All language subtitles for Timeless.S02E02.The.Darlington.500.1080p.10bit.AMZN.WEB-DL.AAC5.1.HEVC-Vyndros

WYATT: Previously on
Timeless...

SOLDIER: Help!
That's why we're here.

To save his life.

His name is Nicholas Keynes.

NICHOLAS: Where am I?
You're with Rittenhouse.

In the year 2018.

And who are you?
I'm your granddaughter.

Your mother's Rittenhouse?

You have 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 or me.

Mom.

Mom!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Jiya.

The Mothership visited
ten different destinations.

History could've 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, 1918, he worked
his way up through the ranks.

Emma, she'd been in
the late 1800s for ten years.

I mean, 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's happened.
I'll only talk to Lucy.

(VINTAGE UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

What're you doing
up already?

You know that track
like the palm of your hand.

Turn three's got
a weird camber to it.

Would be a good place
to pass

if Jimmy or Wendell
makes a run on me.

Quit your worrying.
Not worrying.

Planning.

Well.

(MUSIC INCREASES VOLUME)

Then let's plan together.

* *

(ENGINE RUNNING)

* *

Didn't realize
he was married.

Two caskets instead of one?

Three, counting
the bun in the oven.

(MENACING MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

Drive faster.

(TOOLS WHIRRING AND SCRAPING)

RUFUS: Okay, output?

JIYA: Still 14.4.
Damn it.

I'd have to rip up the
whole board and start again.

Hand me the T10 Torx.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(TOOL CLANKS ON GROUND)

(SOFTLY)
It's not real.

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

RUFUS: Jiya.

Jiya.

You okay?

Yeah, totally fine.

(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

A little light reading, huh?

Oh, just Rittenhouse's
creepy cult manifesto.

That stuff's crazy.

Crazy my mother believes in.

Can I ask you something?

What'd 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.

So she's spying on me?
She's worried about you.

We all are.

I appreciate
everyone's concern, but

I'm fine.

(ALARM BLARES)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

DENISE: What do you mean
there's nothing?

LUCY: 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?
RUFUS: So, then what?

We just pick
a direction
and start walking?

LUCY: I have an idea.

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

who know more about
Rittenhouse than we do.

Who?
She's talking about Flynn.

Mmm, mmm-mmm.

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
'cause we set him up.

Well, we did set him up.

More you than us, but, yeah.

Who... Who's counting?

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

DENISE: Because he's unhinged.

We can't trust a word he says.

Okay, well, if anyone
has a better idea,

say it.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

(BUZZER BLARES)

(DOOR CLANKS OPEN)

* *

No offense, Lucy,
but you have looked better.

Rittenhouse has gone
to South Carolina, 1995.

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.

LUCY: I wanna finish
what we started.

I wanna take down
Rittenhouse for good.

Oh, 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 wanna avenge their deaths?

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

and rot knowing that
their deaths were in vain.

There was a South Carolina
address on a Rittenhouse agent
I killed.

145 Fuller Sreet.

And I think the city
was called Darlington.

That's all I have.

This one's free.

The next one will cost you.

(BUZZER BLARES)

* *

These clothes
are from Old Navy.

Yeah and the badge looks like
it's from the 99 Cent 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 like one of the greatest
NASCAR drivers of all time.

NASCAR?
Yeah, not my sport.

He wins the first
Daytona 500 in '59.

He's up there with
guys like Lee Petty and...

And Junior Johnson
and Tim Flock.

Oh, you guys really
are coastal elites.

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

Well,
we're about to find out.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

Jiya.

(LIFEBOAT CLANKS AND WHIRS)

* *

(LIFEBOAT BOOMS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

CAROL: Nicholas?

How are you feeling?

We've, uh, followed
your writings to the T.

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 printmaker.

Yes, but this...
This tablet
that I showed you,

this would make
things a lot...
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, uh, hundred-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've loved
talking to y'all.

You said Ryan's at the track?
To practice.

Not to practice,
no, to race.

Today's 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.

I will.

You mind telling us
what these other
reporters looked like?

The man was very serious,
and the woman, well,

red hair and
a lot of freckles.

God's kisses, right?
Right.

Oh, do... Do you know her?

