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Previously on Timeless...

How do you know the
name "Rittenhouse"?

How do you think
I met your father?

It's in your blood.

They're not trying to kill her.
He was trying to recruit her.

I'm ready.

I was told if she
disrupted the mission,

you wouldn't be impartial
enough to make the decision.

Mom, be on the right
side of history. Mom!

Nicholas Keynes.

That's the soldier that they saved
and brought back to the present.

This manifesto.
Nicholas Keynes wrote it.

You're with Rittenhouse.

And who are you?

I'm your granddaughter.

- I didn't know you were married.
- Jessica died.

Does it mean that you have
to live the rest of your life

without anyone else?

Maybe I do need to
be open to possibilities.

Jessica?

Oh, my God.

Alice Parker.

The Colony of Massachusetts Bay
has found you guilty of witchcraft.

What say you?

They have found
wrong. I am no witch!

Then you will meet the same fate

as the seven who came
before you this afternoon.

No! I am not
guilty of the charge!

You will be hanged
from the neck until dead.

But I am not guilty
of the charge!

Can you not learn
silence, woman?

Look where your untamed
mouth has landed you.

Judge, I beg you!

Move along, Alice. It is time.

Alice Parker, the
conclusion of your life

will bring justice to the
good people of Salem.

Now, depart from this world.

Depart from this world,
and trouble us no further!

Hang her now!

It's you. What are
you doing here?

Mark, where the hell were
you? Happy hour is about to start.

Sorry, Jess.

Jess, how are you?

And bring me two more cases
of IPA, ‘cause I ordered four.

When is your shift over?
Can we have dinner?

You ignore my texts for two months,
and now, you wanna have dinner?

Two months?

Where did they send
you this time? The Moon?

“Who? ~The Army.

Unless you've been with someone
else these past eight weeks,

while I've been working doubles.

I came here as soon
as I got your text.

Well, I'm a little
busy right now.

So, we're going to
have to do this later.

Where are you staying?

Where am I staying?

I'll be right with
you, Gary. Yeah.

I'll send you the address.

Okay, I'll come by after work.

Trousers?

Excuse me?

When did women
begin dressing like men?

About 1922.

Couple of years after we
rescued you from that battlefield.

You're going to
damage your ears.

The shelling in the Great
War has already seen to that.

"World War 1," I mean.

Fast learner.
Runs in the family.

I dislike that exertion machine.

Yes, but we now know that
exercise is vital to our health,

and will help you
recover from the surgery.

Consider it gone.

Have you been catching
up on the reading?

Everything you prepared for me,

the history books, family
records, our enemies.

- This Garcia Flynn...
- He's locked up. Thanks to Lucy.

Right. What I'm about to
suggest won't be easy to hear.

Something must
be done about Lucy.

Nicholas, Lucy is your
great-granddaughter.

Emma filled me in on her
exploits. It's quite troubling.

-Lucy is misguided.
-She's a bad seed.

- You know...
- Lucy had an opportunity to join us.

But she refused, and
she's hampered our efforts.

- If you can't take care of her...
- No, I can handle my own daughter.

Bully. Now, go
earn your stripes.

God! -Sorry.

- Sorry. I blast the volume.
- I got to tell you something.

But you have to
promise to stay calm.

What are you talking
about? What's wrong?

Promise you're
not going to panic.

Okay, now, there is zero
percent chance of that happening,

- so, why don't you just tell me?
- Okay, right.

Something happened to
my head in the Lifeboat,

but I'm okay, I'm totally fine.

But the seizures are
more than seizures.

They're premonitions.

Of the future.

And lately, they've
been of your future.

Look, don't worry. I
have a confession.

I see dead people.

What? You're serious?

Look, I had a vision of
you with your arm hurt.

And then you came back
from 1955 with your arm hurt.

That's a coincidence,
okay? People hurt their arms!

I had another one. It was worse.
You're going to do something bad.

