Revolution (2012–2014): Season 2, Episode 10 - Three Amigos - full transcript

Well, we have the doctor to thank
for finding you.

Gene?

I'd like to pick your brain
about the nanotech.

You're going to teach me
how to use it.

- You're the nanotech.
- We're everywhere.

We're in the air, we're in your head.
You woke us up, you made us.

What do you want from me?

Thank God you're alive.
Who is this ass-clown you're with?

- He's my husband.
- Tom: I was on my way...

to the White House
to kill the president.

Both of us are going
to keep our mouths shut.



We can still get
everything we wanted.

Man: Know you all are in there.

- Get 'em out, Gene.
- Let me stay behind.

- Your son.
- Where is he?

Monroe: What I care about
is my son, Miles.

You hid him from me.

Miles?
You're burning up.

Miles: It's infected.

Mr. Pittman.
You get rid of the tumor in my skull.

- Give me some time.
- I'm out of time.

No!

Kill him.

This was Horn.

Hey!



On your feet, gramps.
We got to go. Come on.

Up.

Yeah, yeah, I'm alive.
Come on, go.

Charlie.

You did this?

Come on.

I don't get it.
Why are you helping me?

It's not for you.

Dad.

- Look at you.
- I'm fine.

Rachel.

I'm...

sorry for everything.

No, this is touching, really.
Go help him.

I'm gonna need some things.

- Boy: We're everywhere.
- Aaron: Where are you from?

Oklahoma.
A town called Spring City.

Ever been?

Hey.

Spring City.
You're sure that doesn't ring a bell?

I'm sorry, no.

It has to be important, it has to
or he wouldn't have said it.

I think that you're in shock.

After everything you've been through,
after what happened to Cynthia.

She's the one who said
I need to deal with this,

and if I had,
maybe she would still be alive.

No.

Gene: Aaron.

I just want you to know...

...how sorry I am.

Do you mean for
screwing over your family,

or for turning me and Cynthia in?

Don't apologize to me.

Apologize to her.

Miles is awake.

Give me some whiskey.

You know water makes me sick.

You scared the hell out of me.

Oh, stop making this about you.

Good, you're awake.
We need to talk.

- Not now, Bass.
- I'm done waiting. Now.

Give us a minute.

Where's my son?

I still need you here, Bass.

- That's not the deal.
- Look...

these Patriots...
still a big problem.

Where is he, Miles?
You said if I saved Pittman, you'd tell me.

I saved him. I even threw in
the old man traitor as a bonus.

I held up my end.
Now it's your turn.

Tell me where my son is.

His name's Connor.

And I'll do you one better,
I'll take you to him.

This is ridiculous,
you're in no shape to go anywhere.

He's right.

- I owe him.
- Okay.

Tell him where his kid is,
and he can go find him.

Good riddance.

I do that,
and he'll never come back.

Good.

Rachel, we still need him.

He's useful.

He saved your dad for one thing.

Look...

we'll take him down
to find the kid,

who probably won't even be there,

and we'll drag him right back.

Wait. "We?"

Yeah, I want you to come.

On your little
Thelma and Louise road trip?

I don't think so.

Charlie's gonna be fine.

I know.

It's Monroe.

We're like gasoline and a match.

Look, I'm worried.

He and I get together,

people tend to start dying.

I think it would be better
if you came.

Whatever you do,
don't go near any Patriots, okay?

Don't be morons.

Sit tight. Be back in a week.

- Bill.
- Victor, how are you?

I'm well, thank you. I want you
to meet my wife, Rebecca.

Hi.

And this reprobate is Chief of Staff,
if you can believe that.

- Your husband is just jealous.
- That's right.

Pleasure meeting you.

Man: Tom.

Tom!

The case.

Yes, sir.

Enjoying the party,
Mrs. Doyle?

Well?

Odorless, colorless.

It will look
just like a heart attack.

There's nothing you can't do.

Yeah. Well.

I'm not sure I'm gonna use it.

You were ready
to kill the President,

and now you're getting cold feet
about the Chief of Staff?

Not cold feet.

I just find it interesting
that your husband...

- is next in line to replace him.
- And when he does,

I'll whisper in his ear,
and you will be promoted.

That is the way the game
is played, Tom, you know that.

So...

...we're doing this for me?

We are doing this for us.

How you holding up, Stumpy?

Don't worry. I'll live long enough
to help you find your kid.

Can I ask you something?

If I said no?

What are you hoping to get
out of all of this?

He's my son.

Monroe: I don't know.

Maybe I can, uh...

...do something for him,
help him.

You think this is gonna be
Field of Dreams?

You guys'll have a catch?

