Timeless (2016–2018): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript
An unlikely team must travel through time and stop a criminal mastermind from destroying the past.
[dramatic music]
[indistinct talking]
[film reel rolling]
- There she is!
♪ ♪
- Starboard side!
♪ ♪
Throw down the rope!
[cameras snapping]
- It's port side.
♪ ♪
[air whooshes]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- [speaking German]
[bell dings]
Lassen Sie die Landelinien.
[air hissing]
[indistinct talking]
- You supposed
to be this close?
- Probably not.
- You believe something
this big actually flies?
- Men.
Always obsessed with
how big something is.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[film rolling]
- It's practically
standing still now.
Uh, they've dropped ropes
out of the nose of the ship.
- Over to the starboard side.
[men grunting]
[machinery rumbling]
[electric spark]
[electricity sparking]
- Aah!
[woman screams]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- It burst into flames.
It burst into flames!
And it's falling,
it's crashing!
[rumbling]
[screams]
[glass shatters]
- [panting]
♪ ♪
Mama!
Mama!
[explosion]
[man screaming]
- [grunts]
[glass shatters]
- And--oh--and the
frame is crashing to the ground,
not quite to the
the mooring mast, but--
oh, the humanity.
[people shouting]
- Aah!
- Aah!
[ship rumbles]
- [gasps]
♪ ♪
[indistinct talking]
[polite crowd laughter]
- A White House reported
asked LBJ,
"Why are we in Vietnam?"
And the president
whipped out his genitalia...
[laughter]
And said, "This is why."
[crowd chuckling]
It's true.
He called it "Jumbo".
[laughter]
[laughter]
For better or worse,
and in this case, worse,
this is real history.
To understand it,
we've got to get inside
these people's heads,
their loves,
their quirks,
their...
Jumbos.
[laughter]
[giggles]
You're cancelling
my tenure meeting?
- It's not me.
- You're department chair.
- It's the committee.
Can we just--let's talk
about this over coffee.
- I have busted my ass
for tenure.
- I have busted my ass
for tenure.
Why?
- The department thinks that--
- My mother built
this department.
The real truth?
You could push this through
if you wanted.
- Lucy.
[dog barking]
- Amy?
[heart monitor beeping]
Hey.
- Hi.
- Hey, Mom.
[kiss]
How's she doing?
- Same as yesterday.
- Same as yesterday.
And the day before.
- Mm.
Come on.
Let me buy you a drink.
- They're not gonna
give you tenure?
So what are you gonna do?
- Go to the chancellor,
if I have to, raise hell.
- Or quit.
Just get out of there.
You don't need this crap.
- So we'll all just
live off your podcast?
- Ouch.
Lucy, you're a great professor.
Go somewhere you're wanted.
- That department
is Mom's legacy.
It's what I've worked for
my entire life.
So what, I should just
throw my whole future away?
throw my whole future away?
- I'm just saying.
Stop worrying about
disappointing Mom.
Make your own future.
[Cage The Elephant's
"Mess Around" plays]
- ♪ Ah ♪
[song continuing
over headphones]
♪ No, she don't mess around ♪
- Hey.
- ♪ She don't mess around ♪
♪ Oh St. Louie,
California ♪
- What's good, Jiya?
- ♪ Blue eyes
yeah she's comin-- ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[beeps]
[gate slides]
♪ ♪
- You sure you can
trust that book?
♪ ♪
- Hold up!
I need to see some ID.
♪ ♪
- Rufus.
- Hey, Anthony.
- Is it or is it not
Taco Tuesday,
and your turn to pick up
said tacos?
and your turn to pick up
said tacos?
Um, ask Jiya to go with you.
Better than staring at her
12 hours a day.
[over headphones]
- ♪ What she's made of ♪
♪ She's coming for ya
She's gonna try to break ya ♪
♪ Yeah, she don't-- ♪
[gunshot]
[brooding music]
- What wa--
[gunshots]
[commotion]
- [gasps]
- Everybody, get down
on the ground, now!
- [grunts]
[gunshots]
[gunshots]
- Come on!
- Move yourself or you're dead!
- Sit down on the ground.
[gunshots]
- [grunts]
[women yelping]
[gunshots]
- Go! Go!
- Shut up!
[gun cocks]
Go up to the top!
Go!
- You, move!
[sirens wailing]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[hatch locking]
[capsule clanking]
[capsule whirring]
[whirring intensifies]
[sonic pop]
- Police!
Hands up!
Let me see your hands!
Hands up!
Let me see your hands!
Where'd they go?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
[somber music]
[heart monitor beeping]
♪ ♪
[doorbell rings]
- Lucy Preston?
I'm Agent Kondo
with Homeland Security.
- [sighs]
Look, whatever you're selling,
- [sighs]
Look, whatever you're selling,
I'm not buying--
- Really.
Agent Kondo,
Homeland Security.
Miss Preston,
you need to come with me.
- What'd she do?
- We need your help.
Now, please.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[sirens wailing]
Get out, please.
♪ ♪
This way, follow me.
♪ ♪
Wait here, please.
- Okay.
Wait here, please.
- Okay.
You know what?
I just need to call--
Cool.
[whispers]
Are you asleep?
- No, ma'am.
- Oh.
[faintly]
Okay, good.
This is Connor Mason's company?
Do you know why we're here?
- No idea, ma'am.
- You know, we're pretty much
the same age,
- You know, we're pretty much
the same age,
so you can just stop
calling me ma'am.
[door opens]
- Lucy Preston?
Agent Denise Christopher,
Homeland Security.
You've got
a hell of a reputation.
History, anthropology.
You're world-class.
- I'm just a teacher.
My mother is world-class.
- I've read all of her books.
I'm sorry to hear she's sick.
And Master Sergeant
Wyatt Logan.
Delta Force?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Boy.
Speaking of reputations.
Well, we are on the clock
so follow me,
but hold onto your asses.
but hold onto your asses.
- Uhh.
Uh--ok--okay.
[indistinct talking]
- Garcia Flynn,
ex-NSA asset in Eastern Europe.
- Ex since when?
- Since he killed his wife and
child and went off the grid.
That was a year ago.
We thought he was holed up
in Chechnya,
but apparently not.
- Why's he taking
the Star Tours ride?
[sonic pop]
- Wh--
What the hell was that?
- Some sort of special effect?
- Ever heard of a
closed timelike curve?
- You're Connor Mason.
My buddy has one of your cars.
My buddy has one of your cars.
- I--excuse me,
a closed timelike what?
- Right.
Say, this,
is the fabric of space-time.
Now, if you get
a powerful enough
gravitational field,
you could actually bend it back
on itself, creating a kind of
loop that would allow you
to cross over
to an earlier point.
- An--an earlier point
in time, you mean?
- What he means is, Mr. Mason
invented a time machine.
And chose not to tell
the government about it
until it was stolen
by terrorists.
- Right, 'cause
the federal government
never screws up anything
and can always keep a secret.
- You're asking
for our help now.
- Uh--wait, hold on.
- Uh--wait, hold on.
This is a joke, right?
I mean, some--some psych test
the government came up with?
- I mean this--
this can't be possible, right?
- Well, that's what they said
about the moon shot,
until someone with
enough imagination
made it very possible.
[metal clanks]
[alarms blaring]
Our earliest prototype.
She isn't fancy,
but she works, usually.
Now, we kept her
operational in case
the crew of the mother ship
ever needed a rescue.
We call this one the "Lifeboat."
Their CPUs are linked.
But unfortunately she
can't tell us exactly where
But unfortunately she
can't tell us exactly where
the mother ship has gone.
But she can tell us when.
- Naturally.
Only tells you when.
Time machine problems.
- Yes, we're working on it,
but for the moment
that's the best we have.
- 3:30 p. m.
May 6, 1937.
- We found this
on the dead shooter.
It's an address, a tavern
in Manchester, New Jersey.
- That's the "Hindenburg."
About four hours
before it crashed.
You're telling me that this guy
actually went back in time,
for real,
to the "Hindenburg"?
- Lucy,
if Flynn kills people in '37
who aren't supposed to die,
they don't have the kids
they're supposed to have,
they don't have the kids
they're supposed to have,
do the things
they're supposed to do,
history changes.
Reality changes.
- So why would
you be stupid enough
to invent something
so dangerous?
- I didn't count on
this happening.
- Why would Flynn do it?
- We don't know.
But there's room in there
for three passengers.