Bad, like, I'm gonna
forget your birthday?

Or bad like I screw up
the Louisiana Purchase?

The second one.

Look, Rufus, you've got to believe
me, okay? These visions are real.

Look, I'm trying, but even
for a time-traveling black guy,

this is a little
hard to swallow.

They're real. I saw it.

You were in colonial times, I
think. You're covered in blood,

and you're aiming a musket

at this Pilgrim-looking guy
with a scar on his left cheek.

And he is begging for his life.

Then you kill him.

Maybe he's a bad guy.

Or maybe it's the first Thanksgiving,
and I'm covered in cranberry sauce.

Right. Maybe.

The Mothership landed
in Salem, Massachusetts,

-September 22, 1692. -Pilgrims?

It's the height of
the witch trials.

Lucy, try Wyatt again. He
needs to get the hell back here.

I keep trying. I've
called him like 20 times!

-Lucy? -Where have you been?

I've been calling you for hours.

-I'm worried sick. -Lucy.

-What is going on? Lucy.

What?

Jessica is alive.

Somehow, we changed history,

and she's alive again.

That's... I don't...

- How is that possible?
- I don't know. She texted me.

I step off the Lifeboat, and I
get a text from my dead wife.

I don't understand.

Did we change something
that brought her back?

I don't know, but
she's real, Lucy.

Her hair is a little different, it's
shorter, but her eyes are the same.

Last time I saw those
eyes, she was dead.

But apparently, she
has lived for six years

that I don't know
anything about.

And I guess I wasn't a good
husband, or something and...

Well, now, you have
time to change all that.

-Don't you? -Yeah.

Lucy...

I'm so sorry.

Wyatt, I'm thrilled for you.

Yeah, but you and me...

She's your wife,
and you love her.

This is everything that you've wanted.
Everything that you've been hoping for.

This is a good thing.

And now, that
Jessica is back... Yeah.

Why did you call?

Is everything okay?

-Did the Mothership jump? -No.

Everything is fine here. Just focus
on figuring things out with Jessica.

Take whatever
time you need, okay?

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Lucy?

-Wyatt's not coming.
-You talked to him?

Jessica is alive.

Oh, my God!

-Jessica is...
-Jessica was dead?

Oh, my God! Yeah! In
our timeline, she was.

History must have changed
when we were back in the past.

According to the logs,
while we were in 1941,

the Mothership
jumped for like an hour.

San Diego, 1980.

“What?
-That must have changed history.

They were only gone
for such a short trip.

It doesn't make
any sense, unless...

Maybe Rittenhouse found Jessica's
killer and stopped the bastard.

Are you saying that Rittenhouse
brought Jessica back?

But why the hell
would they do that?

I don't know. Maybe
to throw Wyatt off?

You know, he quits
the team, starts a family.

See how well we did last
time we tried to replace him.

Okay, right now,
Rittenhouse is in Salem,

possibly ripping history
apart, and we're short a soldier.

Wyatt is doing what he
has to do, and so should we.

We can go after them
with or without a soldier.

It'd be better with.

The 22nd was the deadliest
day of the witch trials.

-Going to be brutal. -No way.

You stole the time machine,
you killed innocent people...

And you busted me out of jail.

The NSA suspects the Iranians,
and I plan on keeping it that way.

You are staying put.

Why do we have him here if
we aren't going to use him?

- We're using him for intel, not muscle.
- Come on, guys.

Fighting the good fight through
time is kind of my wheelhouse.

And I know all about Salem.

Burned a couple
witches in your day?

Witches weren't burned in
Salem, they were hanged.

Of the accused, only those who
refused to confess were executed.

And it all came to
a head on the 22nd,

when the final victims were
all hanged from the same tree,

one by one.

He's right. That's all true.

So, he's seen The Crucible.

He's still the guy that
tried to get me shot.

He's still a killer, Lucy.

He's a time-traveling killer,
and we share the same enemy.