(CHUCKLES) Yes, uh,

more of a professional rival,
if you will.

(VINTAGE ROCK AND ROLL
MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

(CHATTER)
Get your popcorn here.

* *

Oh, man,
that's a '49 Ford sedan.

'48 Ford Super Deluxe
with an inline six.

(ENGINES REVVING)

These are original stock cars,
no restorations.

(CHUCKLES)

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?

Covering 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.

MAN: Excuse me, boy.

No, sorry.
Excuse me.

Ugh, 1955 in the South.

Not exactly a prime place
for black folk.

(GRUNTS)

(ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHATTER)

* *

Tell that to him.

That's...
MAN: Wendell Scott.

Why'd you hit my boy?

Son of a...

I was talking to you.

No, no,
not toward the fighting.

Why'd you hit my boy?

Caught your dumbass boy
mucking in my engine,
so I laid him out.

Got a feeling you sent him.
And 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?

True.

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.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(HAMMER CLANKS)

* *

Y'all really cops?

Well, yeah, I'm a chief.
Uh, the deputy...

Yes, sir, Wyatt Logan.

Big fan of yours.

Makes you one lonely fella.
(CHUCKLES)

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

Is this Old Rusty?

Car that made
the Fall Creek Run.

How do you know about that?

My dad's a driver.
Not a racer.

But he taught me some moves.

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

WYATT: Is it true you were
running moonshine,

and when you saw
the police roadblocks,

you threw it into 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 the chain,
no charges filed.

You, uh...
It's fine.

(CHUCKLES)

Is that moonshine?

Just to show appreciation
for what you did for me?

Thank you.
Oh, I'll take that.

We actually, um,
don't want any moonshine,

we just wanna know if you know
who Ryan Millerson is.

Everybody knows
Ryan Millerson.

LUCY: Oh.
RUFUS: 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... I was...
I was... I was...
Never mind.

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

Okay, thank you.
(CHUCKLES)

What was that?
What're you doing?

It's the nod.

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

Oh.
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?

Well, 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?

He only won a Grand National
in 1963, but...

But?
He won by two laps, but
they marked him third.

Wendell argued, eventually
they gave him the prize money,

after all the fans had left.
Jesus.

So he never got
the glory or the trophy.

Huh, hunk of junk, fast ride,
smuggler, rebel, racer,

and made the Fall Creek Run in
less than twelve parsecs?

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

Yeah.
Come on.

(ENGINES REV)

(CROWD CHEERING)

How'd you know
about Fall Creek Run?

You a bootlegger
before you became a cop?

I was.

Misspent youth.

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

(CHUCKLES)
Until I start winning
the big races, anyway.

Well, I'm sure you're gonna.

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

Yep, that's him.

Wyatt Logan,
notorious bootlegger.

(LUCY CHUCKLES)
I was.

(CHUCKLES)
No, seriously.

I used to run stuff
across the Texas border.

Oh, what,
like you ran moonshine?

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

A little more illegal.

LUCY: How old were you?
About 15.

You guys never asked.
Y'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.

WENDELL: 'Ey, Bobby.
See you later.

Come on, fan boy.

RYAN:
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...

A woman with red hair
and freckles
and an evil stare?

I think I'd remember
somebody like that.

RUFUS: Hey, Ryan.

Has anyone, uh,
been in here recently?

I don't think so.

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

Ryan, there's
something in here,

looks like a trigger install.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

WYATT: Whoa. It's a bomb.

* *

Guys?

RUFUS: He's the Rittenhouse
sleeper agent?

How's he the sleeper?

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Well, what do we have here?

The prodigal princess
and her boy toys.

Hello, Emma.

Hand over your weapon.

What're 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.

Que sera, sera.

Do it.

You want me to kill
Carol's daughter?

I'm ordering you to.
Do it.

(GRENADE BOOMS AND HISSES)

WYATT: Go, go, go.
(GUNSHOTS RICOCHET)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

Over here.

* *

(DISTANT SIRENS WAILING)

All clear.

What the hell was that thing
you threw back there?

Fire extinguisher grenade,
obviously.

Obviously.
Well, thanks.

Quit nodding at me.

Sorry.
Who the hell are those folks?

Bad people.

