Revolution (2012–2014): Season 2, Episode 2 - There Will Be Blood - full transcript

Man: Previously on Revolution...

Grandpa.

Charlie?

I didn't know
where else to go.

So where are you headed?

Nowhere in particular.
Just kind of seeing the sights.

Miles: That guy, Randall?

I'm a patriot.

No!

Just some
Tim McVeigh whack job.

Not unless
he was following orders.



From who?

My name is Secretary
Justine Allenford,

with the United States
government.

We're patriots.

You think
they're behind the bombs?

Tom: These people
nuked the East Coast

and killed your mother.

I am going to rip them apart

from the inside until
they are begging me to die.

You got a big problem
on your hands, Sheriff.

The guy's from a war clan.

I'm Titus Andover.

This is my family.
Welcome.

Welcome, welcome,
welcome, welcome.



Think great white.

They're gonna circle around,
take small bites,

and then they will
come in for the kill.

Rachel: You stay with me.
Aaron?

Aaron!

Rachel: Hey.

Aaron.
Aaron!

Dad!

Dad!

What the hell are you doing?

Help me! He's alive!

What?

Rachel?

Stay back, Cyn!

Rachel: Go!

Oh!

Cynthia: Aaron?

Hey, hey, right here.

Aaron, Aaron.
It's okay, it's okay.

Gene: Rachel.

This isn't possible.

Hey.

Man: Hey!

No!
No, don't hit me!

No, no, please! Let me go!

Let me go!
Please!

Let me go!
Let me go!

Sara?

Sara Wilkerson?

Oh...

Hi, Sheriff.

What's behind the red door?

Sara: I don't know.

People go in,
and they don't come out.

My son, Andy, went in.

I bet you're regretting your
career choice about now?

You might say that.

Miles: So...

you want to tell me how
you ended up sheriff?

Mason: You know, when I was a kid,

my dad used to tell me
these stories

about a ranger...

from Dallas/Fort Worth.

Atough son of a bitch.

I guess I just wanted
to grow up to be like him.

Miles: Yeah?

What was his name?

Walker.

Your dad told you stories
of Walker, Texas Ranger?

Why?
Have you heard of him?

His legend's known
far and wide.

What the hell?
What are you doing?

Oh!

Him.

Not him.

Hey.

Hey.

How're you feeling?

For a dead guy, okay.

A little dehydrated.
Hungry for brains.

How long did my heart stop?

Two and a half hours.

That's...
That's impossible.

Yes.
Yes, it... It is.

Cynthia won't stop crying.

Says she prayed
for this to happen.

She thinks it's a miracle.

I mean...

It's the nanotech
that did this, right?

It's the only logical explanation
I can think of.

Right.

The microscopic robots
in the air

magically resurrected me.

That sounds totally logical.

Why did this happen?

I mean, was it...
Was it a malfunction?

Did somebody program them?

What...

What the hell is happening to me?

I don't know.

Hey, pal,
stop right there!

I said, stop!

Man: Come on! Everybody in!

Move!
Come on, come on!

Man: Listen, Marty, I hear you.

After what happened
to the sheriff,

it's just safer
we all stick together.

For how long?

Just until the rangers
from Austin get here, all right?

Shouldn't be more than
a few days.

Aaron: Come in a little closer,

'cause I don't want
to have to yell this.

It's a scary story, so we need
to keep it quiet here.

Okay, you ready?

So, once upon a time,

in a city called New York,

there lived four brave souls

who called themselves
"the Ghostbusters."

It all started
in the New York Public Library.

I'm sorry, I'm not sure
what you think I can do.

Please, Dad, you're like
the godfather around here.

You ask the deputy or anyone
to save Miles, and they will.

Really?

The same deputy who's drinking
his panic away over there?

Dad...

What they did to Mason,

that wasn't enough
of a message for you?

You want to go poking at them?

No!
No one's going anywhere!

We will be in and out.

They won't even know
we were there.

I just need a couple of guys!

I'm not gonna let you
get yourself killed.

He took care of Charlie.

He saved me, Dad.

I owe him.

You're gonna leave him
there to rot?

Damn it!
I am not the bad guy here.

I owe him too.

Then help me!

He brought you home.

You don't think I'm grateful?

I just want to keep
what he gave me.

I'm sorry.

Rise and shine.

All right, listen up.

I'm gonna patch you up,

but if you try anything cute,

you'll get a lot more than
a blast of rock salt this time.

Lynn. Die.

That's my partner.

Beat on street.

Got a million dollar smile,
doesn't he?

So, um...

Ah!

How'd you find Monroe?

Yeah.
Yeah, I know who he really is.

Well...

Don't talk my ear off.

I get why you wanna kill the ass-hat.

But get in line,
everybody does.

I mean, the guy
who dropped the bombs?

Yeah, that's right,
I dropped it.

Just cram it, douche.