I mean, come on, you can't
deny that Flynn has been effective.

Look, we are going to
colonial New England.

A woman and a black man
should travel with someone

who has more access.

I couldn't agree more.

Look, I kept my word and
I got you out of that cell.

I need to know that I
can trust you on this.

-Can I? -No.

The answer is "no."
You cannot trust him.

Can 1?

Okay.

Lucy is in charge, and
you will follow her lead.

Deal. Now, let's go find
some decent clothes.

We'll figure that out
once we get to Salem.

-I'll just take a gun. -Hell no!

If I'm going to be flying that thing,
there's no way he takes a gun.

I have a thing against
getting shot in the back.

Like that's the only way
I'd be able to kill you.

I knew living with Flynn was going
to suck, but this is much worse.

Little trouble with
your seatbelt?

I can see why this Lifeboat
was such a failed design.

It's cramped, cluttered,
not very impressive.

Still beat your ass
most of the time.

There we go. All set.

Careful. First-time travelers
tend to get a little nauseous.

- Not my first trip, pal.
- This isn't the Mothership.

I know. Flying coach sucks.

Come on. Cheer up,
kids. This will be fun.

There it is.

That's Proctor's Ledge.

A few hours from now, innocent
people will be hanged in that very spot.

- Poor women.
- Some men, too. The ones that spoke up.

It's all just awful.

Maybe we can keep
it from getting worse.

Which it easily could with a
sleeper agent somewhere back there.

Figured Salem would be creepy. I
just thought there would be more people.

These are dangerous,
paranoid times.

The noisier the accusations got,
the more people stayed inside.

Nobody wanted to be
spotted near the woods,

where the made-up rituals
were said to take place.

The woods? Where we are. Great.

You do realize that
witches aren't real, right?

Then what do you call that?

No, no, don't do that.

Rule number one, don't
run towards a demonic entity.

-Hello, there. Who are you?
-Abby, here.

Who asks?

I'm Isaiah, and this
is my manservant.

Easy, Isaiah.

I thought you guys used aliases.

My name is Lucy, and this is
Rufus. We're in from Boston.

Here to be entertained by
this afternoon's hangings,

I imagine.

Murder in Salem? Let
the judges be judged.

Looks like we agree
these trials are unfair.

These trials are more than
unfair. They are murderous.

Women are dying, innocent women.

That may not vex
you, but it vexes me.

We are vexed, but what
my wife failed to explain

was that we're here
because we wanted to help.

Help? Me?

Yes, my husband and I are from
the Old South Church in Boston.

Reverend Willard sent us.

My apology. I easily ruffle, and
friends have been few recently.

You do realize how dangerous it
is to speak out on a day like today.

I couldn't live with
myself if I stayed quiet.

I must say something. Which is
what I will soon do at Ingersoll's Tavern.

Tavern?

Beer is proof that God
wants us to be happy.

This is where
you've been staying?

Well,

it's better that that dump we
stayed in on our honeymoon.

Remember that night?

Yeah. Do you remember the
last time we saw each other?

And then you disappeared for
two months without saying anything.

Do you remember that?

Yeah, I remember some of it.

But my memory is a little hazy.

It's been a rough couple of
months. Can you remind me?

You're serious?

The last time I saw you was
the night we met with Todd.

Right.

Who's Todd?

Todd. Dr. Todd Jankowski,
the marriage counselor.

You still haven't
learned his name?

Look, this isn't how
I wanted to do this,

but it's only fair I
do it in person, so...

It's divorce papers.

You already signed them.

We have to face it. We're not
the couple we wanted to be.

- I've changed, Jess.
- You're drunk five nights a week!

You're jealous. And everytime
I leave, you beg me to stay,

you promise you'll change,

and you do change, and then three
weeks later, you just change right back.

I'm done.

I've just been going
through some stuff.

I'm begging you, please.
Give me one more chance.

- Together forever, right?
- Wyatt, we're never together.

