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Previously on Timeless...

Help!

That's why we're
here. To save his life.

His name is Nicholas Keynes.

-Where am I?
-You're with Rittenhouse,

in the year 2018.

-And who are you?
-I'm your granddaughter.

Your mother is a Rittenhouse?

You've come so far these
past few weeks, Lucy.

I'm proud of you.

Be with us. Be on
the right side of history.

This is so much
bigger than you and me.

Mom.

Mom.

Jiyal

The Mothership visited
ten different destinations.

History could have changed,
and we wouldn't even know it.

I've been reading
these plans they have.

Key moments in history
to change the present.

The captain in 1918, he worked
his way up through the ranks.

Emma, she had been in the
late 1800s for what, ten years?

What if they've already planted, who
knows how many, agents in history?

Was there anything in there
about a Nicholas Keynes?

These plans, this manifesto...
Nicholas Keynes wrote it.

Something has happened.

I'll only talk to Lucy.

What are you doing up already?

You know that track like
the palm of your hand.

Turn three has got
a weird camber to it.

It'd be a good place to pass if
Jimmy or Wendell makes a run on me.

Quit your worryin'.

I'm not worrying. I'm planning.

Well, then let's plan together.

Didn't realize he was married.

Two caskets instead of one.

Three, counting
the bun in the oven.

Drive faster.

Okay, output?

-Still 14.4. -Damn it!

Might have to rip up the
whole board and start again.

Hand me the T10 Torx.

It's not real.

It's not real, it's not real,
it's not real, it's not real.

Jiya?

Jiya?

You okay?

Yeah, totally fine.

A little light reading?

Well, just Rittenhouse's
creepy cult manifesto.

That stuff is crazy.

Crazy my mother believes in.

Can I ask you something?

What did they do
to you in there?

Nothing to talk about.

Which is why you're staring at
the ceiling all night, every night?

Your roommate,
Jiya, sold you out.

- She's spying on me?
- She's worried about you.

We all are.

( I appreciate
everyone's concern )

but I'm fine.

- What do you mean there's nothing?
- I mean, nothing.

The Mothership landed in
the South Carolina sticks, 1955.

Nothing historical, no one
important there by a long shot.

What if they're looking for someone
before they became important?

So, then what? We just pick
a direction and start walking?

I have an idea.

I mean, you're gonna hate it, but we
do have someone who could help us,

who knows more about
Rittenhouse than we do.

“Who?
-She's talking about Flynn.

And "hate" does not begin to
touch how I feel about that idea.

Number one, he's a psycho.
Number two, he's a total psycho.

And number three, he thinks
he's in jail because we set him up.

Well, we did set him up.

More you than us,

but who's counting?

He said that he would only talk
to me, so, why not talk to him?

Because he is unhinged.

We can't trust a word he says.

Okay, well, if anyone
has a better idea,

say it.

No offense, Lucy, but
you have looked better.

Rittenhouse has gone
to South Carolina, 1955.

Any idea why?

Maybe you should ask
your mother for help.

It came up during
our interrogation.

You never suspected she was
Rittenhouse? Your own mother?

Are you gonna tell us what they're
doing in South Carolina or not?

Well, if you get me out of
here, then maybe we can talk.

You know that's impossible.

Well, then it's
impossible for me to help.

I wanna finish what we started.

I wanna take down
Rittenhouse for good.

Please.

You stopped me from taking down
Rittenhouse over and over again.

Not anymore. I'll do
whatever it takes now.

Really? What, you're
gonna kill your own mother?

Your hero?

Who secretly groomed you,

programmed you since you were
a child to become one of them?

And you blindly
obeyed, your whole life,

begging for her
approval like a lap dog.

I'm sorry, Lucy, but it just
doesn't inspire confidence.

They murdered your
wife and daughter.

You want to avenge their deaths?

You can help us, or you can
keep being a smug, stubborn ass,

and rot knowing that
their deaths are in vain.

There was a South
Carolina address

on a Rittenhouse agent I killed.

145 Fuller Street.

And I think the city
was called Darlington.

That's all I have.

This one's free.

The next one will cost you.

These clothes are from Old Navy.

Yeah, and the badge looks
like it's from the 99 Cents Store.