He got to be what,
25 by now?

He may not be
too happy to see you.

Whose fault is that, Miles, huh?

You're the one
who took him away from me.

I just want to meet him, all right?

I think I deserve that much.

What?

You got something to say,
why don't you just say it?

I have to help you...

find your son.

After you killed mine.

Grandpa. Wake up.

What?

Aaron took off.

He couldn't have gone far. Uh...

You check out the north vent,
I'll look south.

Where's the other wagon?

They're a day behind us.

Open the gates.

Seriously, Miles,
where are we going?

- Almost there.
- Almost where?

We're running out of Texas.

I never said he was in Texas.

You took my son to Mexico?

Why would you
take my son to Mexico?

One, he's got family there.

Two, they're richer
than most of the other republics.

Three, we wanted him as far away
from you as we could get him.

- That's some wall.
- Yeah.

They want to keep the riff-raff out.

So how do we get across?

I need eight strong backs
to pick tomatoes.

You. Yeah.

And you, andelay. Get in.

- You, get in.
- Hey.

I need this job.

I'll do anything.

Find a place near the front.

They're with me, okay?

Get in.

Find anything?

Aaron's trail.

Then I lost it.

- How?
- The jerk crisscrossed two creeks.

He was paying more attention
than I thought.

Guess he doesn't want to be found.

I'm sorry, he...

left 'cause of me.

He left for a lot
of reasons, Grandpa.

I don't get it.

I mean, after what I've done...

Why aren't you angry?
You haven't even raised your voice.

I stopped yelling at old people.

It wasn't getting
a damn thing done.

- Well, come on.
- Where are we going?

Patriots are hauling wagons
into town

loaded with God knows what weapons.

Maybe we got to find out
what's on them.

Mom said to stay put.

Since when do you listen
to a word she says?

Excuse me.
I'll be right back.

Okay, honey.

Mr... what shall I call you?

Mr. Chief of Staff?

Bill. You can call me Bill.

- Bill.
- Yes.

Yes.

Man: Tom.

Over here.

- Yes, sir.
- I want you to bring me my case.

- Sure thing.
- Sir.

Gentlemen, the President
has asked for us.

- By your leave, ma'am.
- Yes, thank you.

Guess it will have to wait.

I guess it will.

Psst. Psst.

If we're going to make a move,
we should do it soon.

Nowhere to run for cover.
Got to wait.

Can't. Can't do it.
I'm done waiting.

Hey. Hey-

Excusez-moi.

Excuse me.

Go.

Monroe: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

All right.

Well, congratulations,
you made it to Mexico.

Go enjoy the Mexican dream.

Go, go!

Get up!

Monroe: Well...

now we got ourselves a wagon.

What?

That.

You asked for my help.
What did you think I was gonna do?

What the hell?

You brought my kid
down here, Miles?

This is nice. What'd you do,
buy him a handjob and an eight-ball?

Didn't used to be like this.

It's actually pretty nice.

Just tell them we're looking
for Gary and Susan Bennett.

What did he say?

Connor's aunt and uncle died.
Eight years ago.

Eight-Eight years...
Mi-Miles?

I didn't know.

When's the last time
you heard from him?

Been a while.

They had a...a kid with them,
Connor Bennett.

Just ask him!

If we don't find him,
or if I find a grave,

with his name on it...

you and I are gonna have
some serious problems.

Sir.

Sir?

Are you all right?

Mind your own damn business.

We will never get another chance
like that again.

- You waited too long.
- My boss was staring right at me.

There were factors
beyond my control.

You sound like you're still
an insurance adjuster.

I am not going back to being
some lame housewife, Torn.

I don't care
how you have to do it,

but there is a life
that you promised me.

And I have sacrificed
a hell of a lot to get it.

God help me,
I love you.

And I will give you
everything you want.

But don't you ever...

forget who you're talking to.

Monroe: He'd be about
25 years aid.

His name is Connor Bennett.
You know him?

I said no.

- I can't help you.
- Uh...

Whats with all
the shoulder holsters?

Cartel Nuniez.
Very dangerous.

This town gets better
all the time.

So he's gone. We should get
out of here while we still can.

I'm not going anywhere
without a lead or something.

Look, I said I'd bring you here
and I did.

Now it's time to get back,
deal with the Patriots.

Oh, that's perfect, Miles.
First you kill the kid's mother,

- and then you give up on the kid.
- I didn't kill Emma.

One of your men did.

I'm not leaving without him.

Afternoon, folks.

So, if you don't mind my asking,

what are you doing in town?

Yes, we do mind your asking.

Mind your own damn business.

You're in our town.

- Show a little respect.
- Uh, Bass?