You have some fantasy
of what this marriage is.

You're putting me on this
pedestal. I'm not that person.

You know what? You are to me.

I need you.

Order! Silence in the tavern!

- Bring in the prisoners.
- That's John Hathorne.

The Justice of the Peace
overseeing the witch trials.

Last week, a petition was
submitted to Governor Phips,

begging for the guilty
verdict to be overturned,

and the accused to be released.

Well, I have his
reply right here,

received just in
the nick of time.

The nine accused witches...

Nine? I thought there
was supposed to be eight.

Will be executed!

Yeah! -As planned!

Stop!

I call for a new trial.

On what grounds?

On the grounds that there
is no such thing as a witch.

Stop!

The marks on Mary's hand

appeared after her neighbor's
hogs were found dead.

The hogs she choked to
death in a sacrifice to the devil.

Those hogs died of starvation.

Because her neighbor is a
drunk, not because she is a witch.

Martha was heard casting spells
on us all as she walked through town.

She talks to the birds.

She's eccentric. Being
eccentric is not a crime.

Her accuser was struck blind
during her trial. The result of a spell.

Her accuser is a 12-year-old
girl with an active imagination.

The only one who
is blind here is you!

Settle down.

In order to administer justice
on these nine condemned souls,

I must read this
order of the court.

-Nine souls. ~The
final conviction...

Who's the ninth?

After very reliable accusation.

Who is Abiah Franklin?

Right here.

I am Abby Franklin.

- No, no, no. This can't happen.
- What can't happen?

Abiah Franklin, you have
been convicted of witchcraft,

and are hereby
sentenced to be hanged.

Arrest her with the others.

- She can't die. She cannot die.
- Lucy, who's Abby?

Abby Franklin is
Benjamin Franklin's mother.

If she's executed today, Benjamin
Franklin will never be born.

Stop! Stop, please!

How can you not see? If
we do not hang together,

we will all hang
separately! Cowards!

That woman is Benjamin
Franklin's mother?

Not yet. She won't give birth
to him for another 14 years.

So, Rittenhouse is using
the Salem witch trials

to take out Benjamin Franklin.
Why would they do that?

Think about it.

Franklin made it okay for us
to criticize the people in charge.

Killing Ben Franklin, or
everything that he stands for,

it's a step towards tyranny.

Tell me you're done
looking for a weapon.

Damn Puritans! No one
even has a butter knife.

-Happy now? -A little bit.

There. That's the
guy Jiya told me about.

- What guy?
- Look, I got to tell you something.

I know this is going to sound crazy,
but ever since Jiya took that ride

in the Lifeboat, she's
been having visions.

-Visions of what? ~The future.

My future.

Even before the
Mothership jumped here,

she saw me kill some Pilgrim-looking
guy with a scar on his left cheek.

If she's fantasizing about Puritans,
you've got bigger problems, man.

If I'm going to kill a guy,
wouldn't it make sense

it's some sleeper agent
Rittenhouse embedded in Salem?

See! Look. That's him.
The scar on his left cheek.

What? That guy's too
feeble to be the sleeper agent.

That's who Jiya warned me about.

Hey, hey, hey!
Where are you going?

I want to see if your
girlfriend's crystal ball works.

- What are you doing here?
- Came in to make water.

Let me go.

Tell us what you know
about Abby Franklin.

I know nothing about
that! Many accus...

Flynn, can we hear him talk?

-Please? -You are no fun.

Speak.

Many accusations are reported to
us by those closest to the accused.

-What do you mean by "us"?
~The judges. I work under Hathorne.

- Sewall, Samuel.
- You're Judge Samuel Sewall.

Papal

Betty, get out of here at once.

Please. Not in
front of the child.

Papa, what's
happening? Who are they?

If you tell anyone
about any of this,

and I'm going to come after
you. You understand me?

-Papal -Do you understand?

Get the hell out of here. Now!

Well, then who is it, then?