Yes. Wardrobe and
props are, of necessity,

a little bare bones
at the moment

due to financial constraints,
but, hey, luckily for you,

Rebel Without a Cause

made jeans and T-shirts
perpetually cool. You'll blend right in.

What did you find out
about 145 Fuller Street?

Just a house.

In 1955, it was owned
by a Ryan Millerson.

Wait, the Ryan Millerson?

-Who's that? -Are you kidding?

He's one of the greatest
NASCAR drivers of all time.

NASCAR? Yeah, not my sport.

He won the first
Daytona 500 in "59.

He's up there with
guys like Lee Petty,

and Junior Johnson,
and Tim Flock.

You guys really
are coastal elites.

Why would Rittenhouse target
a NASCAR driver in the "50s?

Well, we're about to find out.

Nicholas?

How are you feeling?

We have followed
your writings to the tee.

Planted sleeper agents
in different decades.

This is Wikipedia.

How much did you print out?

-All of it. -All of it?

Scribed by your
mechanical print maker.

Yes, but this tablet
that I showed you,

- this would make things...
- It strains my eyes.

I don't know how you people stare
at those glowing windows all day long.

Do you recognize her?

It's my mother.

My daughter.

Your mother.

To me, she's just a baby.

But time is a funny thing.

Nicholas, we've been
waiting for your guidance.

Where is the
Victrola I requested?

The 100-year-old record player?
We're having a hard time tracking one.

I want what I'm used to.

A list of songs.

For the phonograph.

And more pickled eggs.

Sooner than later.

Pickled eggs.

Well, I'll tell ya, y'all don't look
like any reporters I've ever seen.

Well, we're from California.

California. It's a shame he missed
you. He would have loved talking to y'all.

You said Ryan's at the track?

- To practice?
- Not to practice, no. To race!

Today is the Darlington 500.
That's why you're here, isn't it?

Yeah. That is why we're here.

Well, if you hurry, you might
even beat your competition to him.

Competition?

Two other reporters were
here about an hour ago.

And I will tell you the
same thing I told them.

Ryan's gonna win it for sure. You
can print that in your papers right now.

You mind telling us what
these other reporters look like?

The man was very serious, and the woman,
well, red hair and a lot of freckles.

-God's kisses, right? -Right.

Do you know her?

Yes. More of a
professional rival, if you will.

Man!

That's a "49 Ford sedan.

A'48 Ford Super
DeLuxe with an inline six.

These are original stock
cars. No restorations.

“What? -Nothing.

Just didn't realize you
were such a stone-cold nerd.

Yeah, me neither.

So, what do you think
Rittenhouse wants with the race?

Corner the market on
country western songs?

First order of business, we gotta
find Ryan before Rittenhouse does.

His garage has to be
around here somewhere.

Excuse me, boy.

No, sorry. Excuse me.

1955 in the South.

Not exactly a prime
place for black folk.

Tell that to him.

That's... -Wendell Scott!

Why did you hit my boy?

You son of a...

- l was talking to you.
- No, no. Not toward the fighting.

Why did you hit my boy?

Caught your dumbass
boy mucking in my engine,

so I laid him out.

- Got a feeling you sent him.
- Why would I do that?

‘Cause I smoked you
on the track last week.

For the sixth time.

Hey, hey!

-That's enough. -Who are you?

Police.

Dressed like that?

- You're gonna argue with this badge?
- You saw what he did to my boy.

I know what you did to his
car. Call it an even trade.

Y'all really cops?

~The deputy. Yep.

Yes, sir, Wyatt Logan.

Big fan of yours.

Makes you one lonely fellow.

We're actually looking for a
man named Ryan Millerson.

Is this Old Rusty?

The car that made
the Fall Creek Run.

- How do you know about that?
- My dad is a driver.

Not a racer, but he
taught me some moves.

So, Wendell, you
could really help us out...

Is it true you were running moonshine,
and when you saw the police roadblocks,

you threw her in reverse,

took a hairpin turn
backwards at 70 miles an hour?

By the time the police
got to my garage,

I had my engine out the car
and on a chain. No charges filed.

You...

It's fine.

Is that moonshine?

A gesture of appreciation
for what you did for me.