- Wait--to--to do what?
Go after him?
- Why else would
we bring you here?
- You're insane!
I mean,
even if I believed you,
which I don't,
I am not getting in
that thing to--what?
Go after some terrorist?
I am not a soldier.
- We have a soldier.
We need a historian.
- We have a soldier.
We need a historian.
A good one
who knows the customs,
can travel incognito,
help us keep a low profile.
- Great,
I'll email you some names.
- I think someone
who loved history
would want to save it.
Besides,
what if I am telling the truth?
Don't tell me you're not
the least bit curious.
[tense music]
[car door shuts]
- You need to go with them.
- I can't.
I am a coder.
Okay, that is what I'm good at.
All right, I don't like
to leave my desk,
let alone go in there
or back then.
Also, I don't know how
it works across the pond,
but I am black.
but I am black.
There is literally no place
in American history
that'll be awesome for me.
- Rufus, enough.
We both know
why it has to be you.
♪ ♪
- "Lifeboat" systems
coming online.
Ground crew...
- This is all wrong.
This skirt is from the '40s.
And this blouse?
They didn't have this
kind of fabric back then.
Or underwire bras.
- Who is gonna see your bra?
- Best we could do
on short notice.
Take this please.
- I have to call my sister.
- You can do it when
you get back.
- What?
- He's the address
for the tavern.
- And some money.
- Huh?
- Let's go.
- Verify control systems.
[computers beeping]
[computers beeping]
- Don't be noticed.
Don't change anything.
Understand?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[computer beeping]
♪ ♪
- [groans]
It's okay, just start.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
Lucy.
- Rufus.
[ship powering up]
I'm a pilot.
Kind of.
- Kind of?
- Wyatt.
- Time displacement circuits
activated.
- Time displacement circuits
activated.
[various beeps]
♪ ♪
- Are all these seat belts
really necessary?
- Oh, yeah.
You'll see.
- You okay?
- I'm--I'm claustrophobic.
And apparently about to
travel through time, so...
- [exhales]
- Have you been drinking?
- Didn't know I was gonna be
working tonight, ma'am.
- Stop calling me ma'am.
[machinery whirring]
- [indistinct announcements]
- [indistinct announcements]
- Might want to hold on.
[ship powering up]
[metal clanking]
[alarms blaring]
♪ ♪
- Gravitational flux...
[metal warbling]
[rumbling]
♪ ♪
[capsule whirring]
[loud rumbling]
[whirring intensifies]
[sonic pop]
- Launch sequence completed.
[cheers and applause]
[wind blowing]
[sonic pop]
[rumbling]
[metal whirring, clanking]
[machinery whirring]
[air lock hisses]
- [breathing heavily]
Are you okay?
- Totally good.
[ambient music]
♪ ♪
- Oh.
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
Oh.
[spits]
Are we here?
- Think so.
- You sure?
- Pretty sure.
[aircraft hovering]
[stirring music]
[stirring music]
♪ ♪
- Okay, just one thing
that I don't get.
Apparently,
this time machine works.
So why don't we just go back
five minutes before
Flynn stormed in and then
shoot him in the face?
- You can't go back to any time
where you already exist,
where you might meet
a double of yourself.
It is bad for
the fabric of reality.
- Define "bad."
- We tried it once.
The pilot came back,
but not all of him.
- What?
Oh!
[exhales]
[indistinct talking]
[indistinct talking]
- So the back of the bus
was amazing.
- Wow.
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
Mom, I wish you could see this.
- Come on, Professor,
we gotta move.
Tell us what we're getting into.
- Okay.
[stirring music]
The "Hindenburg" is just
reaching the airfield,
but she won't be able
to land right away.
[thunder rumbles]
Because of that.
Light rain and high winds.
Light rain and high winds.
So she'll make a bunch of turns,
causing the air friction,
building up static electricity.
Then, at exactly 7:25 p. m.,
the "Hindenburg" will
throw down the mooring ropes,
but the ground crew
will drag the ropes
through the grass--
they get soaked.
- Which electrically
grounds the ship,
causing a spark
in the metal hull.
- The spark ignites
a leaking hydrogen balloon,
burning 2,000 cubic liters
and 36 people alive.
- So why is Flynn here?
- Here you go.
- Thank you, miss.
- Thank you.
Maybe he wants to kill
all 97 people on board
instead of just the 36?
Make a bad thing worse?
Make a bad thing worse?
Whatever it is, we find him
first, fast as we can.
- And if we do find him?
- Leave that to me.
[ominous tone]
[Billie Holiday's
"Eeny Meeny Miney Mo" playing]
- ♪ If it hollers
let it go ♪
♪ Let it fly away ♪
- It might be the '30s,
but Jersey's Jersey.
- You see Flynn?
- Ah...
♪ ♪
- Um, everyone's staring at you.
- Um, everyone's staring at you.
Maybe you should just
wait outside?
- On a scale from Million Man
March to Mississippi Burning,
how safe do you think
I'm gonna be out there?
- You should be fine,
just, uh...
don't make eye contact
with anyone.
- So glad I came.
[indistinct talking]
- Hey, man.
How's it going?
- How's what going where?
- How do you do, sir?
Um, we were just wondering
if you've seen this man?
- Why's he wearing pajamas?
- Just have you seen him?
- No, I don't think so.
- Look again.
It's important.
- Look again.
It's important.
- Hey, what are you, deaf?
I said I haven't seen him.
- Yep.
Jersey's Jersey.
[motorized traffic]
♪ ♪
- That's Kate Drummond.
Oh, right, of course
she'd be here.
- Who's she?
- She has a column
in the Hearst papers.
She covered the wars
in Manchuria and Ethiopia.
[glasses clink]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- [laughs]
- What?
- Just reminds me
of someone, that's all.
- [whispers]
Wyatt!
[coin clanks]
[ball rattles]
- That's a pinball machine?
- Nothing gets past you, pal.
Double or nothing?
- Would you like a drink,
Miss Drummond?
- You know who I am?
- Oh, yeah.
The way you covered the wars
in Manchuria and Ethiopia
really makes a guy think.
- Oh, you're a soldier.
- How'd you know?
- The pick-up line, for one.
I've known too many soldiers.
I've known too many soldiers.
- Not like me, you haven't.
- Miss Drummond.
Um, it is so nice
to meet you.
You are a hell of a writer.
- This is my older sister, Lucy.
- That's kind of you, Lucy.
- You're in town to cover
the "Hindenburg's" arrival?
- Yes, and then I'm
riding it back to Europe
for the coronation 'cause
there's nothing like
a tight, enclosed space
with a bunch of stuffed shirts.
- Well, maybe you won't have to
take that trip after all.
♪ ♪
[pinball machine dings]
Have you seen this man?
- Who is he?
And why's he wearing pajamas?
- He's a friend of ours.
- Mm.
Well, yes, he was here.
Well, yes, he was here.
About two hours ago.
- What was he doing?
- Well, when the officers
at the airfield need
a couple of extra hands,
this is where they pick 'em up.
Your friend is working
as ground crew.
He's gonna help bring down
the "Hindenburg."
[brooding music]
- We owe Kate
another drink for that one.
She is amazing.
- Who we talking about?
- Kate Drummond.
She only has about
90 minutes to live.
She'll be right under
the "Hindenburg"
when it crashes down
on top of her.
- Wait.
You just stood there,
chatting her up,
knowing she's about to die?
- Well, we can't
change anything.
- Well, we can't
change anything.
Today's the day she...
Today's her day.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Excuse me.
Excuse me.
♪ ♪
[camera snaps]
Guys, follow me.
Follow me.
Commander Rosendahl?
Commander Rosendahl?
Oh--um,
I'm sorry to bother you,
but it--it's urgent.
- Yes?
- Um...
This man is working
as one of your ground crew,
and it's very important
we find him quickly.
- He's a threat
to your base, sir.
- How?
Who are you?
- Well, uh,
we're actually--
- This is Doctor Dre.
I'm Nurse Jackie.
We're from General Hospital.
This man is a patient of ours,
which is, uh,
why he's...
both: Wearing pajamas.
- He has a bad case of
Spanish Flu,
which last time killed, what,
almost 700,000 people
in the US alone, so,
you can see why
we're nervous.
you can see why
we're nervous.
- Yes, yes, of course.
I'll help however I can.
- Oh.
- Officers!
Step forward!
- Sir?
