|202 THE DARLINGTON 500
||18 MARCH 2018
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Previously on "Timeless" - Help! - That's why we're here.
To save his life.
His name is Nicholas Keynes.
- 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! [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC] Jiya.
The mother ship 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.
[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] Drive faster.
[TOOLS WHIRRING AND SCRAPING] Okay, output? - Still 14.
- Damn it.
I'd have to rip up the whole board and start again.
Hand me the T10 Torx.
[TENSE MUSIC] [TOOL CLANKS ON GROUND] [SOFTLY] It's not real.
It's not real, it's not real, it's not real.
You okay? Yeah, totally fine.
[FOREBODING MUSIC] 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] What do you mean there's nothing? I mean nothing.
The mother ship 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? - So, then what? We just pick a direction and start walking? 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.
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? Because he's unhinged.
We can't trust a word he says.
Okay, well, if anyone has a better idea, say it.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC] [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.
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.
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 St.
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] [DOOR CLANKS] 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 barebones 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 St.
? Just a house.
In 1955 it was owned by a Ryan Millerson.
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] Jiya.
[MACHINE CLANKS AND WHIRS] [MACHINE BOOMS] [OMINOUS MUSIC] 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.
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.
Well, I'll tell ya, y'all don't look like any reporters I've ever seen.
Well, we're from 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.
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] [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.
Excuse me, boy.
Ugh, 1955 in the South.
Not exactly a prime place for black folk.
[GRUNTS] [ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC] [CHATTER] Tell that to him.
- That's - 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.
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] [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 Is it true you were running moonshine, and when you saw the police road blocks, 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] [TRUNK CLANKS] 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.
- Can you introduce us? Sure.
I already know you're Wyatt.
I'm sorry, Lucy.
- 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.
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.
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.
- Come on.
[ENGINES REV] [CROWD CHEERING] How'd you know about Fall Creek Run? You a bootlegger before you became a cop? I was.
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 gone.
Let me see if I can get y'all an introduction.
Yep, that's him.
Wyatt Logan, notorious bootlegger.
- [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.
- 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.
- 'Ey, Bobby.
- See you later.
Come on, fan boy.
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'd think I'd remember somebody like that.
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] Whoa.
It's a bomb.
Guys? He's the Rittenhouse sleeper agent? How's he the sleeper? [TENSE MUSIC] Well, what do we have here? The prodigal princess and her boy toys.
Hand over your weapon.
What're they doing here? Dying.
Except maybe you.
Tell me where the "Lifeboat" is, I'll let you live.
Right now your promises mean a grand total of jack squat to me.
Que serÃ¡, serÃ¡.
You want me to kill Carol's daughter? I'm ordering you to.
[THUDS] [GRENADE BOOMS AND HISSES] - Go, go, go.
- [GUNSHOTS RICOCHET] [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC] Over here.
[DISTANT SIRENS WAILING] All clear.
What the hell was that thing you threw back there? Fire extinguisher grenade, obviously.
Quit nodding at me.
- 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.
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] [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, 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] This is it.
It's this race, the Darlington 500.
I should've thought about that.
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.
What? We're gonna need you to get us back into that track.
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] [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.
- 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] Right this way, Mr.
And you'll be seated right here.
Well, that's perfect, thank you.
Okay, you're welcome.
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] 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'd use 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.
[STIRRING MUSIC] - Give it a shot.
[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] 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.
Clocks? You need schooling for that? Never 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.
That's how I plan on attacking NASCAR.
Start winning races.
Got your work cut out for you.
What's too tough for everyone else, that's just right enough for us.
[STIRRING MUSIC] [BREATHING DEEPLY] - I'm sorry, I'm so - Wildly claustrophobic.
- Not helping.
- [CAR THUMPS] - Ooh.
- Oh, God.
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.
[LAUGHTER] I just sort of let it go after that.
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] Paid the race fees this morning, Carl.
Looking for some unfamiliars.
White couple and a Negro.
Took a run at Millerson.
[TENSE MUSIC] 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.
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] Didn't mean to interrupt.
[ENGINES REVVING] [CHEERING] [OMINOUS MUSIC] Ryan.
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.
Press wants a few last photos and interviews before the big race.
- Come on in, fellas.
[ENGINES REVVING] - Look over there.
- Who's that? Those are the guys from Ford, GM and Chrysler.
Ryan's gonna ram into them with that bomb.
Kill 'em all.
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.
You're just gonna leave? It's all good.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC] 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 [DISTANT] You were once what? Uh M Mr.
Millerson? [GRUNTS] Hey, somebody break it off.
Hey, stop it! You two, stop it now.
Somebody get the cops.
[GUNSHOT] [CLAMORING] [GRUNTS] [NECK SNAPS] Ryan! Ryan, stop.
- Stop! - [ENGINE STARTS] [GUNSHOTS BLAST] [TENSE MUSIC] Wyatt.
Go, come on.
He armed the bomb.
What? Then disarm it! I gotta get to the engine.
[SCREAMS] No! [SOBS] Rufus! [GUNSHOTS BLAST] [ENGINE REVS] [BULLETS CLANK ON STEEL] [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC] 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] Uh, you sure that won't go off? Yeah, pretty sure.
I think so.
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.
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.
[MACHINE BOOMS AND WHIRS] [FOREBODING MUSIC] 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.
And it is with this vision and Mr.
Mason, quite a crowd out there.
- We're about to open the doors.
- Great, thank you.
[OMINOUS MUSIC] Sir.
You need to come with us.
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.
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.
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.
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] What the hell is this? [DRAMATIC MUSIC] 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] perfection everlasting.
We few will save the world.