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

He was a wrestler,
for one.

Three hundred fights,
only lost once.

BARTENDER: 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.

(MUFFLED PLAY DIALOG)

MAN (ON STAGE):
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.

(LAUGHTER)

WOMAN (ON STAGE):
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?

(LAUGHS)
(COCKS GUN)

Well, I guess
I know enough

to turn you inside out,
old gal,

you sockdologizing
old man-trap.

(LAUGHTER)

(GUNSHOT)

(WOMEN SCREAM)
(COMMOTION)

(AUDIENCE GASPING)

Sic semper tyrannis!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS) This is crazy.

Garcia Flynn.

(SIGHS)
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.

(PA ANNOUNCEMENT
IN BACKGROUND)

(POWERING UP)

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!
LUCY: Sorry.

Just sit.

(SIGHS) 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.

MAN:
Prepare for launch sequence.

Life support systems
currently online.

(MUTTERS)

(DRAMATIC MUSICAL BUILD-UP)

(ALARM BEEPING)

We really should get
some paperweights.

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(MECHANICAL POWER-DOWN
THRUMMING)

Tell me this gets easier.

It doesn't.

(WHIRRING)

(POPPING AND WHISTLING)

What's all that?

The Civil War just ended.

They're celebrating.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

MAN: 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!

(HORSE WHINNIES)
(BACKGROUND CHATTER)

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?

LUCY: 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.
LUCY: 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.

WYATT: Hello.

(SIGHS) Any of your books tell
you where the mailboxes were?

No. Let's split up.

Okay.
Okay.

You want...
No, I got it.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

MAN: Okay.

You all right there,
Sergeant?

Uh, yes, I am.
(CLEARS THROAT) 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.
(LAUGHS)

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.

(CHUCKLES) 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. (LAUGHS)

(STUTTERS) 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.

(LAUGHS)

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.

(CLOCK TICKING)

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?

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Having President Lincoln
for a father,

what is that
like for you?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

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. (CHUCKLES)

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.

(STAMMERS) I... I saw you
on stage here last month.

Of course.
Why are you here?

ROBERT: 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.

JOHN: Really?
ROBERT: Hmm.

JOHN: Where do you perform?

I'm new
to the profession.

ROBERT: 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.

(SCOFFS)
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.

(EXHALES)

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?

(LUCY GASPS)
Get back, get back!

When I shoot, you run.
Stay low.

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

(BULLETS RICOCHETING)
I'm right behind you.

Go! Go!

Ahh!

(SCREAMS)

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.

(GRUNTS) Oh! Where the hell
is Rufus with the supplies?

You need a real doctor.

To do what?
Leech me?

(GROANING)

Get this off me.
Okay.

(GROANING)

This would take 15 minutes
to patch back home.

Here, I'm gonna die
of sepsis.

(DOOR OPENS)

You get it? Okay.
Yeah.

Oh!

(GRUNTS) 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.

(GROANS)

So those
weapons Flynn has.

Why does he need that
kind of firepower, huh?

Lincoln gets
killed anyway.

LUCY: 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.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

This is gonna be the worst
game of Operation ever.

(HISSES AND LAUGHS)
(GASPS)

Go on.

(METALLIC CLANGING)

(CLANGING)

Thank you, sir.

ROBERT: 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.

(LAUGHS) 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.

(BOTH LAUGH)

We really have to stop
meeting like this, Lucy.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

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?
LUCY: 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?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

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.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

MAN: 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.

(GUN CLICKING)

MAN: You wouldn't treat him
as some other people would

when you found out
that he was not

the inheritor
of that fortune.

WOMAN:
Not the heir of the fortune?

MAN: No.
(LAUGHTER)

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

WOMAN:
Which he left to you.

MAN: Well...no.

(LAUGHTER)

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...

(HAIL TO THE CHIEF PLAYING)

Miss Shakesman.

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

Father, please meet
Juliet Shakesman.

ABRAHAM LINCOLN:
Miss Shakesman,
how do you do?

It's a great pleasure
to meet you.

(APPLAUSE)

(INDISTINCT
FRIENDLY SHOUTING)

So all I got to do

is save the Vice President
of the United States.

Sure, no probs.

(CHUCKLES) 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...
(CLEARS THROAT)

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... (SIGHS)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

You won't freeze.

I'm scared.

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

WOMAN: A woman of my age...

MAN: Be you a woman
of your age? (LAUGHING)

(LAUGHTER)
(COUGHING)

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

Would you like
some water?

(LAUGHTER)

Here, allow me.

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

(LAUGHTER)

(DIALOG CONTINUES)

(LAUGHTER)

(DIALOG CONTINUES)
(LAUGHTER)

(LAUGHS)

Good God!
(GASPS) General...

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

I'm quite all right, yes.

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

MAN:
You seem tickled to death.

(LAUGHTER)

(GRUNTING)

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

(GRUNTING)

Why do I always get
the big guys?

(BOTH GRUNTING)

WOMAN: Father! Father, hurry.
(GRUNTING)

Oh, my goodness!

(GUNSHOTS)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)

(DOOR OPENS)

What's going on?

(PANTING) Mr. Secretary.

MAN: Hey, Mr. Booth.

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

Soon.

My friend's drunk.
(CHUCKLES)

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...

(SIGHS) Actors.

MAN: Now, some other gals
and their mothers

would go away
when they found that out,

but you value fortune,
Ms. Gusty.

(WHISPERS) Robert.

Yes.
(STAMMERS) I...

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)
(PLAY DIALOG CONTINUES)

Miss Shakesman.

(LAUGHTER)

WOMAN: Mr. Trenchard...

(DIALOG CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)

(SOFTLY) It's not
such a bad play.

MAN: I'm offering her
my heart and my hand.

It's certainly not
what I remembered.

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHTER)

(COCKS GUN)

Well, if it ain't
Sergeant Denzel Washington.

Excuse me. (STRUGGLING)

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!

(GASPS)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)

I wouldn't do that!

(COMMOTION)

MAN 1: Move!
MAN 2: 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.

(LAUGHTER)

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!

(SCREAMING)

(AUDIENCE SCREAMS)

(CROWD GASPING, YELLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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. (PANTING)

Seward's okay.

What about...
Grant's safe.

But Lincoln...

MAN: Is the President safe?
WOMAN: Where is
the President now?

MAN: What happens now?

WOMAN:
Please tell us something!

MAN:
Is the President well?

(SHOUTING
INDISTINCT QUESTIONS)

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.

(GRUNTS)

Flynn's back
in the present.

Let's go home.

I decided I was gonna
let it happen.

(POWERING UP)

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.

(KEYPAD CLACKING)

(ENGINES THRUMMING)

LUCY: Wyatt needs a doctor!
Get a medic!

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
OVER PA)

Pressurization...

Thank you.
You okay?

(OVERLAPPING SHOUTING
IN BACKGROUND)

Who shot Lincoln?

CONNOR:
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.
LUCY: But history changed.

That's not how
it's supposed to be.

It's close enough.
Is it? (SCOFFS)

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.

JIYA: 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.

(SOFT ROCK MUSIC)

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.

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

Hey, congrats.
(APPLAUSE)

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Me first. Hold on.

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

My engagement party.
(LAUGHS)

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.

(SIGHS)

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.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)