Thank you.

I'll take that.

We actually don't
want any moonshine.

We just want to know if you
know who Ryan Millerson is.

Everybody knows Ryan Millerson.

-Can you introduce us? -Sure.

I already know you're Wyatt.

I'm sorry. Lucy. Hello.

Rufus.

-What was that? -What was what?

You shook your head at me.

I was... Never mind.

Let me find someone to watch
Old Rusty, then I'll take you to Ryan.

Thank you.

-What was that?
-What are you doing?

It's the nod.

You know, when black
people see each other. The nod.

Guess it's not a thing yet.

So, what's the deal with
this Wendell Scott dude?

He runs moonshine
and he's a racer?

That's how stock
car racing started.

They were driving fast
to get away from the cops,

and it turned into driving
fast on the dirt tracks.

- I know sports history, too.
- Did he ever actually win?

Well, he won a Grand
National in 1963, but...

-But? -He won by two laps,

but they marked him third.

Wendell argued. Eventually,
gave him the prize money.

-After all the fans had left.
-Jesus.

So, he never got the
glory or the trophy.

Hunka junk fast ride,

smuggler, rebel, racer,

and made the Fall Creek
Run in less than 12 parsecs.

This Wendell Scott dude
is like a real-life Han Solo.

Yeah.

Come on.

How did you know
about Fall Creek Run?

Were you a bootlegger
before you became a cop?

I was. Misspent youth.

Not a bad way to
make ends meet, is it?

Until I start winning
the big races anyway.

I'm sure you're gonna.

Let me see if I can
get y'all an introduction.

All right.

Yep, that's you.

Wyatt Logan,
notorious bootlegger.

I was.

Seriously, I used to run
stuff across the Texas border.

What, like you ran moonshine?

Let's just say it was a
little stronger than that.

A little more illegal.

-How old were you? -Fifteen.

You guys never asked.

All good. He'll see you
after the reporters clear out.

Great. Thank you so much.
It was great meeting you.

-See you around. -All right.

-See you later. -Hey, Bobby!

Come on, fanboy.

You think somebody's
looking to hurt me?

Well, we're not sure.

Doesn't make sense. I got
lots of rivals, but no enemies.

Have you noticed
anything suspicious?

Anyone following you or...

Maybe a woman with red hair
and freckles, and an evil stare?

I would think I'd remember
somebody like that.

Hey, Ryan.

Has anyone been
in here recently?

I don't think so.

I've been outside talking to
reporters for the past 30 minutes.

Wyatt, there's something in
here that looks like a trigger install.

It's a bomb.

Guys.

He's the Rittenhouse
sleeper agent?

How is he the sleeper?

Well, what do we have here?

The prodigal princess
and her boy toys.

Hello, Emma.

Hand over your weapon.

-What are they doing here?
-Dying.

Except maybe you.

Tell me where the Lifeboat
is, I'll let you live. I promise.

Right now, your promises mean
a grand total of jack squat to me.

Qué sera, sera. Do it.

You want me to kill
Carol's daughter?

I'm ordering you to. Do it.

Go, go, gol!

Over here!

All clear.

What the hell was that
thing you threw back there?

Fire extinguisher
grenade. Obviously.

Obviously. Well, thanks.

-Quit nodding at me. -Sorry.

- And who the hell are those folks?
- Bad people.

Why are they
trying to hurt Ryan?

No, Ryan is one of them.

I've known Ryan for six years.
He's a good man, church-going.

And a communist.

A communist? In South Carolina?

That's right. Ryan Millerson
is a known communist

who has embedded himself
in American society for years.

- How you know that?
- Because we work for the government

hunting down those guys.

That's right. We're
commie hunters.

Damn.

Them good ol' boys back at the
track messed up my engine again.

Good news is, my
garage is just up the way.

I don't understand.

I thought you said Ryan Millerson was
some golden boy of NASCAR or something.

I had his poster on my wall.

What do you know about him?

Millerson? He wins
the Daytona 500 in '59.

Further back. Where
did he come from?

He sort of came out
of nowhere in "46.

Out of nowhere?

What if Rittenhouse
dropped him here in "46?

- Are you saying that he's from 2018?
- Like the World War I captain.