Wow, wow. So this, uh...
this cockfighting ring of hell,

this is all yours?
I'm impressed, really.

Look at this man, huh?

Is this not the whitest Mexican
in Mexico?

- Bass.
- What?

That's him.

Wait a minute.
I know you.

You're Miles, right?

You're Connor?

Who the hell are you?

I'm your dad.

My dad's dead.

My mom said he was a mechanic
from East Lansing.

Yeah, well, Emma lied.

It's me.

That's the truth.

Then where is my mom?

She's dead.

Look, I, uh...
I just want to talk.

Good. We'll have a heart to heart.

Maybe I'll make you an ashtray
for Father's Day.

- Does kind of sound like you.
- You shut up.

And you.

You're going to crawl back under
whatever rock you came from.

Or else I'll bury you.

You're gonna bury me?

What, with these West Side Story
pals of yours? Please.

God, you...

You're nothing but a two-bit thug.

Oh, this thug's got 30 men
working for him.

Wow, 30...30 men? Really?

How do you command so many?

This is a dead-end street, kid.

- Trust me, I know.
- Really?

And you know that how?

Because I'm Sebastian Monroe.

You're...You're serious?

You're really Sebastian Monroe?

- I got to go back.
- You can't.

Like hell.

You saw him.

You met him.

That's it.

- Time to get back to Texas.
- This is on you, Miles.

You brought an innocent kid
down here.

You dumped him.

Look what he turned into, some...

Some punk with delusions
of grandeur.

Must be like looking in a mirror.

There's nothing
Miles could have done.

Could have watched him,
not watched him.

Put him on Mars.

Put him in a monastery.

It doesn't matter who raised him.

Connor was always gonna
turn out just like this,

because he's your son.
He's your blood.

Well, by that logic, Charlie's
gonna grow up and end the world.

All right, that's enough.
Both of you.

Miles: Come on, Bass.

Being some normal type
of father, that's...

That was never
in the cards for you.

Why don't you just leave it alone?

Okay? You're only gonna
make it worse.

Sir.

Who's that?

We still need to talk.

Do we?

I'm not looking for a Hallmark card here.
Just five minutes, all right?

Come on, you must have
some questions.

Yeah, okay.

I got a question for you.

How did my mom die?

She died asking for you.

You know, when Miles came
to drag me down here,

all my mom would tell me was that
it was to keep me safe.

Now I finally get it.

It was to keep me safe from you.

Miles... lied to both of us.

If I knew about you,

I would have come here
in a heartbeat.

- You'd be better off.
- Well...

I don't need your charity.
I'm doing fine.

Right, yeah.
Yeah, with your, uh...

sombreros and your piniatas
and your what, 30 men?

Say what you need to say
and get the hell out.

I'm saying it.

You're not...

You're not aiming high enough.

Thirty men?
How about 1,000 men?

Ten thousand men.

What are you talking about?

You are a Monroe.

You should be leading the Republic.

Why do you think I came all
the way down here to find you?

Huh?

It should be passed
from father to son.

Really?

Word's everywhere, pal.

There is no more Monroe Republic.

No. You and me.

Together... we can take it back.

You're my son.

And that's in your blood.

There's no escaping that.

Sorry, Dad.

Gonna have to take a raincheck.

Mr. Nuniez wants to meet you.

What's going on?

Sir, somethings happened
with the Chief of Staff.

The President
needs you immediately.

- At this hour?
- Now, sir.

Is everything all right?

Go back to bed. Let's go.

Just so you know.
Once we get what we want,

I am going to take a knife
and I'm going to gut

that Chief of Staff
husband of yours.

Well?

Connor and some cartel guys
dragged him off.

Let me guess.

We're gonna get ourselves killed
saving Monroe?

Aren't you glad you came?

In the old days, you wouldn't have
looked at an orange twice.

Now it's an unimaginable luxury.

And this is just the beginning.

Oranges from Florida.

Tobacco from North Carolina.

See, we think...

that life should be about
more than just survival.

Than just toiling in the fields.

We see a day...

when you can go
to a grocery store.

Take your family on vacation.

When your kids will know
the taste of chocolate.

We can give you these things.

And all we ask in return...

is your loyalty.

Your allegiance.

Please join us...

in the glorious future ahead.

You look familiar to me.
Where are you hum?

Oklahoma.
Town called Spring City.

Ever been?

Aaron: Hello?

- Anyone?
- Cynthia: I still think you were chosen.

You need to face it.

- You woke us up.
- Everything happens for a reason.

We're everywhere.

What the hell is going on?!

Why here?
What does any of this mean?

Woman: Aaron?

Grace?