Why are they trying
to hurt Ryan?

Well, Ryan's one of them.

I've known Ryan
for six years.

He's a good man,
churchgoing.

And a communist.

Communist?
In South Carolina?

That's right, Ryan Millerson
is a known communist

who has embedded himself in
American society for years.

How do you know that?

Because we work
for the government,

hunting down those guys.

That's right.
We're commie hunters.

(ENGINE RUMBLES)
Damn.

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

Good news is my garage
is just up the way.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

(ENGINE HISSING)

(WRENCH CLANKS)

I don't understand. I thought
you said that Ryan Millerson

was some golden boy
of NASCAR or something.

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?

Sort of came out of nowhere,
in like, '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.

Uh, Rittenhouse
dropped him off,

he lived his life and then
he became a racing legend.

Which means that Rittenhouse
already changed history.

No, 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.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

This is it.

It's this race,
the Darlington 500.

Damn it. I should've
thought about that.

RUFUS: What is it?

This is one of the biggest
races of the year.

All the car companies'
CEOs are here,

the 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.

I mean, they could
basically run Detroit,

which, you know,
in '55 was still a big deal.

Hey, Wendell.

What?

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

* *

DENISE: 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.

(ENGINES REVVING)

(CHEERING)

Yeah!

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's just a way to have fun
while I wait here
for you to come back.

The kid was an accident.

What about those three
that came in here?

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.

You'll be fine.

Maybe it'd be
smarter to wait.

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.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

(ENGINE GRINDING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

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's 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.

You guys mess
with Ryan Millerson,

the most popular driver
on this 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.
WYATT: Look.

People are gonna die.
Or you're completely nuts.

Uh, what the hell
are you doing?

Uh, 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, I... Ah!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait, wait, wait,
are you okay?

Oh, my God.
Yeah, some engineer.

Take this for his arm,

and get the hell
out of my garage.

We are so screwed.
Maybe not.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

WOMAN: Right this way,
Mr. Mason.

And you'll be seated
right here.

CONNOR: Well, that's perfect,
thank you.
Okay, 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?
That's 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.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

Wanker.

(SIGHS)

Damn it.
It was right there.

Clogged fuel filter?

I fixed it.

We really are
telling the truth.

I am a fan.

I was a bootlegger.

And people really are
in danger.

You gotta get us onto
that track, man.

Let's see how you did.

These floats tend
to get stuck.

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, uh,

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.

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.

(CHUCKLES)

What'd 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 racketing.

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.

(LAUGHS)

Ran it till the pistons blew
and I drove the damn thing
straight into a lake.

Mmm.

(STIRRING MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

Give it a shot.
Yeah.

* *

(ENGINE GRINDING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

Well...

(CLAPS ONCE)

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

Really?
(SOFT LAUGH)

(CLEARS THROAT)
Thank you, so much, um...

Just one question.

How are we gonna get back in?

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

Yeah, Rufus will ride
up front with me.

And you two are getting in
another way.

(VINTAGE ROCK AND ROLL
MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

You two a'ight 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.

Start winning races.

Got your work
cut out for you.

Hell.

What's too tough
for everyone else,

that's just right enough
for us.

(STIRRING MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

* *

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

Not helping.
Sorry.

(CAR THUMPS)
Ooh.

Oh, God.
Here.

Why don't you just hang...
Hang on to me?

* *

Is all that stuff
you said about your dad true?

* *

Hmm.

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 'cause I drove
his car into a lake.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I just sort of
let it go after that.

Hmm.

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
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.

(LAUGHTER)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(VINTAGE ROCK AND ROLL
MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

(DISTINCT CHATTER)

Paid the race fees
this morning, Carl.

CARL: Looking for
some unfamiliars.

White couple and a Negro.

Took a run at Millerson.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

I know you?

That's George,
my cousin.

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

How's it going, Carl?

We don't all look alike,
you know.

Anyway,
gotta search your trunk.

Look, man, I'm in a rush,
but, uh,

give you ten bucks, you let us
skate on by and get to racing.

* *

Many thanks.

Now open your trunk.

* *

* *

This really necessary...
Now.

* *

All good?

* *

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

Told you I had it.