- Yes, sir.
- This man is somewhere
amongst this crowd.
[engine hovering]
- He's only got
five more minutes.
- Yeah, let's split up.
And if you see Flynn,
don't engage.
You find me first.
♪ ♪
- Starboard side!
- Starboard side!
♪ ♪
[bell dings]
- Lassen Sie die Landelinien.
♪ ♪
[air hissing]
♪ ♪
[film reel rolling]
- It's practically
standing still now.
Uh, they've dropped ropes
out of the nose of the ship.
♪ ♪
[camera snaps]
[camera snaps]
[watch ticking]
♪ ♪
- Wyatt!
♪ ♪
- You believe something
this big actually flies?
- Men.
Always obsessed with
how big something is.
Always obsessed with
how big something is.
- Hi, there. Remember me?
- Yes, hello.
- Yeah, couple things
I want to talk to you about.
Maybe we can go
someplace private.
- In--in a minute,
I'm working.
- Well, we don't
have a minute, really.
- Well, maybe you haven't
noticed, soldier,
but the ship is landing,
it'll have to wait.
- It can't wait.
- No!
Hey!
You stay away from me!
- We're out of time!
Stop! Get off me!
- Run! Run!
It's gonna blow!
- Stay away!
Get off of me!
Oh!
You stay away from me!
[film reel rolling]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- The majestic airship
lands gracefully
as passengers wave
to the awed spectators.
[ship hovering]
- Um...
That's not supposed
to happen, right?
- Where's Lucy?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
- [muffled shouts]
- Are you following us?
Flynn wants to talk to you.
[blow lands]
[grunts]
[struggling]
[punches land]
[grunts]
[gun cocks]
[both panting]
- Take me to Flynn.
[silencer shoots]
- [grunting]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- [speaking German]
[laughs]
♪ ♪
- You okay?
- Flynn just saved
the "Hindenburg."
So no,
I am definitely not okay.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- So saving the "Hindenburg,"
huh?
How'd Flynn even do it?
- The mooring ropes.
I saw crewmen; they didn't let
the ropes touch the wet grass.
They wrapped them up.
No wet ropes means
the ship doesn't ground.
There's no spark in the hull,
no boom.
- Those must've been
Flynn's guys.
- I'm less concerned with
how Flynn did it then why.
- It's a bad thing
36 people lived?
- Very bad.
It could change the present
It could change the present
in ways
we can't possibly predict.
- Huh.
[mysterious music]
- Finally.
Some civilization in this
backwater crap-hole.
I can rewire it to
track the other walkie's signal,
use it to find Flynn.
Give me a minute.
[crickets chirping faintly]
- You shouldn't have
brought that gun.
- Oh, the one
I saved your ass with?
- We are surrounded by Nazis.
- We are surrounded by Nazis.
What if one of them
takes your future gun
to Berlin?
- Sometimes things get messy.
- It is my job to make sure
there is no mess.
- There's always a mess.
That's the deal.
So now we make it up
as we go.
And I take out Flynn.
Which, by the way, might require
the use of a damn gun.
- So if that's your job,
why did you run off after Kate?
[tense music]
- Hey, guys?
- Hey, guys?
Turns out I can't track Flynn
because this isn't
actually a walkie.
At least, not anymore.
- What do you mean?
- Someone soldered
the lead wires.
And then there's this thing.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
That's a blasting cap.
This is a detonator.
- For a--a bomb?
Wait.
Kate's column.
Listen.
"The 'Hindenburg' will welcome
many luminaries aboard
"its return trip to Europe
and the king's coronation.
John D. Rockefeller Jr.,
Omar Bradley, Igor Sikorsky..."
- I don't follow.
- I don't follow.
- Rockefeller's gonna help build
the United Nations.
Bradley's crucial
to planning D-Day.
S--Sikorsky invented
the damn helicopter.
I mean, what if that's why
Flynn saved the "Hindenburg"?
What if he didn't want to
blow it up on the way in
because he wants to blow it up
on the way out?
If these people died,
the--the damage to the timeline
it's--it's catastrophic--
- Hands up!
[dramatic music]
Stay right where you are!
♪ ♪
- Let me guess, someone
called in an anonymous tip?
- Shut up.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
When do they invent deodorant?
- Please, just call the airfield
and tell them that
the "Hindenburg" is in danger!
Please!
- Piece-of-crap, old lock.
- Can you open it?
- Oh, yeah.
Easy with a hairpin,
which I'm guessing
you don't have.
- No, I don't.
- [sighs]
[cell rattles]
[indistinct talking]
[brooding music]
- How soon till
the "Hindenburg" leaves?
- How soon till
the "Hindenburg" leaves?
- Just before dawn,
so pretty soon.
- Great, we just rot in here
while all those people die.
While--
- Kate dies?
Okay.
So, what is it about her?
Hmm?
- Nothing.
- Okay, so you're just
one of those soldiers who
ignores his orders
to chase a pretty face?
- Kate reminds me of my wife.
Okay?
Okay?
They even look alike.
Little bit.
- I didn't know
you were married.
- Jessica died.
[solemn music]
It was my fault.
If I could just
change that one...
♪ ♪
So when I saw Kate,
I just couldn't let her...
♪ ♪
[scoffs]
♪ ♪
[lively piano music plays]
kids: ♪ Who's afraid
of the big, bad wolf? ♪
♪ The big, bad wolf
the big, bad wolf ♪
♪ Who's afraid
of the big, bad wolf? ♪
♪ Tra-la-la-la-la ♪
♪ Who's afraid
of the big, bad wolf... ♪
♪ Who's afraid
of the big, bad wolf... ♪
- Excuse me.
[ominous tone]
- What the hell
kind of a gun is this?
- [scoffs]
- I know how to get out.
- How?
- [hisses]
Make a distraction.
- Uh... ahem.
Excuse me,
can I get a glass of water,
please, sir?
- Swallow your spit, boy.
- I'm not a boy, actually.
- Excuse me?
- You have eyes, right?
You can tell I'm not a child,
and I am definitely
not your son,
and I am definitely
not your son,
so don't call me "boy."
- I'm not sure you realize
where you are,
boy.
- Actually, I do.
I'm in the damn Stone Age,
but, man,
I hope you live
a long, long life.
Long enough to see
Michael Jordan dunk,
Michael Jackson dance,
Mike Tyson punch,
really, just,
any black guy named Michael.
OJ?
Yeah, he gets off.
He did it,
but we don't care.
And Obama,
he's the president.
2008.
That's gonna suck for you!
I hope you see it all.
Because the future
is not on your side,
Because the future
is not on your side,
boy.
Okay, so where's he going?
- Take off your bra.
- What?
- Your modern bra.
- With underwire, yeah.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Here.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[door unlocks]
- Uh--gu--guys?
Uh, Wyatt?
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Guy--guys--guys--Wyatt?
Okay, okay, okay.
Okay, guys, please stop.
Don't come in here.
Look, no, no-no-no!
Hold on, stop, stop.
No, no! Stop!
[blows land]
- [grunts]
[blows landing]
[blow lands]
- [grunts]
[blow lands]
Oh!
- [grunts]
- Oh, my God.
- Not bad, Rufus.
- Eh.
- Come on, come on.
That was amazing.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- How we gonna find the bomb?
- Working on it.
- Oh!
No, I need a steward!
- No!
- I need a steward!
[both shushing]
You stay away from me,
you attacked me!
- No, no,
I was trying to save you!
I'm trying to save you
right now.
I'm trying to save you
right now.
This ship is in danger.
There is a bomb.
And we're trying to find it.
- He's telling the truth.
- The picture we showed you,
that guy planted the bomb.
Help us.
Please.
- I saw him.
Follow me.
He came out of here
in a hurry.
- Look over there.
- Okay.
- Um...
♪ ♪
- Hey!
[tense music]
[tense music]
[bomb beeping]
- What the hell is that?
- We got to get this
off the ship now.
- Uh... about that.
♪ ♪
- You've defused a bomb
before, right?
- I've seen it done.
Had some training
in Afghanistan.
- Since when were
we fighting Afghanistan?
- Hey, I need you to ground
the ship and get the people off.
- How do we do that?
- We make it up as we go.
[dramatic music]
Come on.
[gear twists]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Stay back!
Stay back.
We're the Anarchist Black Cross.
We have a bomb on this ship.
You're going to land now
and await further demands.