I mean, if he's not the
sleeper, who accused Abby?

He did say accusations often come from
people who are closest to the accused.

Ben Franklin's aunt.

Of course. Abby's sister was one of
the most outspoken accusers in Salem.

Any idea where to find her?

If something happened to you...

You're the one going off on
secret missions all over the world.

You're worried something
is going to happen to me?

-Jess... -What? At the bar?

Listen, you don't
get how rare this is.

What we have and how it
can all be taken away like that.

Right. Because a soldier's
wife has no idea what it's like

to live in fear for
someone she loves.

You know what?

You're right. I can't imagine
what it's like to be married to me.

I'm never there, and when I
am, it's like I'm not even there.

Yeah, that's bull,
and you know it.

I put up with the cold
dinners and the lonely nights

because I am proud
of you and what you do.

But the whispered conversations that
end the minute I come into the room,

the partial answers,
the half truths, it's just...

I love you.

But I can't be married
to a state secret.

No. I'm going to
tell you everything.

The whole truth.

But you got to come with me.

You know, in the play, all the
Salem accusers were teenage girls.

In reality, some of the most
vicious accusers were adults.

Abby's sister, Bathsheba,
and her husband included.

Maybe they're involved in this.

You're not as fearful
as I remember.

All that time alone with
Rittenhouse has toughened you up?

"Cause if you think that was bad,
you should try six months in solitary.

You at least had
some people to talk to.

You're right.

My mother and I had some
amazing heart-to-hearts

while I was her prisoner.

That has to be the house.

Yeah, I think I'm going to pass
on the Puritan Chainsaw Massacre.

Maybe I should scope out the jailhouse,
see if there's a way to get Abby out.

-Be careful? Yeah.

And meet us back
at that tavern, okay?

Boston is 15 miles away.
Must have taken you two all day.

You're welcome to stay for
dinner. We're having venison.

No, we're not hungry.

Venison? You're a hunter?

No, I haven't touched a gun in
years. I'm a God-fearing man.

We hope to speak to
you and your wife together.

-Bathsheba, was it?
-That's right.

-Strong name. -Strong woman.

-You journeyed from Boston.
-That's right.

Salem has had all sorts of visitors.
These trials have touched us all.

In fact, Joseph told me
just today, my own sister

has been convicted of taking up the
Dark Arts and will soon be punished.

A blessing, I suppose.

If not for Abby, then for our
village to be freed from such evil.

Cut the crap, Bathsheba.

I know that you've been making up
lies, accusing women of witchcraft.

Martha Corey was your
neighbor, wasn't she?

And you got into a
dispute over a property line,

and that's why you accused her.

You may have everyone
else in Salem fooled,

but you don't fool me.

What makes you think
you can know such things?

How did they get you to do it? Did
they threaten you, did they bribe you?

You sold out your sister
for money, didn't you?

- How dare you?
- Who wanted you to accuse her?

I demand that you leave at once!

We will not be spoken to in
such a manner in our own home!

We will speak how we speak.

-No! Stop! Stop! -No.

You're right. I have accused
women, but not Abby.

Not my own sister.

It's not going to be
as easy as you think.

Apparently, Puritans
can really build a jail.

We have to get
Abby out of there.

I vote blood bath, but I just
need to find a damn musket.

-Crap. It's Sewall. “What?

Rufus, he's not the agent,
okay? Just forget about him.

Forget about him? Jiya
said she saw me kill him.

For the past year,
everyone kept saying

that I was going to
become this horrible person.

You know what I did?
I just walked away.

Did you?

Do you remember
what Flynn used to say?

One day, we'll be
fighting side by side. Well...

You're right. What do I know?

Look, I can't pretend to know
what you're going through,

with Wyatt off with Jessica, and your
mom doing whatever it is she's doing,

but I'm starting to get this
whole fate versus free will thing,

and boy, is it a lot!

Stay right there, stranger. Need
a word with you and your friends.

