Timeless

Hail, Hitler!

Hail, Hitler!

- (KEYBOARD KEYS CLACKING) - I got it.

- I got it! - Got what?

Okay, when the Mothership returned to the present,

we tracked it down to this 50-mile area of Oakland, right?

- None of this is news. - Hold on.

Well, I accessed the city power grid's computers,

and this electrical substation here has massive power drains.

We're talking enough power to either stage Lollapalooza...

Or recharge the Mothership.

You're saying you've narrowed its location

- to this neighborhood? - No.

I'm saying I've narrowed it to this block.

Hey, how about some Black Sabbath?

The music relaxes me.

You want me relaxed.

We got company.

- (SNAPS) - We gotta go. Power it up!

How much longer?

30 seconds.

Anthony?

If you wanna take this thing on board without exploding,

- it's 30 seconds. - Move, move, go, go, go!

Grab what you can.

Go.

Fire!

Techs are combing through everything now.

Flynn left a lot behind, but there's no sign of the nuke.

Do we have a lock on where he went?

December 9, 1944. Germany.

The U.S. didn't have a working A-bomb until 1945.

If Flynn gives one to the Nazis before the war is over...

The war is over.

We need to get you back to Mason Industries.

Flynn is somewhere inside this 50 square mile area

in northwest Germany, 1944.

What's so special about there?

That's the thing. Not much.

Lots of forest, farmland, a local castle.

What about the date? Any significance?

There is one thing.

There was a tavern called Das Stein Haus, here.

It may have been a rendezvous place for the Allied Resistance.

It's not 100%. The accounts are spotty,

but maybe someone there can point us in the right direction.

Just so I'm clear,

you want to drop us into Nazi territory,

roll up blind to some bar,

and just convince someone there that we don't know to help us?

By the way, bring him?

Well, it's either that or give the Nazis a nuclear weapon.

Well, does anyone here even speak German?

I do.

Really? You do?

Yeah, four languages, actually.

- Oh. - The Army drops us

into other places than Palo Alto.

Well, does anyone have any idea

how we're gonna get lederhosen in the next five minutes?

Ah, about that.

Wardrobe dock.

Hundreds of expertly-crafted outfits suitable for any era.

Uh, sorted by geographic area then by year.

Germany's this way.

Isn't this all a bit much?

Well, it's better to have and not need,

than need and not have.

And it doesn't seem like these missions are ending

any time soon, so...

Hey.

You okay?

Really? You do?

Yeah, four languages, actually.

- Oh. - The Army drops us

into other places than Palo Alto.

So when we get to this tavern,

how do we let 'em know we're friendly?

Uh, well, the accounts that I've read

said that you have to order a specific Cognac at the bar.

A '23 Remy Martin.

These the spotty, unreliable accounts?

Unfortunately, yes.

All right.

Hang on.

We really need to start bringing some Dramamine.

Oh, my God.

No way he's out here alone.

So,

how do we...

You couldn't have,

I don't know, tied him up or something?

Yeah, I could've, but he might have escaped.

Look, I get that you didn't have a choice

with the first guy, but if you don't have to kill someone,

you shouldn't. We should at least try

- and protect history. - Protect Nazis?

No, I'm just saying there is a bigger picture here.

- (ENGINE DRONING) - Hey, hey!

You guys hear that?

Move. Now!

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All right, Lucy and I head in,

order the drink, hopefully get some help.

Or at least not die.

- Rufus... - Stays right here.

No, I'm gonna need you to get one of those cars.

Rufus stays right here.

We don't know who or what is in there,

and if things go south, we need a car with the engine running.

- I can hot-wire one. - All right, just, uh...

make it fast.

Ah.

Sir...

Put it away. Now.

Before you get us all shot.

Perhaps you can tell by my accent,

but I'm not German, you idiot.

Uh... What?

- You're... - Allied Resistance.

I was in the middle of gathering intel

until you two waltzed in.

I swear, you Americans.

You couldn't stand out more if you tried.

Don't move.

- I stand corrected. - Rufus!

Rufus, it's... it's okay. He's...

he's okay.

We work with the OSS. I'm Agent...

I'm Wyatt Logan. This is Lucy Preston.

That's our pilot, Rufus.

Well, relief to see a lovely face in... an ugly place.

Now, what are you lot doing here

- besides cocking up my operation? - If it's all the same,

I would love to take this conversation

someplace a little bit more Nazi free.

I got a car.

- Huh. - Wai...

um, what's your name?

Fleming. Ian Fleming.

6.

Wait a minute, you're...

Ian Fleming?

Have we met?

No.

It's... I... no.

Right.

Shall we?

- That's... - I know.

- That's Ian Fleming. - The Ian Fleming, the dude

- that wrote "James Bond." - Yes.

He was an actual spy in World War II, a good one.

You a Bond fan?

Yeah, little bit.

Me too. Love his movies.

And the books.

So...

you lot are chasing an atomic weapon?

- Those are only theoretical. - No, they're real.

This high-level threat we're tracking,

he stole a functional prototype.

We think he's going to give it to the Nazis.

We saw a convoy on the way over here.

There was a flatbed truck with a V2 rocket on it.

And you think the Krauts are going to try and arm it

with this atom bomb?

That's the theory.

At least my intel is finally starting to make sense.

Here, take a look at this.

Here.

This is Castle Varlar, here.

Next to it, the Nazis have been building a launch pad.

They're holding a demonstration of that V2 rocket tonight.

What kind of demonstration?

Members of the High Command are going to sip champagne

as they watch the rocket be launched into Belgium.

The target is civilians and Allied troops.

How powerful is this atomic weapon?

It'll completely obliterate everything in a 3-mile radius.

That'd be worst than Britain during the Blitz.

If you can get us to that launch pad,

we can disarm that rocket.

- Right? - I mean, probably. Yeah.

I guess so.

All right.

- Well... - (CORK POPS)