♪ ♪
- Do it or I'll
cut his throat, you Nazis!
♪ ♪
[air siren wails]
- Hurry up!
Let's go!
[siren wailing]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- The ship is landing.
Something's wrong.
[bomb beeping]
♪ ♪
- Ask me something.
- Wha--like what?
- Anything.
It relaxes me to talk.
- Anything, well...
Where the hell did this
glowing clock come from?
Or you,
for that matter?
Or you,
for that matter?
- All right, look,
I know this is hard to believe,
but I'm gonna
tell you the truth.
My name is Buck Rogers and this
thing came from outer space.
- [soft laugh]
- [yelps]
- [gasps]
[blows landing]
- [grunting]
[glass shatters]
[punch lands]
[grunts]
[glass shatters]
[straining]
[glass shatters]
[blows land]
- [grunts]
[knife drops]
[both grunt]
[bomb beeping]
- [grunts]
[blows land]
[items smash]
[punches land]
- [grunts]
[grunting]
[bomb beeping]
[dishes smashing]
♪ ♪
[blows landing]
- Hey!
[pan clanks]
- [grunts]
[grunts]
[glass shatters]
[grunts]
[glass shatters]
♪ ♪
[gun cocks]
- Don't shoot, you idiot!
[gunshot]
[bullet ricochets]
[flames whoosh]
[explosion]
- Go! Go!
We gotta go!
[flames whooshing]
- [grunts]
[glass shatters]
[glass shatters]
- Come on!
[electricity sparking]
[flames whooshing]
♪ ♪
- Hey!
[explosion]
[agonized screaming]
- Go, go!
[grunts]
[glass shatters]
- Come on, I got you!
Let's go!
[woman screaming]
- I need some help over here!
Someone help!
♪ ♪
[woman wailing]
[woman wailing]
- Sir, do you need help?
Here, here.
Go get that little girl!
Here you go.
[indistinct shouting]
♪ ♪
- It's time we talked.
You need to understand who
and what you're dealing with.
- I understand that
you're a psychopath trying to
burn everything to the ground.
- Well, that depends on
your point of view, Lucy.
- How do you know my name?
- I know everything about you.
Your father's dead.
Your father's dead.
You think you're meant to follow
in your mother's footsteps,
but you don't really want to.
You wanna know how I know?
♪ ♪
- That's my handwriting, but...
I didn't write that.
- Not yet.
But you will.
- [cries]
- I know what you're
really meant to be, Lucy,
and it isn't a teacher.
- Why would I believe anything
from someone who
killed their own family?
♪ ♪
- Just ask them why
they really chose you
- Just ask them why
they really chose you
for this mission.
And ask them
what Rittenhouse is.
- Rittenhouse?
♪ ♪
- Get someplace safe!
- Where are you going?
- Have a good life.
[explosion]
- Wha--
[heavy breathing]
- [yelps]
- I know for a fact
that you're not gonna shoot.
♪ ♪
- Wyatt.
- Wyatt.
[gunshot]
- [yelps]
[gunshot]
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
- Kate?
- Oh, Kate.
Oh, my God.
[indistinct talking]
- You got her?
- I got her!
Go!
Oh, my God.
[indistinct talking]
- [grunting]
[explosions]
- [whimpering]
- Come on, stay with me.
I'm right here.
- Move, move, move.
- Move, move, move.
- You're okay...
- Here, let me.
- [whimpering]
- Come on.
Just relax, relax.
- [coughs]
- It's okay, it's okay.
- Ple--plea--
- Come on.
- [coughs]
- Kate, come--
Kate, come on!
- [gasping]
- Come on.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[computer beeping]
[sonic pop]
[rumbling]
[rousing music]
♪ ♪
- [panting]
- The "Hindenburg" exploded
early morning
May the 7th, 1937.
It was bombed by
the Anarchist Black Cross.
It was bombed by
the Anarchist Black Cross.
There were only two casualties.
Journalist Kate Drummond
and the man whose body
was unable to be identified.
- Okay, so--so to you,
this is what's in the books?
This is how it went down?
- Of course.
- And the anarchist group?
Three suspects
who escaped from jail
and vanished without a trace?
- Yes?
- That was us.
- What?
- We had some issues.
- Flynn wanted a lot more
than two casualties.
He wanted to murder
everyone onboard,
and we stopped him,
but the "Hindenburg,"
it wasn't supposed
to happen like this.
Flynn still changed history
Flynn still changed history
in--in ways I...
[sighs]
In what ways I--
I don't know yet.
- Did you see him?
- I spoke to him.
- Really?
What did he say?
- He said I should ask you
why you chose me
and what Rittenhouse means.
- I have no idea
what he's talking about.
I don't know.
- Rufus,
where's Flynn now?
- Uh, the "Lifeboat's" CPU
says that
he's back in present day,
but who knows where.
- And so we can't
go back to '37?
Give it another shot?
- No.
Remember, we can't
double-back to any place
where we meet ourselves.
There are no do-overs.
There are no do-overs.
- So what is Flynn after?
- I have a theory.
Any anti-government wack-job
can get a few barrels
of fertilizer
and blow up a federal building.
It's not going to
really change anything.
Our institutions
are too established,
but in the past,
things were a lot more fragile.
I...
I think Flynn is trying to
kill America in the crib.
Rewrite history
before it's even written.
[dramatic music]
- None of you are to
say a word about any of this,
under penalty of treason.
If we need you,
we'll call you.
If we need you,
we'll call you.
- Wait.
- Need us?
- Nothing has changed.
Flynn is still out there.
He still has the mother ship.
And you are still
our best option.
When he uses it again,
we will call you.
♪ ♪
- You have something for me?
- I didn't get everything.
For some of it,
they were out of earshot.
- Those must have
been Flynn's guys.
- I'm less concerned with
how Flynn did it than why.
[beeps]
- I'm not at all
comfortable with this.
By the way.
By the way.
- Do you think I'm
comfortable with any of this?
[door creaks]
- Hey.
When you shot Flynn,
couple inches to the right,
you would have
blown my brains out.
You just that good or
was I just that expendable?
- Well, I guess
I'm just that good,
ma'am.
- [scoffs]
Wyatt.
You asked Rufus about
going back to your own timeline
You asked Rufus about
going back to your own timeline
because you want to change what
happened to your wife, right?
But maybe the "Hindenburg"
was meant to explode,
Kate was meant to die.
Maybe we don't get to
make it up as we go.
Maybe some things are just--
- What?
Fate?
[piano plays Pink Floyd's
"Wish You Were Here" ]
♪ ♪
- Hey.
Um...
How was it?
What was it like?
How was it?
What was it like?
Uh, you know,
to time-travel?
[laughs]
- I'll take you to dinner,
tell you all about it.
- Oh, uh...
Okay.
- [chuckles]
- ♪ So you think ♪
♪ So you think you can tell ♪
♪ Heaven from Hell? ♪
♪ Blues skies from pain? ♪
♪ Can you tell a green field ♪
♪ Can you tell a green field ♪
♪ From a cold steel rail? ♪
♪ A smile from a veil? ♪
♪ Do you think you can... ♪
- Amy?
How's she doing?
Amy, I'm back!
♪ ♪
[knife chopping]
- Hi, sweetheart.
[suspenseful music]
- Mom?
- What was all that about Amy?
- What was all that about Amy?
Please say that
you brought me a Snickers.
Hm?
What's wrong?
- You're okay?
- Yes, of course I'm okay.
- [cries]
[laughs]
- Hey.
Hey.
- [sniffs]
- Hey, hey.
What's gotten into you?
- I just--
how is this possible?
How could--how could--
the "Hindenburg"--
how could the "Hindenburg"
have done this?
- "Hindenburg"?
Lucy, you're not
making any sense.
- Sorry.
I'm just so happy to see you.
- Sweetheart.
- Sweetheart.
What's happened to
your engagement ring?
- My what?
- Sweetheart, what is wrong?
- Sorry, it's, um...
just a lot to, uh...
Where's Amy?
- Lucy, you keep saying that.
Amy who?
[brooding music]
- No.
No.
- Lucy?
- Amy?
- Lucy?
- Amy!
- Tell me what is going on.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- No.
This isn't right.
- I don't...
- This isn't right.
- Lucy, what are you
talking about?
You're starting to scare me.
[phone ringing]
[phone beeps]
- Hello?
- The car's turning around
to pick you up,
we need you back here now.