-Get him! -After him!

Good thing we got
Flynn to help us out.

There she is! There's Lucy!

Who just said your name?

Right there!

She's a witch.

This is where you
work? What is this place?

-Just follow me.
-Why are we whispering?

I just want to show you
around, explain a few things first.

All right. Let me know
if you hear anything.

You've got to be kidding me.

I understand things change,
but you brought her down here?

You don't think I want to
bring my family down here, too?

But we know the drill
and we signed up for it.

Wyatt, we found out
Rittenhouse went back to 1980.

San Diego.

Rittenhouse changed history
and brought Jessica back.

What choice did I have? For all
I know, she could be in danger.

If Rittenhouse brought her
back, she could be the danger.

You can read me the riot
act till you're blue in the face,

but she has seen the bunker.
It's not a secret anymore.

Nothing left for you to
do except let her stay.

Wyatt...

You have no idea what
I have been through.

Six years ago, I buried my wife,
and now, she's back from the dead.

What?

Jess.

- Oh, my God! You are Connor Mason.
- You must be Jessica.

You know Connor Mason?

Sorry we're meeting again
under such circumstances.

It's all just

so much more
awful than I thought.

When the trials first started,

I knew that being
accused was a possibility.

But that didn't make
it any less painful.

My own friends, people I trusted
sitting there, as they took me away.

I can imagine.

The worst part is that they dragged
my good name through the mud with me.

Dying is one thing.
Dying in disgrace?

The things they said
we did are not true.

Look at Alice Parker.

They said that she stuck pins
in a puppet and killed a man.

It was my childhood doll.

I just like dolls.

And Martha Corey,

they said she snuck into the
woods to sign the devil's book.

It's a lie. I am a Gospel woman.

You don't have to defend
your reputation to me.

You're not like the other women,
and that makes people uncomfortable.

So, they mock you, and
they tell you you're stupid.

But you refuse to change.

And then that makes people
mad, so they attack you,

call you evil.

They call you a witch.

I know that none
of that is true.

So, you talk to birds,
so, you like dolls,

so, you refuse to confess to
being something that you're not.

That's brave.

And I'm proud to
be in your company.

Keep distance from me.

You know black and white
necks snap just the same, right?

Lucy. Lucy, are you okay?

Lucy. -How could you do this?

You left me no choice.

-I had orders.
-I'm not talking about me.

I'm talking about
Benjamin Franklin.

How could you send an
agent to wipe him from history?

There's no agent here.
This mission is all me.

I accused Abby.

It's a necessary sacrifice
for a better future.

And Wyatt? Why did
you bring his wife back?

There's no time.

If you agree to come
back to the present with me,

I know we can convince
Nicholas. We can go home together.

I'm begging you.

I'd rather be hanged.

You were always so stubborn.

Listen to me. Get
yourself out of this.

I'll find you. I'll take
you to the Mothership.

This may be your
last chance. Mine, too.

Time for the gallows.

What are you doing here?
What did you do to our home?

I could see it in your
eyes. You have arifle here.

-Where is it? -Get out of here.

Where is the rifle?

Stop right there!

I knew it

Finally.

Make way for
these agents of hell.

Abiah Franklin.

The Colony of Massachusetts Bay
has found you guilty of witchcraft.

-Any luck? -Not yet.

-Let me try. -Okay.

Send her to hell!

Hang her now!

It's Flynn!

Hurry. Come on.

Abby. We're right here.

Lucy!

Lucy!

Go. Go help them. Gol

I'm so glad Flynn found a gun.

-Lucy, your arm.
-It will be fine.

We can still do it, Rufus.
We can still save them.

-All of them?
-We can sure as hell try.

All right. I like this Lucy.

She may be reckless, Sarah Connor,
agrees-with-Flynn Lucy, but I dig her.

-Grab his knife. -Got it.

-Help me. -Okay, okay.

Run, run!

-Come on, run as fast as you can!
-Go, gol

Wait. Thank you.