That's exactly what I'm saying.

Rittenhouse drops
him off, he lived his life,

and then he became
a racing legend.

Which means that Rittenhouse
already changed history.

No, I've known about
Millerson since I was a kid.

Because they
planted him in the past.

All the memories you
have of him are new.

Okay, this is simultaneously giving
me a headache and a panic attack.

What else has changed
that we don't know about?

Whatever he's gonna do has
something to do with that bomb.

This is it.

It's this race, the
Darlington 500.

-Should have thought
about that. What is it?

This is one of the
biggest races of the year.

And all the car
company CEOs are here,

their top engineers. It's
everybody who matters.

So, Rittenhouse is just gonna kill a
bunch of car company executives?

Cars are the most valuable
industry in the world right now.

It could cripple the companies.

Rittenhouse would take
control of all of them.

They could
basically run Detroit.

Which, you know, in
"55 is still a big deal.

Hey, Wendell?

What?

We're gonna need you to
get us back into that track.

You're supposed
to keep a low profile.

Speaking at a tech
symposium doesn't qualify, no.

I have done everything you've
asked of me these past two months.

I took the blame for the
explosion at my headquarters.

So we could go underground
without anyone looking for us.

- I forfeited my fortune.
- You were being funded by Rittenhouse.

Come on, Connor,
give me a break.

I allowed myself to become a
global joke, an embarrassment.

All so that we could
fight Rittenhouse.

Now, at some point,
these missions will be over,

and I'll need to move forward.

I need to begin reclaiming
my name, my reputation.

I'm sorry, but you
spent over 20 years

with more fame and fortune than
most people could ever dream of.

A few more months living
like everyone else won't kill you.

So, cancel your appearance.

Here's my question.

Why would someone on a suicide mission
decide to fall in love and have a baby?

Almost makes one question
one's commitment to the cause.

I don't care about her.

She was just a way to have fun
while I waited for you to come back.

The kid was an accident.

What about those
three that came in here?

I thought they were
out of the picture.

Reports of their death were
premature. We'll keep an eye out.

Besides, we've got
soldier boy's gun.

We'll be fine.

Maybe it'd be smarter to
wait and find another race.

That'd be nice, wouldn't it?

Maybe spend a little more time
with your wife, see your kid born.

-You squared away? Yeah.

And what about you?

Are you squared away?

Of course I am.

I just snuck your
butts out of there.

Now you're asking me to
sneak you back in? No way.

We didn't wanna
have to tell you this,

but there is a bomb
in Ryan Millerson's car.

We think he's planning on
killing a lot of people today.

I don't know what you
three are really up to,

but this whole communism story
sounds like a bunch of bull to me.

If you guys mess
with Ryan Millerson,

the most popular
driver on the circuit,

every official there is
gonna be looking for you.

And seeing as how they're looking
for a reason to keep me out of races,

I ain't giving them one by
getting mixed up in this. Sorry.

Okay, look, people
are gonna die.

Or you're completely nuts.

And what the hell are you doing?

I'm an engineer. I
thought I'd help fix your car.

You know, I help
you, you help us.

- Get your hands off my engine.
- No, I got it...

Wait, wait, are you okay?

-Oh, my God. -Some engineer.

Take this for his arm, and
get the hell out of my garage.

We are so screwed.

Maybe not.

Right this way, Mr. Mason.

And you'll be seated right here.

- Well, that's perfect. Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Connor.

Vincent.

I'm shocked to see you here.

What topic do you plan
on speaking on today?

"Best ways to file
for bankruptcy"?

Bankruptcy is
temporary, Vincent.

Ingenuity, now
that lasts forever.

I'm one idea away.

You know ideas have always
come more easily to me than to you,

haven't they?

You must excuse me. I really
have to look at this speech.

I am first up, after all.

Wanker.

Damn it, it was right there.

The clogged fuel filter?

I fixed it.

We really are telling the truth.

I am a fan.

And I was a bootlegger.

And people really are in danger.

You gotta get us
on to that track, man.

Let's see how you did.

Now, these floats
tend to get stuck.

Your dad taught you
how to drive and wrench?

- Sounds like a good man.
- He didn't do it out of love.

