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♪ ♪

I don't know who of
you believes in a god.

And if so, what kind?

A god of absolutes.

Or a god of compromise.

My god of late has been time.

Time doesn't concern itself
with morality or good or evil,

but with if and when.

A god who understands
that I've already done

that which I will one day do.

Our sins precede us.

They define us.

One hopes, in the name
of order and necessity,

Wrong for the sake of right.

♪ ♪

We are faced now with an opportunity.

The Witness, in his earliest days.

But let's not soften the truth.

We are going to kill a child.

A boy of unknown origin.

A man with a certain future.

Both the architect of our destruction.

We must not delude ourselves

with a notion of innocence.

The boy is the man.

A totality of moments.

And we have ended, once
again, where we began.

One life

in exchange for seven billion.

We don't just have an opportunity.

We have an obligation.

The bullet doesn't kill in one second.

It kills in every second.

We're just placing it then
where we need it to be now.

One more thing,

no god shall forgive us this sin.

Perhaps none should.

For that, all we have is each other.

And the great absolution of time...

that we might have never sinned at all.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

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- Voila!
- Voila is usually proposed

to express satisfaction or approval.

I'm not getting either
from that piece of shit.

That piece of shit is how
we are going to disable

the Guardians' unique advantage.

Think of it as a modified EMP device,

which will dampen all electronics

and generate a burst of interference.

To which even these suits
will be susceptible.

So what does that get us?

A window. A very narrow
window. Hannah?

We'll splinter to 1953,

to the exact moment James and Cassandra

located the Witness's safe house.

We'll detonate, then we'll engage.

Smoke the little bastard.

There's a lot riding on this.

Sure that thing's gonna work?

The suits come equipped
with a control unit.

- [beeps]
- I've set it to splinter

approximately two
seconds into the future.

[whirring]

[zap]

Dr. Lasky?

[machinery powering down]

Wasn't me.

And again...

it's now disabled.

Thank you, Dr. Lasky.

A warning, however:

These suits come with

all kinds of dangerous functions.

- Here.
- [beeping]

Individual suits can synchronize.

And this is a self-destruct mechanism.

Either for the purpose
of avoiding capture

or to eliminate remainders.

- Remainders?
- Their doubles.

That's why the EMP is key.

I can't go.

My mother died of an embolism.

I was at school and I saw my father

walk into the classroom.

And I knew.

His eyes.

[sighs]

And the last time I saw her,

she asked me to go somewhere with her.

A museum.

And I said no.

She had this look.

I think somehow she knew that she was...

That was our last moment together.

I'm sorry.

I don't know who our son is.

Or why...

I just know that I
can't have someone that

I should've loved

ever look at me like that again.

Even if afterwards it
will never have happened...

[sighs]

somehow for me, I'll still know.

The only time we've
ever made a difference...

Made anything better...

Is because we've gone in together.

Will it be better?

We...

kill the Witness, reset time.

There is no you and me.

No us and him.

We don't get to change the
past and keep the future.

- [electricity crackles]
- [grunts]

[dramatic tone]

♪ ♪

[light piano music playing]

♪ ♪

[knocking]

Didn't you have a dog?

He comes and goes.

Never pegged you for a drinker.

Each monumental task deserves a toast.

May I?

Couple of years ago,
when I was struggling

to perfect that damn machine,

and I was facing failure after failure,

I turned to the Nobel physicist,

Dr. Jameson, for inspiration.

- Yeah.
- That hangover...

Headaches, hallucinations...

Hallucinations.

But I awoke with a solution.

Sometimes the only way
to know what's left in us

is to see what's at the bottom.

- [drink pouring]
- Well, Cassie's out.

Cole's been unusually quiet.

They seem a little off to you?

This is a very difficult mission to ask.

Especially for a doctor.

But those two... [sighs]

Even when they're not
talking, they speak volumes.

They won't even look at each other.

Listen, Deacon, Cassie
spent months in captivity.

Yeah, I know.

And Mr. Cole just lost his best friend.

He did. He lost his brother.

And kudos to him for not
jumping in the Wayback Machine

to save him.

And Cassie, she led us to
Titan and they were just

waiting for her to lock her up.

What are you saying?

[sighs]

You wanna pull people together,

you put them through hell.

You wanna split people apart,

give 'em a secret.

- Mr. Deacon...
- I'll be there.

We cannot risk splintering
this device with that machine.

The effects could be disastrous.

However, this version was
replicated from the prototype

- which existed already in 1953.
- Where?

Right here, where we're standing.

Raritan National Laboratories.

You'll splinter in four hours
before the guardians arrive

with the Witness to steal the prototype.

I want to go.

What? I have lab experience.

I can talk the talk.

I should go.

Very well.

So you and Mr. Cole
will retrieve the EMP.