Flynn just took out
the mother ship again.
- Where?
[dramatic music]
When?
[indistinct talking]
[film reel rolling]
- There she is!
♪ ♪
- Starboard side!
♪ ♪
Throw down the rope!
[cameras snapping]
- It's port side.
♪ ♪
[air whooshes]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- [speaking German]
[bell dings]
Lassen Sie die Landelinien.
[air hissing]
[indistinct talking]
- You supposed
to be this close?
- Probably not.
- You believe something
this big actually flies?
- Men.
Always obsessed with
how big something is.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[film rolling]
- It's practically
standing still now.
Uh, they've dropped ropes
out of the nose of the ship.
- Over to the starboard side.
[men grunting]
[machinery rumbling]
[electric spark]
[electricity sparking]
- Aah!
[woman screams]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- It burst into flames.
It burst into flames!
And it's falling,
it's crashing!
[rumbling]
[screams]
[glass shatters]
- [panting]
♪ ♪
Mama!
Mama!
[explosion]
[man screaming]
- [grunts]
[glass shatters]
- And--oh--and the
frame is crashing to the ground,
not quite to the
the mooring mast, but--
oh, the humanity.
[people shouting]
- Aah!
- Aah!
[ship rumbles]
- [gasps]
♪ ♪
[indistinct talking]
[polite crowd laughter]
- A White House reported
asked LBJ,
"Why are we in Vietnam?"
And the president
whipped out his genitalia...
[laughter]
And said, "This is why."
[crowd chuckling]
It's true.
He called it "Jumbo".
[laughter]
[laughter]
For better or worse,
and in this case, worse,
this is real history.
To understand it,
we've got to get inside
these people's heads,
their loves,
their quirks,
their...
Jumbos.
[laughter]
[giggles]
You're cancelling
my tenure meeting?
- It's not me.
- You're department chair.
- It's the committee.
Can we just--let's talk
about this over coffee.
- I have busted my ass
for tenure.
- I have busted my ass
for tenure.
Why?
- The department thinks that--
- My mother built
this department.
The real truth?
You could push this through
if you wanted.
- Lucy.
[dog barking]
- Amy?
[heart monitor beeping]
Hey.
- Hi.
- Hey, Mom.
[kiss]
How's she doing?
- Same as yesterday.
- Same as yesterday.
And the day before.
- Mm.
Come on.
Let me buy you a drink.
- They're not gonna
give you tenure?
So what are you gonna do?
- Go to the chancellor,
if I have to, raise hell.
- Or quit.
Just get out of there.
You don't need this crap.
- So we'll all just
live off your podcast?
- Ouch.
Lucy, you're a great professor.
Go somewhere you're wanted.
- That department
is Mom's legacy.
It's what I've worked for
my entire life.
So what, I should just
throw my whole future away?
throw my whole future away?
- I'm just saying.
Stop worrying about
disappointing Mom.
Make your own future.
[Cage The Elephant's
"Mess Around" plays]
- ♪ Ah ♪
[song continuing
over headphones]
♪ No, she don't mess around ♪
- Hey.
- ♪ She don't mess around ♪
♪ Oh St. Louie,
California ♪
- What's good, Jiya?
- ♪ Blue eyes
yeah she's comin-- ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[beeps]
[gate slides]
♪ ♪
- You sure you can
trust that book?
♪ ♪
- Hold up!
I need to see some ID.
♪ ♪
- Rufus.
- Hey, Anthony.
- Is it or is it not
Taco Tuesday,
and your turn to pick up
said tacos?
and your turn to pick up
said tacos?
Um, ask Jiya to go with you.
Better than staring at her
12 hours a day.
[over headphones]
- ♪ What she's made of ♪
♪ She's coming for ya
She's gonna try to break ya ♪
♪ Yeah, she don't-- ♪
[gunshot]
[brooding music]
- What wa--
[gunshots]
[commotion]
- [gasps]
- Everybody, get down
on the ground, now!
- [grunts]
[gunshots]
[gunshots]
- Come on!
- Move yourself or you're dead!
- Sit down on the ground.
[gunshots]
- [grunts]
[women yelping]
[gunshots]
- Go! Go!
- Shut up!
[gun cocks]
Go up to the top!
Go!
- You, move!
[sirens wailing]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[hatch locking]
[capsule clanking]
[capsule whirring]
[whirring intensifies]
[sonic pop]
- Police!
Hands up!
Let me see your hands!
Hands up!
Let me see your hands!
Where'd they go?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
[somber music]
[heart monitor beeping]
♪ ♪
[doorbell rings]
- Lucy Preston?
I'm Agent Kondo
with Homeland Security.
- [sighs]
Look, whatever you're selling,
- [sighs]
Look, whatever you're selling,
I'm not buying--
- Really.
Agent Kondo,
Homeland Security.
Miss Preston,
you need to come with me.
- What'd she do?
- We need your help.
Now, please.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[sirens wailing]
Get out, please.
♪ ♪
This way, follow me.
♪ ♪
Wait here, please.
- Okay.
Wait here, please.
- Okay.
You know what?
I just need to call--
Cool.
[whispers]
Are you asleep?
- No, ma'am.
- Oh.
[faintly]
Okay, good.
This is Connor Mason's company?
Do you know why we're here?
- No idea, ma'am.
- You know, we're pretty much
the same age,
- You know, we're pretty much
the same age,
so you can just stop
calling me ma'am.
[door opens]
- Lucy Preston?
Agent Denise Christopher,
Homeland Security.
You've got
a hell of a reputation.
History, anthropology.
You're world-class.
- I'm just a teacher.
My mother is world-class.
- I've read all of her books.
I'm sorry to hear she's sick.
And Master Sergeant
Wyatt Logan.
Delta Force?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Boy.
Speaking of reputations.
Well, we are on the clock
so follow me,
but hold onto your asses.
but hold onto your asses.
- Uhh.
Uh--ok--okay.
[indistinct talking]
- Garcia Flynn,
ex-NSA asset in Eastern Europe.
- Ex since when?
- Since he killed his wife and
child and went off the grid.
That was a year ago.
We thought he was holed up
in Chechnya,
but apparently not.
- Why's he taking
the Star Tours ride?
[sonic pop]
- Wh--
What the hell was that?
- Some sort of special effect?
- Ever heard of a
closed timelike curve?
- You're Connor Mason.
My buddy has one of your cars.
My buddy has one of your cars.
- I--excuse me,
a closed timelike what?
- Right.
Say, this,
is the fabric of space-time.
Now, if you get
a powerful enough
gravitational field,
you could actually bend it back
on itself, creating a kind of
loop that would allow you
to cross over
to an earlier point.
- An--an earlier point
in time, you mean?
- What he means is, Mr. Mason
invented a time machine.
And chose not to tell
the government about it
until it was stolen
by terrorists.
- Right, 'cause
the federal government
never screws up anything
and can always keep a secret.
- You're asking
for our help now.
- Uh--wait, hold on.
- Uh--wait, hold on.
This is a joke, right?
I mean, some--some psych test
the government came up with?
- I mean this--
this can't be possible, right?
- Well, that's what they said
about the moon shot,
until someone with
enough imagination
made it very possible.
[metal clanks]
[alarms blaring]
Our earliest prototype.
She isn't fancy,
but she works, usually.
Now, we kept her
operational in case
the crew of the mother ship
ever needed a rescue.
We call this one the "Lifeboat."
Their CPUs are linked.
But unfortunately she
can't tell us exactly where
But unfortunately she
can't tell us exactly where
the mother ship has gone.
But she can tell us when.
- Naturally.
Only tells you when.
Time machine problems.
- Yes, we're working on it,
but for the moment
that's the best we have.
- 3:30 p. m.
May 6, 1937.
- We found this
on the dead shooter.
It's an address, a tavern
in Manchester, New Jersey.
- That's the "Hindenburg."
About four hours
before it crashed.
You're telling me that this guy
actually went back in time,
for real,
to the "Hindenburg"?
- Lucy,
if Flynn kills people in '37
who aren't supposed to die,
they don't have the kids
they're supposed to have,
they don't have the kids
they're supposed to have,
do the things
they're supposed to do,
history changes.
Reality changes.
- So why would
you be stupid enough
to invent something
so dangerous?
- I didn't count on
this happening.
- Why would Flynn do it?
- We don't know.
But there's room in there
for three passengers.
- Wait--to--to do what?
Go after him?