When I'd mouth off, he'd hit me

and throw me in the back
of his precious old Chevy,

rip around the backwoods
at night with the lights off

just to scare the
crap out of me.

He'd run the car
till something broke,

and he'd tell me I wasn't allowed
to come home until I fixed it.

He'd just sit there with his beer
and his cigarettes, laughing at me.

And I thought my daddy
was a son of a bitch.

Give me a hand with this.

This don't work,

your daddy's beatings won't hold a
candle to what I'm gonna do to you.

-What did your dad do?
-He wasn't mean.

He just liked to
gamble too much.

One day, Mom told him to choose
between his family and his rackets,

and we never saw him again.

Shoot, I used to pray
my dad would run off.

When I turned 15 and
realized he wouldn't,

I did.

I took his car.

-You stole his car? Yeah.

Figured he owed
me at least that much.

Ran it till the pistons blew,

and I drove the damn
thing straight into a lake.

-Let's give it a shot. Yeah.

Well?

All right. I'll sneak
y'all back into the track.

Really?

Thank you so much.

Just one question. How
are we gonna get back in?

Because I think they're
gonna be looking for us.

Well, Rufus will
ride up front with me.

And you two are
getting in another way.

You two all right back there?

Yeah, we're fine.

Right?

So far so good.

So, if you're an engineer
who can't fix an engine,

what kind of engineer are you?

I work with other
types of machines.

Time-related ones.

Clocks?

You need schooling for that?

Ever heard of MIT?

I heard of it. One of the best.

-Can't be too many
black folk there. Yeah.

Yeah, well, you know how it is.

One foot in front of the
other, and never quit.

Sure do.

That's how I plan on
attacking NASCAR

and start winning races.

Got your work cut out for you.

Hell.

What's too tough
for everyone else

is just right enough for us.

I'm sorry. I'm so...
Wildly claustrophobic?

-Not helping. -Sorry.

-God! -Here.

You know what, why don't
you just hang on to me?

Is that stuff you said
about your dad true?

I don't know how you do that.

Just call him a bastard one second,
and the next, be laughing about it.

Maybe it's because I
drove his car into a lake.

I just sort of let
it go after that.

You're lucky you
never admired him.

Of course I admired
him. He was my dad.

For years, I thought that every
terrible thing he did was my fault.

I revered my mother.

I thought she was

superwoman.

Come to find out
that's she's just terrible.

Maybe it's a good thing.

What do you mean?

Well, now you know.

You know for sure
you can move on.

Nothing ahead but the open road.

Paid the race fees
this morning, Carl.

Looking for some unfamiliars.

White couple and a Negro.
Took a run at Millerson.

I know you?

That's George, my cousin.

On my pit crew. You've
seen him half a dozen times.

How is it going, Carl?

We don't all look
alike, you know.

Anyway, gotta search your trunk.

Look, I'm in a rush, but...

There's 10 bucks if you let us
skate on by and get to racing.

Many thanks.

Now open your trunk.

-This really necessary? -Now!

All good?

Told you I had it.

You all right?

I wasn't expecting that.

Didn't mean to interrupt.

Ryan.

Hey, baby.

You can't be here
in your condition.

Go home and rest.

No, I might have, but that
reporter that stopped by earlier

came and got me and
said you wanted me here.

Hey.

My eyes on you won't
make you nervous.

Make you calm, right?

Right.

I love you.

I love you back.

Take her away from here.

I'm begging you. Please.

What does it matter if
she's just part of your cover?

I'll be sitting right next
to her in the stands.

Carry out your
mission, or she dies.

It's that simple.
You understand?

Yes.

Ryan!

Press wants a few last photos
and interviews before the big race.

-Of course. -Come on in, fellas.

Gather around.

-Look over there. -Who's that?

Those are the guys from
Ford, GM, and Chrysler.

Ryan's gonna ram into them
with that bomb, kill them all.

Good Lord.

- We gotta get into Millerson's garage.
- Just gonna go in there without a gun?

Well, we don't really
have another choice.

Getting in isn't the
problem, getting out is.

I got it.

It's cold, so I'll Casper.

You head in and rip a cherry,

then make a snow
angel and go to church.