Mr. Whitley and Mr. Deacon,
you'll provide egress.

Hannah, you'll secure the entry point

beyond the Guardians' safe house.

[machinery whirring]

You'll rendezvous there,

and then you'll eliminate the target.

[dramatic music]

_

[upbeat Christmas music]

♪ ♪

♪ 'Twas the night before Christmas ♪

♪ And all through the place ♪

♪ Not a creature was stirring ♪

♪ Or showing his face ♪

♪ The stockings were hung ♪

♪ On the chimney with care ♪

♪ With everyone hoping they'd
be getting their shares ♪

Raritan National Laboratory
sure gets real handsy.

Yeah, looks like they
open it up to local talent.

- Ew.
- Look, it's perfect.

All you gotta do is cozy
up to one of these eggheads,

get him to let us
into the magnetics lab.

You cozy up.

Look, the lab is gonna be locked.

We need someone to let us in. Okay?

Pretend you're interested.
Just act natural.

I am a natural actor, but I have never

- acted naturally in my life.
- Jennifer...

- [sighs]
- This is why we're here.

You look adorable. Okay?

- Ugh.
- You can handle this.

Go get 'em.

Ew.

Ooh, where'd you get that?

Hoo.

[imitates gun cocking]

Hi-ya, sailor.

That I was just a nerdy typist

with a thing for Asimov and magnets?

Magnets are my 9-5, so I
can't say I'm drawn to them.

[chuckles]

I guess opposites attract.

[giggles]

Tour of the lab? What do you say?

Atta girl.

It's not as easy as that.

What you are asking,
I've asked myself often.

It's the ever-present
temptation of that machine.

What I'm asking for is a favor.

Is that why you refused
to join the mission?

- Causality alone...
- Won't matter

if they succeed.

- Dr. Railly...
- Jones, I've come all this way

to the end for you.

What I've given...

What I have yet to give...

I've never asked for anything.

So if we still have time

while we still have
this machine, please...

let me have this.

[machinery whirring]

Dr. Adler, I need you to
run a scan on the database.

I want to access the coordinates
of a recent tether history.

Of course. What are you searching for?

A secret.

_

[flames crackling]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Excuse me? Are you Amelia Morrison?

- Yes.
- Oh, I'm so sorry I'm late.

I had to drop my daughter
off at her rehearsal

and with this weather, mid-town
traffic was a nightmare.

So anyhow, I'm here.

I think your story is fascinating.

I'm really excited to
discuss your document.

So am I.

I appreciate you meeting me
on such short notice,

Dr. Railly.

[buzzer sounds]

Listen, I can get into a
bit of a pickle for this.

- Right. Big pickle.
- [laughs]

- What is that?
- That is one of

the most powerful
magnets in North America.

We've been experimenting
with electromagnetic pulses

and their affect on machinery.

Wow, wow, wowee.

[grunts]

What the hell is wrong with you?

All this bullshit about God.

He doesn't forgive, he forgets.

Cole, you can make another choice.

[scoffs] Is that what
you think's gonna happen?

Gonna change my mind?

All these visions, floating
around in your head,

you still can't see who I really am.

You think this'll be the
first kid I put a gun on.

I am a murderer.

Men, women and children.

Ramse.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Use to be, all I wanted was forgiveness.

Now I just want it to end, so let's...

get what we came here for.

Finish this.

This is more than any one person

should feel in a lifetime.

I mean, I've consulted privately before.

I've profiled subjects based
on letters and journals.

But this...

On the surface it looks like...

Madness?

- Psychosis.
- This isn't the work

of a madman, just a broken one.

Set aside the content...

The obsession with death and time...

And approach it clinically.

Right side associates with mothers...

[voice echoing] the left side with fathers.

References are pushed to the margins.

He only had a vague sense of these.

Some are bold and
erratic... signs of rage.

And others are quite delicate.

Signs of intellect and lucidity.

[normal] I mean, and here...

I'm sorry. [laughs]

I'd never seen you work before.

I was told you were a
brilliant psychologist, but...

Oh, well, it's good to be
held in such high regard.

Um, this... this, here.

"The Requiem of 1827."

That was a bad year for brilliance.

The death of Beethoven and
the artist William Blake.

Both outsiders, both plagued by genius.

And there are references to Van Gogh,

Plato's Theia mania, the divine.

But what is all this say about him?

Oh, that he's exceptional.

And damaged, and aware that he's both.

But also incredibly uncertain.

- Of what?
- Of himself.

Of whether what he is is who he is

or whether he was made to be that way.

What is this?

The symbology, I have no idea.

But the image itself haunts him.

You've hidden these from me.

He needn't be reminded,
nor you informed

- of every eventuality.
- He is the Witness.

His gift is how we defend him.

The boy is my charge, not the man.