- Why else would
we bring you here?
- You're insane!
I mean,
even if I believed you,
which I don't,
I am not getting in
that thing to--what?
Go after some terrorist?
I am not a soldier.
- We have a soldier.
We need a historian.
- We have a soldier.
We need a historian.
A good one
who knows the customs,
can travel incognito,
help us keep a low profile.
- Great,
I'll email you some names.
- I think someone
who loved history
would want to save it.
Besides,
what if I am telling the truth?
Don't tell me you're not
the least bit curious.
[tense music]
[car door shuts]
- You need to go with them.
- I can't.
I am a coder.
Okay, that is what I'm good at.
All right, I don't like
to leave my desk,
let alone go in there
or back then.
Also, I don't know how
it works across the pond,
but I am black.
but I am black.
There is literally no place
in American history
that'll be awesome for me.
- Rufus, enough.
We both know
why it has to be you.
♪ ♪
- "Lifeboat" systems
coming online.
Ground crew...
- This is all wrong.
This skirt is from the '40s.
And this blouse?
They didn't have this
kind of fabric back then.
Or underwire bras.
- Who is gonna see your bra?
- Best we could do
on short notice.
Take this please.
- I have to call my sister.
- You can do it when
you get back.
- What?
- He's the address
for the tavern.
- And some money.
- Huh?
- Let's go.
- Verify control systems.
[computers beeping]
[computers beeping]
- Don't be noticed.
Don't change anything.
Understand?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[computer beeping]
♪ ♪
- [groans]
It's okay, just start.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
Lucy.
- Rufus.
[ship powering up]
I'm a pilot.
Kind of.
- Kind of?
- Wyatt.
- Time displacement circuits
activated.
- Time displacement circuits
activated.
[various beeps]
♪ ♪
- Are all these seat belts
really necessary?
- Oh, yeah.
You'll see.
- You okay?
- I'm--I'm claustrophobic.
And apparently about to
travel through time, so...
- [exhales]
- Have you been drinking?
- Didn't know I was gonna be
working tonight, ma'am.
- Stop calling me ma'am.
[machinery whirring]
- [indistinct announcements]
- [indistinct announcements]
- Might want to hold on.
[ship powering up]
[metal clanking]
[alarms blaring]
♪ ♪
- Gravitational flux...
[metal warbling]
[rumbling]
♪ ♪
[capsule whirring]
[loud rumbling]
[whirring intensifies]
[sonic pop]
- Launch sequence completed.
[cheers and applause]
[wind blowing]
[sonic pop]
[rumbling]
[metal whirring, clanking]
[machinery whirring]
[air lock hisses]
- [breathing heavily]
Are you okay?
- Totally good.
[ambient music]
♪ ♪
- Oh.
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
Oh.
[spits]
Are we here?
- Think so.
- You sure?
- Pretty sure.
[aircraft hovering]
[stirring music]
[stirring music]
♪ ♪
- Okay, just one thing
that I don't get.
Apparently,
this time machine works.
So why don't we just go back
five minutes before
Flynn stormed in and then
shoot him in the face?
- You can't go back to any time
where you already exist,
where you might meet
a double of yourself.
It is bad for
the fabric of reality.
- Define "bad."
- We tried it once.
The pilot came back,
but not all of him.
- What?
Oh!
[exhales]
[indistinct talking]
[indistinct talking]
- So the back of the bus
was amazing.
- Wow.
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
Mom, I wish you could see this.
- Come on, Professor,
we gotta move.
Tell us what we're getting into.
- Okay.
[stirring music]
The "Hindenburg" is just
reaching the airfield,
but she won't be able
to land right away.
[thunder rumbles]
Because of that.
Light rain and high winds.
Light rain and high winds.
So she'll make a bunch of turns,
causing the air friction,
building up static electricity.
Then, at exactly 7:25 p. m.,
the "Hindenburg" will
throw down the mooring ropes,
but the ground crew
will drag the ropes
through the grass--
they get soaked.
- Which electrically
grounds the ship,
causing a spark
in the metal hull.
- The spark ignites
a leaking hydrogen balloon,
burning 2,000 cubic liters
and 36 people alive.
- So why is Flynn here?
- Here you go.
- Thank you, miss.
- Thank you.
Maybe he wants to kill
all 97 people on board
instead of just the 36?
Make a bad thing worse?
Make a bad thing worse?
Whatever it is, we find him
first, fast as we can.
- And if we do find him?
- Leave that to me.
[ominous tone]
[Billie Holiday's
"Eeny Meeny Miney Mo" playing]
- ♪ If it hollers
let it go ♪
♪ Let it fly away ♪
- It might be the '30s,
but Jersey's Jersey.
- You see Flynn?
- Ah...
♪ ♪
- Um, everyone's staring at you.
- Um, everyone's staring at you.
Maybe you should just
wait outside?
- On a scale from Million Man
March to Mississippi Burning,
how safe do you think
I'm gonna be out there?
- You should be fine,
just, uh...
don't make eye contact
with anyone.
- So glad I came.
[indistinct talking]
- Hey, man.
How's it going?
- How's what going where?
- How do you do, sir?
Um, we were just wondering
if you've seen this man?
- Why's he wearing pajamas?
- Just have you seen him?
- No, I don't think so.
- Look again.
It's important.
- Look again.
It's important.
- Hey, what are you, deaf?
I said I haven't seen him.
- Yep.
Jersey's Jersey.
[motorized traffic]
♪ ♪
- That's Kate Drummond.
Oh, right, of course
she'd be here.
- Who's she?
- She has a column
in the Hearst papers.
She covered the wars
in Manchuria and Ethiopia.
[glasses clink]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- [laughs]
- What?
- Just reminds me
of someone, that's all.
- [whispers]
Wyatt!
[coin clanks]
[ball rattles]
- That's a pinball machine?
- Nothing gets past you, pal.
Double or nothing?
- Would you like a drink,
Miss Drummond?
- You know who I am?
- Oh, yeah.
The way you covered the wars
in Manchuria and Ethiopia
really makes a guy think.
- Oh, you're a soldier.
- How'd you know?
- The pick-up line, for one.
I've known too many soldiers.
I've known too many soldiers.
- Not like me, you haven't.
- Miss Drummond.
Um, it is so nice
to meet you.
You are a hell of a writer.
- This is my older sister, Lucy.
- That's kind of you, Lucy.
- You're in town to cover
the "Hindenburg's" arrival?
- Yes, and then I'm
riding it back to Europe
for the coronation 'cause
there's nothing like
a tight, enclosed space
with a bunch of stuffed shirts.
- Well, maybe you won't have to
take that trip after all.
♪ ♪
[pinball machine dings]
Have you seen this man?
- Who is he?
And why's he wearing pajamas?
- He's a friend of ours.
- Mm.
Well, yes, he was here.
Well, yes, he was here.
About two hours ago.
- What was he doing?
- Well, when the officers
at the airfield need
a couple of extra hands,
this is where they pick 'em up.
Your friend is working
as ground crew.
He's gonna help bring down
the "Hindenburg."
[brooding music]
- We owe Kate
another drink for that one.
She is amazing.
- Who we talking about?
- Kate Drummond.
She only has about
90 minutes to live.
She'll be right under
the "Hindenburg"
when it crashes down
on top of her.
- Wait.
You just stood there,
chatting her up,
knowing she's about to die?
- Well, we can't
change anything.
- Well, we can't
change anything.
Today's the day she...
Today's her day.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Excuse me.
Excuse me.
♪ ♪
[camera snaps]
Guys, follow me.
Follow me.
Commander Rosendahl?
Commander Rosendahl?
Oh--um,
I'm sorry to bother you,
but it--it's urgent.
- Yes?
- Um...
This man is working
as one of your ground crew,
and it's very important
we find him quickly.
- He's a threat
to your base, sir.
- How?
Who are you?
- Well, uh,
we're actually--
- This is Doctor Dre.
I'm Nurse Jackie.
We're from General Hospital.
This man is a patient of ours,
which is, uh,
why he's...
both: Wearing pajamas.
- He has a bad case of
Spanish Flu,
which last time killed, what,
almost 700,000 people
in the US alone, so,
you can see why
we're nervous.
you can see why
we're nervous.
- Yes, yes, of course.
I'll help however I can.
- Oh.
- Officers!
Step forward!
- Sir?
- Yes, sir.
- This man is somewhere
amongst this crowd.