(THUMP)

(ENGINES REV)

(LAUGHTER)
You all right?

Wasn't expecting that.

(STIRRING MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

Didn't mean to interrupt.

(ENGINES REVVING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

Ryan.

Hey, baby.

You can't be here
in your condition.

Go home and rest, huh?

Well, might've, 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.

Well, 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.

MAN: Ryan.

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

'Course.
Come on in, fellas.

Gather around.

(ENGINES REVVING)

Look over there.
Who's that?

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

Ryan's gonna ram into them
with that bomb.

Kill 'em all.

Good Lord.

We gotta get
in Millerson's garage.

We're just gonna go
in there without a gun?

Well, we don't really
have any other 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 smuggle talk.

That or they're both
having a stroke.

Come on, man.
All right, yeah.

Wait, wait.
You're just gonna leave?

It's all good.
Come on.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

REPORTER:
So why'd you decide to go
with Chevrolet as a sponsor?

Here's my answer.
(LAUGHTER)

So you're predicting first?

By three laps.
(SURPRISED CHATTER)

I like being the opposite
of an underdog.

Makes me remember
that I was once a...

REPORTER: (DISTANT)
You were once what?

Uh...

REPORTER: Mr... Mr. Millerson?

(GRUNTS)

MAN 1: Hey, somebody
break it up.

Hey, stop it!

MAN 2: You two, stop it now.

MAN 1: Somebody get the cops.

(GUNSHOT)

(CLAMORING)

(GRUNTS)

(NECK SNAPS)

* *

Ryan!

Ryan, stop.

Stop!
(ENGINE STARTS)

(GUNSHOTS BLAST)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

Wyatt.

Go, come on.

* *

He armed the bomb.

What?
Then disarm it!

I gotta get to the engine.

MRS. MILLERSON:
(SCREAMS) No!

(SOBS)

* *

WYATT: Rufus!
(GUNSHOTS BLAST)

(ENGINE REVS)

(BULLETS CLANK ON STEEL)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

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

but the bomb in this car
is pressure-sensitive

and we are going really fast.

* *

(SIRENS WAILING)

Guys!

We've 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.

Well, in order to get
away from them, Rufus,

I might need to hit
a couple of bugs.

Guys, they're gonna hit us.
(GEAR CLANKS)

(CHUCK BERRY'S
CAN'T CATCH ME PLAYING)

* *

(LAUGHS)

* I bought a brand-new
air-mobile

* It custom-made
'Twas a Flight DeVille

* With a powerful motor
and some hideaway wings

Hang on.

* You can hear her sing

* You can't catch me

* Baby, you can't catch me

You lost one!
Hang on.

* 'Cause if you
get too close

* You know I'm gone
like a cool breeze

If you wanna slow down,
feel free.

* Sweetest little thing
I've ever seen

* I'm gonna name you
Maybellene

* Flyin' on the beam,
set on flight control

* Radio tuned
to rock 'n' roll

* Two, three hours
passed us by

(TIRES SQUEALING)

* *

Too fast,
you're gonna hit the car.

* Let's go on home
before we run out of gas

* Now you can't catch me

(SIRENS WAILING)

* No baby you can't catch me

* *

* 'Cause if you
get too close

* You know I'm gone
like a cool breeze *

(LAUGHTER)

Phew!

How we doing?

(LAUGHS)

(VICTORIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

Uh, 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 track some time.

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?

Y'all don't think I can do it?
We...

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.
(CHUCKLES)

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.

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 'em hell, Wendell.

(LIFEBOAT BOOMS AND WHIRS)

(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

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.

I'll 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.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

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.

* *

VINCENT: Thought
you were first up.

(BUZZER BLARES)

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've let me kill
in 1918, is still out there.

So this is my fault.

I'm saying you share
some responsibility, yes.

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.

(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

What the hell is this?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

* *

It's a map.

Don't call it that.

A map is for explorers.

That isn't who we are.

It doesn't do us justice.

What we are are artists.

Time is our canvass,
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
at the rock

that is the human race, until
it resembles something like
Michelangelo's David.

Until it reaches...

(MENACING MUSIC PLAYING)

Perfection everlasting.

* *

We few will save the world.

Wow.

* *

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)