to cherish
every second with your child.

They grow up so fast.

Here, let me show
you his best one.

Painted it when he was 16.

The Final Dream, he called it.

Like all good art...

it imitates life.

Jubes, we gotta
give my mom time.

This is all new to her.

While you give her time,

you're giving me
this new outfit.

Thoughts?

Actually, save 'em. Love it.

Yo, Ford. A little privacy.

Surrender, mutants.

I've recalibrated Cerebro to scan for
cyborg brain frequencies like Trask's.

Would they know
they're Sentinels?

Trask didn't. Not at first.

Oh, my stars and garters.

We must warn the team.

Don't.

You'll spoil his surprise.

He's artistic, my creator.

But you see it, too.

It takes a mutation to beat one.

Heartbreaking, realizing you're no
longer Mother Nature's favorite.

All those years telling us to
face the future, your future.

But now...

Surrender, mutants.

I gotta talk to Hank
about his taste in women.

Cable, any of those
nifty grenades of yours?

Yeah, I might need a few more.

He's turned his entire
hometown into...

Nathan, Jean, run!

Did your butler just turn
into a Sentinel zombie?

I am totally done with malls.

Meet outside.

Fancy a trip to the
junkyard, Tin Woman?

Filthy Neanderthal.

Why resist the inevitable?

Lady, I got six reasons why.

No, mein Freund.

Nine!

We must get them
away from Rogue.

Oh, man! Everyone
can fly but me.

Ugh. You, too?

I know.

I've been practicing
in the Danger Room.

I wanted to surprise you.

Still figuring out steering!

Come on, use a seat belt.

Screw it. I'm not
doing this again.

Nathan, get in the back.

Quit bossing me around.

Hank's gonna kill you.

This is the third Blackbird
in as many months.

You have a Porsche?

Watch out!

They're boxing us in.

Time's taught me anything,
when you can't go back,

plow forward.

Okay, let's show these toasters why
you don't screw with the Summers.

What?

- Roberto.
- Mom,

these killer robots
are trying to kill me.

We do not kill mutants.

We save them.

Stand down.

Oh, my God, her
son's a mutant.

Meu filho, do what the men say.

You did it.

You saved the world.

That human wretch
let Magneto out.

She's lost her mind!

Of course she did.

Still, too little, too late.

You just had to
let the dog out.

Do you understand the futility
of your bleeding heart,

of fighting the future?

You're a monster.

I was born this way.

You know,

in Genosha, I felt
a lot of things.

Pain, grief,

admiration for those who
fought, despite the odds.

But you know what
the oddest thing was?

No one seemed
shocked or surprised.

Not even me.

Yes, I was scared,

but really, I just had the
most profound sense of deja vu.

As if past, present and future
didn't matter and never had.

Because we always end up
in the same ugly place.

Thing is,

Magneto knows us better
than Charles ever did.

Knows we know better.

That most of us experience
tragedies like Genosha

as a bit of deja vu before
getting on with our day.

But the scariest thing about Genosha
wasn't the death or the chaos.

It was a thought.

The only sane
thought you can have

when being chased by giant robots
that were built to crush you.

Magneto was right.

Enough.

Magneto actually did it.

What? Saved our hides?

No. Declared war.

Where's the Professor
when you need him?

I hope that I'm not too late.

To me, my X-Men.