[engine hovering]
- He's only got
five more minutes.
- Yeah, let's split up.
And if you see Flynn,
don't engage.
You find me first.
♪ ♪
- Starboard side!
- Starboard side!
♪ ♪
[bell dings]
- Lassen Sie die Landelinien.
♪ ♪
[air hissing]
♪ ♪
[film reel rolling]
- It's practically
standing still now.
Uh, they've dropped ropes
out of the nose of the ship.
♪ ♪
[camera snaps]
[camera snaps]
[watch ticking]
♪ ♪
- Wyatt!
♪ ♪
- You believe something
this big actually flies?
- Men.
Always obsessed with
how big something is.
Always obsessed with
how big something is.
- Hi, there. Remember me?
- Yes, hello.
- Yeah, couple things
I want to talk to you about.
Maybe we can go
someplace private.
- In--in a minute,
I'm working.
- Well, we don't
have a minute, really.
- Well, maybe you haven't
noticed, soldier,
but the ship is landing,
it'll have to wait.
- It can't wait.
- No!
Hey!
You stay away from me!
- We're out of time!
Stop! Get off me!
- Run! Run!
It's gonna blow!
- Stay away!
Get off of me!
Oh!
You stay away from me!
[film reel rolling]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- The majestic airship
lands gracefully
as passengers wave
to the awed spectators.
[ship hovering]
- Um...
That's not supposed
to happen, right?
- Where's Lucy?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
- [muffled shouts]
- Are you following us?
Flynn wants to talk to you.
[blow lands]
[grunts]
[struggling]
[punches land]
[grunts]
[gun cocks]
[both panting]
- Take me to Flynn.
[silencer shoots]
- [grunting]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- [speaking German]
[laughs]
♪ ♪
- You okay?
- Flynn just saved
the "Hindenburg."
So no,
I am definitely not okay.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
- So saving the "Hindenburg,"
huh?
How'd Flynn even do it?
- The mooring ropes.
I saw crewmen; they didn't let
the ropes touch the wet grass.
They wrapped them up.
No wet ropes means
the ship doesn't ground.
There's no spark in the hull,
no boom.
- Those must've been
Flynn's guys.
- I'm less concerned with
how Flynn did it then why.
- It's a bad thing
36 people lived?
- Very bad.
It could change the present
It could change the present
in ways
we can't possibly predict.
- Huh.
[mysterious music]
- Finally.
Some civilization in this
backwater crap-hole.
I can rewire it to
track the other walkie's signal,
use it to find Flynn.
Give me a minute.
[crickets chirping faintly]
- You shouldn't have
brought that gun.
- Oh, the one
I saved your ass with?
- We are surrounded by Nazis.
- We are surrounded by Nazis.
What if one of them
takes your future gun
to Berlin?
- Sometimes things get messy.
- It is my job to make sure
there is no mess.
- There's always a mess.
That's the deal.
So now we make it up
as we go.
And I take out Flynn.
Which, by the way, might require
the use of a damn gun.
- So if that's your job,
why did you run off after Kate?
[tense music]
- Hey, guys?
- Hey, guys?
Turns out I can't track Flynn
because this isn't
actually a walkie.
At least, not anymore.
- What do you mean?
- Someone soldered
the lead wires.
And then there's this thing.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
That's a blasting cap.
This is a detonator.
- For a--a bomb?
Wait.
Kate's column.
Listen.
"The 'Hindenburg' will welcome
many luminaries aboard
"its return trip to Europe
and the king's coronation.
John D. Rockefeller Jr.,
Omar Bradley, Igor Sikorsky..."
- I don't follow.
- I don't follow.
- Rockefeller's gonna help build
the United Nations.
Bradley's crucial
to planning D-Day.
S--Sikorsky invented
the damn helicopter.
I mean, what if that's why
Flynn saved the "Hindenburg"?
What if he didn't want to
blow it up on the way in
because he wants to blow it up
on the way out?
If these people died,
the--the damage to the timeline
it's--it's catastrophic--
- Hands up!
[dramatic music]
Stay right where you are!
♪ ♪
- Let me guess, someone
called in an anonymous tip?
- Shut up.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
When do they invent deodorant?
- Please, just call the airfield
and tell them that
the "Hindenburg" is in danger!
Please!
- Piece-of-crap, old lock.
- Can you open it?
- Oh, yeah.
Easy with a hairpin,
which I'm guessing
you don't have.
- No, I don't.
- [sighs]
[cell rattles]
[indistinct talking]
[brooding music]
- How soon till
the "Hindenburg" leaves?
- How soon till
the "Hindenburg" leaves?
- Just before dawn,
so pretty soon.
- Great, we just rot in here
while all those people die.
While--
- Kate dies?
Okay.
So, what is it about her?
Hmm?
- Nothing.
- Okay, so you're just
one of those soldiers who
ignores his orders
to chase a pretty face?
- Kate reminds me of my wife.
Okay?
Okay?
They even look alike.
Little bit.
- I didn't know
you were married.
- Jessica died.
[solemn music]
It was my fault.
If I could just
change that one...
♪ ♪
So when I saw Kate,
I just couldn't let her...
♪ ♪
[scoffs]
♪ ♪
[lively piano music plays]
kids: ♪ Who's afraid
of the big, bad wolf? ♪
♪ The big, bad wolf
the big, bad wolf ♪
♪ Who's afraid
of the big, bad wolf? ♪
♪ Tra-la-la-la-la ♪
♪ Who's afraid
of the big, bad wolf... ♪
♪ Who's afraid
of the big, bad wolf... ♪
- Excuse me.
[ominous tone]
- What the hell
kind of a gun is this?
- [scoffs]
- I know how to get out.
- How?
- [hisses]
Make a distraction.
- Uh... ahem.
Excuse me,
can I get a glass of water,
please, sir?
- Swallow your spit, boy.
- I'm not a boy, actually.
- Excuse me?
- You have eyes, right?
You can tell I'm not a child,
and I am definitely
not your son,
and I am definitely
not your son,
so don't call me "boy."
- I'm not sure you realize
where you are,
boy.
- Actually, I do.
I'm in the damn Stone Age,
but, man,
I hope you live
a long, long life.
Long enough to see
Michael Jordan dunk,
Michael Jackson dance,
Mike Tyson punch,
really, just,
any black guy named Michael.
OJ?
Yeah, he gets off.
He did it,
but we don't care.
And Obama,
he's the president.
2008.
That's gonna suck for you!
I hope you see it all.
Because the future
is not on your side,
Because the future
is not on your side,
boy.
Okay, so where's he going?
- Take off your bra.
- What?
- Your modern bra.
- With underwire, yeah.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Here.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[door unlocks]
- Uh--gu--guys?
Uh, Wyatt?
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Guy--guys--guys--Wyatt?
Okay, okay, okay.
Okay, guys, please stop.
Don't come in here.
Look, no, no-no-no!
Hold on, stop, stop.
No, no! Stop!
[blows land]
- [grunts]
[blows landing]
[blow lands]
- [grunts]
[blow lands]
Oh!
- [grunts]
- Oh, my God.
- Not bad, Rufus.
- Eh.
- Come on, come on.
That was amazing.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- How we gonna find the bomb?
- Working on it.
- Oh!
No, I need a steward!
- No!
- I need a steward!
[both shushing]
You stay away from me,
you attacked me!
- No, no,
I was trying to save you!
I'm trying to save you
right now.
I'm trying to save you
right now.
This ship is in danger.
There is a bomb.
And we're trying to find it.
- He's telling the truth.
- The picture we showed you,
that guy planted the bomb.
Help us.
Please.
- I saw him.
Follow me.
He came out of here
in a hurry.
- Look over there.
- Okay.
- Um...
♪ ♪
- Hey!
[tense music]
[tense music]
[bomb beeping]
- What the hell is that?
- We got to get this
off the ship now.
- Uh... about that.
♪ ♪
- You've defused a bomb
before, right?
- I've seen it done.
Had some training
in Afghanistan.
- Since when were
we fighting Afghanistan?
- Hey, I need you to ground
the ship and get the people off.
- How do we do that?
- We make it up as we go.
[dramatic music]
Come on.
[gear twists]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Stay back!
Stay back.
We're the Anarchist Black Cross.
We have a bomb on this ship.
You're going to land now
and await further demands.
♪ ♪
- Do it or I'll
cut his throat, you Nazis!