If he believes the future is written,

then no choice shall
ever truly be his own.

Perhaps there is what may
be and what is meant to be.

- [grunts]
- You forget your station.

You were chosen to teach...
Arithmetic, history...

Not to shape.

We will make him into
the man who makes himself.

And should you falter again,

I will thank you for your sacrifice.

Do you understand?

[soft music]

Run along, my love.

Off you pop to Mr. Hockley.

Sunday best for tonight's
ceremony, remember?

Go.

[dark tone]

♪ ♪

"Time present and time past

are perhaps both
present in time future."

"Oh, make me a mask

of the sharp, enameled eyes
and the spectacled claws."

Dylan Thomas.

Shakespeare, T.S. Eliot, Thoreau.

Oh, yeah, and even my personal
favorite, Emily Dickinson.

"Forever is composed entirely of nows."

My mother loved her too.

There are a number of
references to groups

and ideologies... cults, religions...

and the words are emphatic.

[sighs] But the writing
is filled with contempt,

like a person who hates
what he believes to be true.

Such a handsome boy.

My special boy.

So, tonight,

you will offer the
future to your chosen.

And reunite the others with their past.

I don't want to do it again.

I mustn't harm all
those poor, sorry people.

Mind yourself, child.

Their fates must fall from your hand.

Because for now, you
are the vessel of time.

But one day, when you return to Titan,

you shall be the master of it.

And when that day comes,

time will do what you command be done.

Hm.

[inhales sharply] Ahh.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

I have this condition.

It's called thromboembolism.

It's Latin for "time bomb."

It's manageable until...

it's not.

You haven't told your daughter

I understand why you wouldn't.

She knows. Kids know.

Just can't, uh, bring myself
to talk to her about it.

'Cause she's ten times as strong
as I'm giving her credit for.

Do you have kids?

It helps, you know.

Telling the truth.

Let's not make this document

the most honest thing in the room.

Whoever wrote this is not your client

or a patient or a friend.

He's my son.

You know, I spent my whole life believing

that I was gonna destroy the world.

Mom said I would.

Olivia showed me how.

So I thought, you know, this
is who I am, this is what I do.

A person who does a thing
like that can't be good, right?

- But you didn't.
- Because someone showed me

another way.

A better way.

- Remember, Otter Eyes?
- Jesus, Jennifer,

will you stop calling me that?

You know why I do?

Or why I'm so afraid
of Olivia's death stare?

Because the eyes are the only
part of a person that can't lie.

So you look into someone's
eyes and believe those.

- [gun clicks]
- Oh, oh.

About time. We've got three hours

before the Guardians
arrive at that house.

You got the package?

[alarm blaring]

Shit.

- We mobile?
- I'm working on it.

[over intercom] Intruder alert.

[indistinct chatter]

Any time, Deacon.

♪ ♪

Whoo.

[indistinct chatter continues]

[engine puttering]

[engine starts]

Buckle up, 'cause we are not
stopping for walls or doors.

[Roy "Boogie Boy" Perkins' "Ba Da"]

♪ Yeah, we had a ball ♪

♪ ♪

We've gone through the logs.

I've mapped the signal back
to the point of termination.

Enter the coordinates.

Katarina, splintering
alone to this moment...

Of all moments... It's
unspeakably dangerous.

Initiate splinter sequence.

[machinery humming]

I had him when I was young.

Very young.

He was taken from me
and this document...

Or whatever it is, his confession...

[sighs] it's all that I
really have to know him by.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

The things he's done...

[explosion booms]

[people screaming and coughing]

They were horrible.

♪ ♪

Nobody wants to think that
something that came from them

can be worse than them.

[whoosh]

You can make a bad
thing and still be good.

Them first, then us.

[whoosh]

Where are we? When are we?

The same night.

You cannot look at this
like the ravings of a mad man

or the manifesto of a lunatic.

It's a work of art.

It's an incredible expression of...

Of pain, of love, of despair

and anger and incredible hope.

It's a story. His story.

It's not of what he is but...

But what he wants to be.

Finally know where they're all gonna be.

- But we gotta go after them.
- We will.

We'll come back to this
moment, armed and ready.

Most kids you couldn't drag to a museum.

Me, you couldn't drag away.

[sighs] I just love art.

Literature, sculpture, you name it.

- I just could never make it.
- [both laughing]

Oh...

I didn't make nothing, though.

I had a kid.

I made her.

And you can burn down the
Met and the Musée d'Orsay,

because my Cassie, well,
there's no museum good enough.

- Did you ever take her?
- Cassandra? To a museum?

[laughs]

Art isn't her thing.

No, one day, she'll be saving lives,

not... not examining them.

[lightbulb rattling]

You should ask her to go with you.

Tell her you need her to.

Drag her, if you have to.