But we've been tracking him
for months,

so I can't let you
screw it up now.

So what are you gonna do?

She talks.

Oh, well, with you?

Still debating.

Depends on how pleasant
you are.

I meant with Monroe.

We're taking him
to our employers.

You're bounty hunters.
For who?

At the moment,
the U.S. Government.

What U.S. Government?

What the hell
are you talking about?

You'll find out
soon enough, pal.

All right, whatever,
whoever they are.

Just put a bullet in his brain.
Hand him in dead.

They want him alive.

They've been very clear
on the subject.

Well, then you're even dumber
than you look.

Which, believe me,
makes you seriously dumb.

He'll escape
and slit your throat,

and then you won't have
jack squat.

I liked it better
when you weren't talking.

Sara: Wait.

Stop... or I drain the bitch.

All over my nice shoes.

Boy, you really are something
special, fancy pants.

Titus is gonna want to have
a word with you.

Thanks again
for the drink, Mr?

Crane.
Edgar Crane.

No, thank you.

You people are doing
the Lord's work.

So before the blackout

this Allenford woman
worked for the D.O.D.

Well, I guess
it's not even a secret.

Apparently,
she was on Meet the Press.

On what?

It doesn't matter.

The point is, I'll bet you
she knew Randall Flynn.

Hell, I bet they even
shared a cubicle.

I'm sorry, but what the hell
does this mean?

Are you sure about this one?

He was with the Rebel unit
in Ashland.

He's a friend, Dad.

What this means, friend,

is that the Pollyanna,

flowers-out-your-ass
America that you Rebels

have been fighting for
ain't what the Patriots want.

Believe me, they want
something else entirely.

Like what?

Tom: Well, that's the big question,
but I'll tell you this.

They are wearing a mask.

A star-spangled one.

These are the people
who dropped the nukes.

I am sure of it now.

Man: But why?

Create a problem,
be the solution.

I mean, look at 'em.

Everybody hugging up
all over them

like they're the second coming.

I lost my kids in that blast.

We all lost people.

That's why, for starters,

I'm going to assassinate
that Allenford bitch.

Are you interested?

I heard what happened, Aaron.

I'm just glad you're all right.

Uh, Dr. Porter
told me everything.

Isn't there doctor-patient...
can he do that?

Do you even have a wound?

No, Pastor.

It completely vanished,
like it never happened.

PASTOR Well, then, that's a miracle,
no two ways.

God has touched you, son.

Yay!

Monroe: So where are they?

Miles and your mom,
what happened?

You have some kind
of a falling out?

I get it.

I'm not really the one you want
to open up to, right?

Just answer me one question.

You were there the night...

that the bombs dropped,
in The Tower, right?

Randall pushed the button,
didn't he?

I knew it.

I walked him
through the front door.

I might as well have
pushed the button myself.

Right.

I'm sure you're just
torn up with guilt.

You don't know me, Charlotte.

A lot of people depended on me
to protect them.

What did they get for it?
Cooked in their own skin.

Well, did it ever occur to you,
you sucked at yourjob?

You know,
maybe Miles has a right

to talk to me like that, maybe.

You?

You don't.

So watch your mouth.

You don't get to tell
anybody anything.

You're nothing.

Just a drunk fighting
for a coin in a whorehouse.

And if you won't put yourself
out of your misery,

I'd be happy to do it for you.

Wow.
Wow, kid.

You know, you might be trying
to run away from your mom,

but you are a hell
of a lot like her.

You got to help me, Ken.
You're my last shot.

Rachel, I'm just a butcher.

I've seen you with a knife.

I am begging you.

We're friends, right?

I mean, you spent more time
passed out in my tub

than you ever did
in your own bed.

You're the one that fed me
all the Shiner Bock.

Bill Moberg said that he saw
the clan's camp,

on Route 4,
the old steel mill?

Rachel.

We used to drink in the
maintenance tunnels underneath.

We could sneak in, grab Stu.

I'm begging you.

This guy, Stu,

who is he to you?

He's a friend.

Look, I like Stu.
I do.

But...

we don't have nearly enough guns
or guys who can shoot 'em.

We need all hands on deck,

to protect the town, our kids.

I got to go.
They're waiting to eat.

Sorry, Rachel.

Listen, I got
a pretty full afternoon,

so whatever you're gonna do,
just do it.

I hear you're
a hell of a swordsman.

Not like the rest of those
sheep in town.

If only you hadn't gone back
for that whimpering slut,

you might have
just gotten away.

You thought you had to, right?
Had a moral obligation?

See, but
that's an outdated notion.

'Cause we live
in a different world now.

It's a better one.

Can you...
You can hear yourself, right?

Are you aware
of how creepy you sound?

Ah!

You know, in the old world,
I was a headmaster.

At the Jessup Academy for Boys.

Get this.
The night of the blackout,

the police were coming
to arrest me. Me!