Rip it? In front of everyone?

Do you have any idea
what they're talking about?

I think it's smuggler talk. That,
or they're both having a stroke.

All right. Yeah.

Wait, wait. You're
just gonna leave?

It's all good. Come on.

So, why did you decide to go
with Chevrolet as a sponsor?

Here is my answer.

- So, you're predicting first?
- By three laps.

I like being the
opposite of an underdog.

Makes me remember
that I was once...

You were once what?

Mr. Millerson?

Hey, somebody break it up.

Oh, my Lord!

What's going on?

-You two, stop it.
-Lookit, over there.

Somebody get the cops.

Ryan! Ryan, stop!

Stop!

Wyatt!

Go.

Come on.

He armed the bomb.

What? Then disarm it!

I gotta get to the engine.

No! Nol

Rufus!

Yep.

Wyatt, I don't know
if you know this,

but the bomb in this
car is pressure sensitive,

and you're going really fast.

Guys!

We got company.

Wyatt, it's still armed.

-Okay, I get it, Rufus. -Good.

Because if you so much
as hit a bug, we're done.

In order to get away from them, Rufus,
I might need to hit a couple of bugs!

Guys, they're gonna hit us!

We lost one.

If you want to slow
down, feel free.

Too fast. You're
gonna hit the car.

How are we doing?

You sure that won't go off?

Yeah, pretty sure.

I think so. Just kidding.

Well, thank you for everything.

Wasn't nothing, ma'am.

That was some driving out there.

We should hit the
tracks sometime.

You have no idea how amazing
it is you're asking me to do that.

I'll be here.

-Like that? -That's pretty good.

It's gonna catch on at some point,
so, you know, you'll be a trendsetter.

Maybe.

I'll have won my first
race for sure by then.

What? You don't
think I can do it?

It's not that. I'm sure
you will. It's just...

You really think they'll
give a black man the prize?

Of course not.

What? Y'all think I'm thick?

They ain't gonna call
no race for a black man.

Sure as hell won't
give me no trophy.

Then why do it?

I wanna race and be the best.

No more wisdom
behind it than that.

And if they don't
like it, screw "em.

Give them hell, Wendell.

You burned it.

Yeah, it's nothing.

Hey, it's fine.

You know what I was thinking?

Maybe we could make breakfast
for everyone in the morning?

You in?

Sure.

-See you in the morning.
-Good night.

Good night.

And it is with
this vision and...

Mr. Mason, quite a crowd out
there. We're about to open the doors.

-Great. Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Sir? You need to
come with us. Now.

Get your hands off me.
You know who I am?

You're Connor Mason, and you're
under arrest for conspiracy to commit fraud

and aiding and abetting
an enemy of the state.

You can't do this to me here.

You can walk out or
be carried. Pick one.

Thought you were first up.

You did it to
yourself. I warned you.

That was unforgivable.

Unforgivable is putting the team
in danger just to feed your own ego.

If you ever try to pull
anything like this ever again,

you will walk into a prison,
and you will never walk out.

Do you understand me?

Connor.

Yes.

Good.

You failed. That's
the short of it.

Yep. We failed ‘cause your daughter,
who you should have let me kill in 1818,

-is still out there.
-So, this is my fault?

I'm saying you share
some responsibility, yes.

Or for everything.

Two more of our soldiers
are dead after listening to you.

Our course will soon be set.

- Why, because of dear leader Nicholas?
- Watch your mouth.

Without his writings,
we wouldn't be here.

Where is "here" exactly?

Is your aloof, younger
grandfather ready to lead,

or is he still asking
for pickled eggs?

Ma'am, you have
to take a look at this.

What the hell is this?

It's a map.

Don't call it that.

A map is for explorers.

That isn't who we are.

Doesn't do us justice.

What we are, are artists.

Time is our canvas,
and this is our brush.

When did you do all this?

While the rest of you were
rolling your eyes at me,

contemplating whether or
not I was a competent leader.

Now it's time to begin
preserving human culture.

Taking what's best of us,

and subtracting and
sloughing away the worst.

Shaping, cutting away the
rock that is the human race,

until it resembles something
like Michelangelo's David.

Until it reaches

perfection everlasting.

We few will save the world.