♪ ♪
[air siren wails]
- Hurry up!
Let's go!
[siren wailing]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- The ship is landing.
Something's wrong.
[bomb beeping]
♪ ♪
- Ask me something.
- Wha--like what?
- Anything.
It relaxes me to talk.
- Anything, well...
Where the hell did this
glowing clock come from?
Or you,
for that matter?
Or you,
for that matter?
- All right, look,
I know this is hard to believe,
but I'm gonna
tell you the truth.
My name is Buck Rogers and this
thing came from outer space.
- [soft laugh]
- [yelps]
- [gasps]
[blows landing]
- [grunting]
[glass shatters]
[punch lands]
[grunts]
[glass shatters]
[straining]
[glass shatters]
[blows land]
- [grunts]
[knife drops]
[both grunt]
[bomb beeping]
- [grunts]
[blows land]
[items smash]
[punches land]
- [grunts]
[grunting]
[bomb beeping]
[dishes smashing]
♪ ♪
[blows landing]
- Hey!
[pan clanks]
- [grunts]
[grunts]
[glass shatters]
[grunts]
[glass shatters]
♪ ♪
[gun cocks]
- Don't shoot, you idiot!
[gunshot]
[bullet ricochets]
[flames whoosh]
[explosion]
- Go! Go!
We gotta go!
[flames whooshing]
- [grunts]
[glass shatters]
[glass shatters]
- Come on!
[electricity sparking]
[flames whooshing]
♪ ♪
- Hey!
[explosion]
[agonized screaming]
- Go, go!
[grunts]
[glass shatters]
- Come on, I got you!
Let's go!
[woman screaming]
- I need some help over here!
Someone help!
♪ ♪
[woman wailing]
[woman wailing]
- Sir, do you need help?
Here, here.
Go get that little girl!
Here you go.
[indistinct shouting]
♪ ♪
- It's time we talked.
You need to understand who
and what you're dealing with.
- I understand that
you're a psychopath trying to
burn everything to the ground.
- Well, that depends on
your point of view, Lucy.
- How do you know my name?
- I know everything about you.
Your father's dead.
Your father's dead.
You think you're meant to follow
in your mother's footsteps,
but you don't really want to.
You wanna know how I know?
♪ ♪
- That's my handwriting, but...
I didn't write that.
- Not yet.
But you will.
- [cries]
- I know what you're
really meant to be, Lucy,
and it isn't a teacher.
- Why would I believe anything
from someone who
killed their own family?
♪ ♪
- Just ask them why
they really chose you
- Just ask them why
they really chose you
for this mission.
And ask them
what Rittenhouse is.
- Rittenhouse?
♪ ♪
- Get someplace safe!
- Where are you going?
- Have a good life.
[explosion]
- Wha--
[heavy breathing]
- [yelps]
- I know for a fact
that you're not gonna shoot.
♪ ♪
- Wyatt.
- Wyatt.
[gunshot]
- [yelps]
[gunshot]
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
- Kate?
- Oh, Kate.
Oh, my God.
[indistinct talking]
- You got her?
- I got her!
Go!
Oh, my God.
[indistinct talking]
- [grunting]
[explosions]
- [whimpering]
- Come on, stay with me.
I'm right here.
- Move, move, move.
- Move, move, move.
- You're okay...
- Here, let me.
- [whimpering]
- Come on.
Just relax, relax.
- [coughs]
- It's okay, it's okay.
- Ple--plea--
- Come on.
- [coughs]
- Kate, come--
Kate, come on!
- [gasping]
- Come on.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[computer beeping]
[sonic pop]
[rumbling]
[rousing music]
♪ ♪
- [panting]
- The "Hindenburg" exploded
early morning
May the 7th, 1937.
It was bombed by
the Anarchist Black Cross.
It was bombed by
the Anarchist Black Cross.
There were only two casualties.
Journalist Kate Drummond
and the man whose body
was unable to be identified.
- Okay, so--so to you,
this is what's in the books?
This is how it went down?
- Of course.
- And the anarchist group?
Three suspects
who escaped from jail
and vanished without a trace?
- Yes?
- That was us.
- What?
- We had some issues.
- Flynn wanted a lot more
than two casualties.
He wanted to murder
everyone onboard,
and we stopped him,
but the "Hindenburg,"
it wasn't supposed
to happen like this.
Flynn still changed history
Flynn still changed history
in--in ways I...
[sighs]
In what ways I--
I don't know yet.
- Did you see him?
- I spoke to him.
- Really?
What did he say?
- He said I should ask you
why you chose me
and what Rittenhouse means.
- I have no idea
what he's talking about.
I don't know.
- Rufus,
where's Flynn now?
- Uh, the "Lifeboat's" CPU
says that
he's back in present day,
but who knows where.
- And so we can't
go back to '37?
Give it another shot?
- No.
Remember, we can't
double-back to any place
where we meet ourselves.
There are no do-overs.
There are no do-overs.
- So what is Flynn after?
- I have a theory.
Any anti-government wack-job
can get a few barrels
of fertilizer
and blow up a federal building.
It's not going to
really change anything.
Our institutions
are too established,
but in the past,
things were a lot more fragile.
I...
I think Flynn is trying to
kill America in the crib.
Rewrite history
before it's even written.
[dramatic music]
- None of you are to
say a word about any of this,
under penalty of treason.
If we need you,
we'll call you.
If we need you,
we'll call you.
- Wait.
- Need us?
- Nothing has changed.
Flynn is still out there.
He still has the mother ship.
And you are still
our best option.
When he uses it again,
we will call you.
♪ ♪
- You have something for me?
- I didn't get everything.
For some of it,
they were out of earshot.
- Those must have
been Flynn's guys.
- I'm less concerned with
how Flynn did it than why.
[beeps]
- I'm not at all
comfortable with this.
By the way.
By the way.
- Do you think I'm
comfortable with any of this?
[door creaks]
- Hey.
When you shot Flynn,
couple inches to the right,
you would have
blown my brains out.
You just that good or
was I just that expendable?
- Well, I guess
I'm just that good,
ma'am.
- [scoffs]
Wyatt.
You asked Rufus about
going back to your own timeline
You asked Rufus about
going back to your own timeline
because you want to change what
happened to your wife, right?
But maybe the "Hindenburg"
was meant to explode,
Kate was meant to die.
Maybe we don't get to
make it up as we go.
Maybe some things are just--
- What?
Fate?
[piano plays Pink Floyd's
"Wish You Were Here" ]
♪ ♪
- Hey.
Um...
How was it?
What was it like?
How was it?
What was it like?
Uh, you know,
to time-travel?
[laughs]
- I'll take you to dinner,
tell you all about it.
- Oh, uh...
Okay.
- [chuckles]
- ♪ So you think ♪
♪ So you think you can tell ♪
♪ Heaven from Hell? ♪
♪ Blues skies from pain? ♪
♪ Can you tell a green field ♪
♪ Can you tell a green field ♪
♪ From a cold steel rail? ♪
♪ A smile from a veil? ♪
♪ Do you think you can... ♪
- Amy?
How's she doing?
Amy, I'm back!
♪ ♪
[knife chopping]
- Hi, sweetheart.
[suspenseful music]
- Mom?
- What was all that about Amy?
- What was all that about Amy?
Please say that
you brought me a Snickers.
Hm?
What's wrong?
- You're okay?
- Yes, of course I'm okay.
- [cries]
[laughs]
- Hey.
Hey.
- [sniffs]
- Hey, hey.
What's gotten into you?
- I just--
how is this possible?
How could--how could--
the "Hindenburg"--
how could the "Hindenburg"
have done this?
- "Hindenburg"?
Lucy, you're not
making any sense.
- Sorry.
I'm just so happy to see you.
- Sweetheart.
- Sweetheart.
What's happened to
your engagement ring?
- My what?
- Sweetheart, what is wrong?
- Sorry, it's, um...
just a lot to, uh...
Where's Amy?
- Lucy, you keep saying that.
Amy who?
[brooding music]
- No.
No.
- Lucy?
- Amy?
- Lucy?
- Amy!
- Tell me what is going on.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- No.
This isn't right.
- I don't...
- This isn't right.
- Lucy, what are you
talking about?
You're starting to scare me.
[phone ringing]
[phone beeps]
- Hello?
- The car's turning around
to pick you up,
we need you back here now.
Flynn just took out
the mother ship again.
- Where?
[dramatic music]
When?