Simply for images
I had on my computer,

for art.

Um...

Yikes.

Titus: But then no more power.

No more computer.

No police, no law,
and I was born new.

It was a sign.

God wants us to be free

to do whatever we want.

And all the boys in my care,

some of them thousands of miles
from home, they were free too.

Many of them are still with me,

free to do whatever they want,
whenever they want to.

No limits, no rules.

How is that not
a better world?

Yeah.

That whole
Lord of the Flies thing

seems to be
really working for you.

Listen, uh,
if you're gonna kill me,

go ahead and kill me,
just stop talking.

No, no. No, no.

Show him.

Who's that?

The rider your town
sent to Austin.

He was supposed to beg for help.

Beg the rangers
to come save you.

Well, he never made it.

What are you
doing in Texas, anyway?

You mouth-breathers
never make it this far south.

What are you after?

I'm not going to kill you,
by the way.

Not yet.

Okay.
Why not?

That's a surprise.

But I can't risk you murdering
any more of my kids, either.

So I had an impulse.

Hey, buddy!
Can you move this thing?

Be out of here in a minute.

This way, ma'am.

Gun!
Down!

Detain him!
Detain him!

Oh, gross.

Guess you're not as lucky
as I am, huh, pal?

Help!

Somebody help!

Hey, buddy.
Are you okay...

Ben?

Aaron, it's you.

It's you, Aaron.

What?

Ben?

Wha... Why?
Oh, my...

Oh, my God.
Oh, my...

Oh, my God.

Cynthia: Aaron?

What's wrong?

What are you doing
on the floor?

Man: Eddie. Prapul. Ador. Kusti.

So what are you
gonna do to me?

Well, you are a complete
pain in the ass.

But...

I don't like killing.

Not unless I have to.

Stop. Stop.

You killed him,
you son of a bitch!

Uh!

Charlie, stop, stop!

Man: Yah! Hyah!

We've got nothing to say
to each other.

I agree.

Carter?

Phil?

They owe me a favor,
a big one.

And they're handy in a fight.

Look, I've never been able
to shake you out of a bad idea

once you get it into your skull.

Just answer me this.

Just forget what he did
for Charlie,

or that you owe him.

Is he worth it?

All right, then.

No.
You are not coming.

Like you're going without me.

Dad!

Don't forget, you come by
your stubbornness honestly.

Aaron: I was holding him.

His blood was on my hands.

I could smell the gunpowder.

Cyn, I'm losing my mind.

That's the only explanation.

Aaron, you've got to stop.
You're driving yourself crazy.

Because crazy
is what's happening.

Okay, look, maybe
there is an explanation.

Maybe this is a miracle.

From God?

Sure, yeah.

Why don't I go and change
water into wine,

and then we can just
have a bitching rager.

Please don't talk
to me like that.

You know, just because I believe
does not make me a whack job.

I'm sorry.

I know you believe,
but I just don't.

But Cynthia, this isn't
some answered prayer.

Some things are just random.

Ben was just a misfired synapse
in my clearly mushy brain.

You came back from the dead.

Your wounds healed, like magic.

- How can you explain it?
- L...

I know what brought me back.

You do?

I don't know why.

I'm not sure there is a why,

other than some malfunction,
but I know what.

And I also know what caused
the blackout,

if you're interested.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Miles: Eleven, ten.

Aaron, now.

- Miles: Nine, Aaron!
- I'm trying!

Miles: Seven, six, five...

I've almost got it.

Four, three.

- What happened?
- It crashed.

Can we fix it?
Rachel?

Two.

I almost had it.

How did it crash?

Drop it, Miles.

What's going on?

Here, here.
I can help you.

I can help you.

Ah! God.

Don't worry, it won't hurt
for much longer, fancy pants.

You're next.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

What's your name?

Edgar Crane.

Well, I owe you a great debt
of gratitude, Mr. Crane.

Thank God you showed up
when you did.

Oh.

Well, I hope you don't think
that was an accident.

I meant to be there.

I noticed that young man
this morning,

eyeing you like he was
Lee Harvey and you were JFK.

My gut told me to follow him,
so I did.

That's some gut.

This isn't my first rodeo.

I worked security
for the Monroe Militia.

Even met Monroe himself, once.

But that's all in my past.

Now I want to help you.

Is that so?

Oh, in case
you haven't noticed,

you have a security problem.

I mean, this camp is crawling
with unsavory types,

and you need someone
with their ear to the ground.

I mean, clearly your men do not.

And why should I trust you?

You mean,
besides me saving your life?

After all,
you were Monroe Militia.

I did what I had
to do to survive.

We all did.

But I was born an American,

and I would like, very much,
to be one again.

I'll just have to keep
my eye on you, Mr. Crane.

Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Give me a torch.

Holy hell.

Settle down, fancy pants.
It'll be over soon.