Take all the women
to New Hampshire.

Stay away from Salem. Next
year, come back to Boston.

There will be more people
there with open minds.

-And you? Where will you go?
-I'll be fine.

You there! You attacked me
in that barn, and now, this?

Think you can escape?

Run.

-You cannot do this. -Sewall.

Those women have
been lawfully convicted.

Your laws are a
little bit backwards.

Just because you do
not believe in our laws

does not mean that
you can break them.

Do me a favor. Walk
away, just get out of here.

- Listen to me! Go home!
- Put down your weapon.

Leave me alone, man.

I don't want to shoot you.

Just go home to your daughter.

Please.

No!

Come on. Keep breathing.

I didn't shoot youl You're
not supposed to die!

-No. -It's okay.

Those women today, they
were all supposed to die.

Pretty big change you were
willing to make to history, huh?

It's not what I'm willing to do,
it's what I'm not willing to do.

I can't sit back and watch
innocent people die anymore.

To hell with what's meant to
happen. And to hell with my mother.

You're nothing
like her. You know?

Yeah. I know.

Let's go home. I'm
starting to miss Wyatt.

You hanging in there, Jessica?

You don't actually expect
me to believe all this, do you?

- You may want to finish that.
- Just keep looking.

-Try not to freak out. -Okay.

Okay, so, wait, the
Salem witch revolt

wasn't the history you
knew before you left.

No, the revolt was us.

It used to be known as
the Salem witch trials.

Which is where the term
"witch hunt" comes from.

Witch hunt?

It is... Was an expression

that meant going after
someone who didn't deserve it.

Like what I did to
our Pilgrim friend.

Didn't go down exactly
as you said it would, but...

-Wait, so did you shoot him?
-No.

But he ended up dead, anyway,
because of what you told me.

Your visions are why
we went after him,

why he followed us, why he died.

So, you're saying what
happened was my fault.

How can you hold me responsible for
something that was bound to happen?

That's the thing! It
wasn't bound to happen.

We bound it to happen.

Trying to avoid this whole
thing is why I ran head first into it.

It's a loop or a paradox.

Whatever it is, can't you see how
much this messes with my mind?

I'm not going to apologize
for telling you the truth.

I don't want you to apologize.

I just think, maybe,
you were right.

Maybe you shouldn't tell
me what's in your visions.

It's freezing in here.

Do you know how long
I waited for this meal?

Three minutes. I never
even left the automobile.

Tacos. Fast food. Drive through.

Drive through.

It muddles the mind. What do people
do all day? Everything is so easy.

Nicholas, about today.

That terrorist, Flynn,
showed up in Salem.

- He is how Lucy got away.
- Was that how it happened?

- I'm taking you off the Lucy assignment.
- That's not necessary.

Some of us are willing to do
difficult things in order to survive.

And some of us aren't.

It's clear you can't do
what needs to be done.

It's not your fault.
You're only a mother.

Nicholas, think
about our family.

-Our future. -l am.

And you don't need to
worry about Lucy anymore.

She's our problem now.

Sorry, this is the only place
we could speak privately.

This is not going to be
easy for you to understand.

But when you died...

-I'm alive, Wyatt! -I know.

But you weren't.

Six years ago, in my reality,

we were driving and
we got into a fight.

And you got out
of the car, and...

I let you go.

I went back home.

And I waited for
you to come back,

and you never came back.

Because you were dead.

-You had been murdered.
-In your reality.

I identified your body, Jess.

I watched the coroner put
you in the back of the van.

I grieved at your funeral.
I cried with your family.

My whole world ended that night.

That's impossible.

Until Connor Mason
invented a time machine.

This is real, Jess.

So, when I tell you
that I've changed,

I am literally not the same guy that
you have known for the last six years.

I don't know who that
guy was, or what he did,

but I'm sure he
deserved to lose you.

But I am begging you.

Please give me one last chance.

Please.