Tell her she'll regret
it if she doesn't.

I, uh, have to go, Kathryn.

I know you.

I can't place you, but I...

Thank you.

For everything.

Never give up on family.

You fight. Win or lose.

It's what mothers do.

[gentle piano music]

♪ ♪

[machinery humming]

Ah!

Jones, I need you to send me to 1953.

- I...
- [guns cocking]

Dr. Railly, enough.

I think it's time we had a talk.

Mother to mother.

[doors slamming]

- Jones, you don't understand.
- Correction, Dr. Railly,

I didn't understand.

But I do now.

Finally.

[machinery humming]

Stop! Ramse, stop!

[gunshots]

Why would Mr. Cole kill his
brother, if not for you?

Why would Ramse want to kill you,

if not for his brother?

Betrayal requires blindness.

So I went back to see.

I didn't come here to kill the Witness.

I came here to kill his mother.

Look me in the eye, Dr. Railly

and tell me, are they open now?

This isn't gonna buy us much time.

We go in fast, we breach, we clear.

Kill 'em all.

You lied to me.

You made what family we had into fools.

Katarina, the Witness can be saved.

Please, it could already be too late.

For your sake, I should hope we are.

But the clocks might stop
and history is rewritten

before I should decide
what to do with you.

But for now, Dr. Railly,
you and I, we are going

to stay in this room, together

until the end of time.

[dramatic music]

[machinery whirring]

[cocks gun]

Jones.

I'm sorry.

Take her down!

[gunfire]

Ugh!

♪ ♪

Where's Lucinda?

[power drones]

[gunshot]

[all gasp]

Mr. Hockley, protect the Witness!

♪ ♪

Ah!

[grunts]

Ahh. Ow!

♪ ♪

[knocks, whistles]

Damn it.

They've come for me.

- Down the hall!
- [indistinct chatter]

Father. Mother too.

Come, Athan. Stay close
and be quick about it.

No! Ah, please.

Whatever this is,
we're not a part of it.

- [gunshots, screaming]
- Oh, no!

It's not what...

They were giving up! They were good!

I'm not.

♪ ♪

Oh!

♪ ♪

[ominous droning]

The symbols.

- You see them too?
- Yes.

What do they mean?

I don't know.

You're like me.

You're Primary.

I don't think I've
ever been like anybody.

I don't think you're like me at all.

I think you're better.

But one day,

I think that you will
be the best of us all.

[bullets whizzing]

[gunfire and screaming in distance]

Go.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[whoosh]

[screaming in distance]

[gunfire]

[groans]

- [gunshots]
- [both grunting]

[screams]

[growls]

- Ahh!
- Ah, ah!

[wheezing, panting]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

[coughs]

You can't have him.

The Witness foresaw this very moment.

That the vessel which made
him would come to unmake him.

- No.
- Yes, he rejected you.

He pushed himself from
your body and into my hands.

- Ahh!
- You took him from me!

- Did I?
- [grunts]

[tense music]

Did you love him? Do you love him now?

[both grunting]

Or do you just feel him
gone, like a phantom limb?

[both grunting]

I've taken one, Cassandra.
I will take them all.

♪ ♪

He'll never even know you were here.

You're nothing. I'm his mother.

You're an undeserving bitch!

[beeping]

Ahh!

No. No!

No!

[screaming]

Mind yourself.

- [gunshots]
- Ah!

[thud]

No!

[gunshots]

[machinery humming]

♪ ♪

It needn't be like this.

Please, James. The boy
needn't become the man.

He doesn't want... oh!

♪ ♪

[gun clicks]

♪ ♪

[gentle music]

[man speaks indistinctly]

♪ ♪

[man speaks indistinctly]

[inhales deeply]

♪ ♪

Athan.

Your name is Athan.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Cole?

He's my son.

[gunshots]

[grunts]

No!

Oh.

We'll find him.

We can't go back.

Jones knows. She'll kill us.

We're on our own, now.

♪ ♪

[groaning] Cassie, Cole.

Stop 'em!

- Cole.
- Oh, no.

Jesus. Get her out of here.

What happened?

I saw his eyes.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Deacon's upstairs. He needs help.

Cole?

What the hell is this?

I'm sorry. We're sorry.

For all of it.

Do not come after us.

This is ours to fix.

It's our family.

♪ ♪

Synchronize.

[beeping]

♪ ♪

Hannah!

Oh, God, no.

Hannah?

Here, here, I can get it.

Hannah?

Stay with me, Hannah.

The IV!

♪ ♪

[indistinct shouting]

Another compress.

Stay awake. Hannah. Hannah?

Open your eyes.

♪ ♪

[heart monitor beeping]

This whole time...

the entire mission...

all of it...

it's been about them.

[sighs]

You do know what we have to do, right?

Yes.

May God have mercy.

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