Timeless

- Previously on "Timeless"... - I didn't know

- you were married. - Jessica died.

It was my fault.

You're in love with Lucy. Just admit it.

Maybe I do need to be open to the possibilities.

- Possibilities of what? - I don't know.

Jiya. Jiya!

- Where'd you go? - Um...

Nicholas Keynes, that's the soldier

that they saved and brought back to the present.

These plans, this manifesto... Nicholas Keynes wrote it.

You were right about time travel.

It's possible.

We commissioned a time machine.

And now we've got work to do.

I've been reading these plans.

It's about key moments in history

to change the present.

Sleeper cells.

I mean, what if Rittenhouse already planted

who knows how many agents in history?

What if they're all just biding their time,

living regular lives, just waiting to be activated?

Just know that you'll be fine.

Stick to the plan. Remember your training.

- Make us proud, son. - Okay.

Yah, faster, Atreyu!

We must win, or my family will die!

Yah, giddyup!

Cut!

Roman charioteers do not say "giddyup" to their horses.

Right, sorry.

I just finished filming a Western, so...

Let's try it again.

We're shutting you down, Bob.

What? We just started filming.

And you're already over budget.

- You can't. - I can.

It's a lousy picture anyway,

just like your last three.

We're pulling your leads for a television show.

- Television? - It's the future.

That's a nice-looking suit.

Dad!

Son.

Sorry. It's been a while.

Look at you. You look so young.

It's only been a couple months for me.

- 15 years for you. - Well, yeah, producer at RKO.

You've done well, son. You've done very well.

- So you're here. - I found Nicholas Keynes.

Plucked him right out of World War I.

My God. What's he like?

He's even more brilliant than we could have hoped.

He's mapped it out, has plans for all of us.

And it's time for you to play your part.

So what can I do?

Jiya, what the hell?

Jiya, are you okay?

What happened?

You're saying this has been going on for months?

Ever since her trip in the "Lifeboat."

And not one of you thought to tell me about it?

Jiya made us promise not to.

What? Why?

I didn't want you to bench me.

You probably think that I'm expendable, but I'm not.

Jiya, no one here is expendable,

not to me, but you need a doctor.

What's the point? I mean, unless you have someone

that specializes in time travel related illnesses?

- She's got you there. - You're not the least bit

- concerned about this? - Reentry issues.

Like an astronaut coming back with space sickness.

I don't think there's anything to worry about.

Seizures and hallucinations

are nothing to worry about?

I'm not so sure they're hallucinations.

What are you talking about? What are they?

- What are you seeing? - I'm not sure, okay?

I don't know. I don't know how to explain it.

- This could be very serious. - Guys, please stop.

I appreciate the concern. I really do.

But I actually have work to do,

so if you could just lay off of me.

Saved by the proverbial bell.

Where's the Mothership now?

Uh, January 2, 1941. Los Angeles.

Well, I don't know. Hitler's in power.

Europe's engulfed in World War II.

What's that got to do with LA?

I don't know, but I know who might.

There, all finished.

You'll stay the night for observations.

Enjoy the luxury accommodations.

Thanks, Doc.

I'll try and get stabbed more often.

- Who did this to you? - Who do you think?

Rittenhouse? In here, that's highly unlikely.

You're probably right. Even though we hadn't met,

I'm sure the inmate who stabbed me at breakfast

with a spoon shank had a very good reason.

Where is this guy? We should talk to him.

Might be difficult. He's dead.

- How? - I severed his carotid artery.

But it's so nice of you to come and check on me, though.

- That's not why we're here. - Let me guess, then.

- Rittenhouse took another trip? - Yup.

January 2, 1941. Los Angeles.

Do you have any ability to do this on your own?

You want to stop Rittenhouse as much as we do.

Absolutely, once you get me out of here.

- No. - Well, then you're on your own.

I can put in a request to, uh...

get you a more secure situation.

Maybe get you limited Internet privileges.

I don't want a damn Netflix subscription.

I want to get the hell out of here!

Rittenhouse will send someone else

and then someone else.

They won't stop until I'm dead.

I'll see what I can do.

But I don't have the authority to...

I can get you out of here.

- Lucy. - If you tell us

what Rittenhouse is doing in 1941 Los Angeles.

And why would I trust you this time?

Because as much as you need us,

we need you more.

Do either of you have a pen?

I need to draw it for you.

So is this how we do it now?

We just steal clothes wherever we go,

like Winona Ryder pre-"Stranger Things"?

I hate it when a department store clerk

thinks I'm there to shoplift and he's actually right.

At least there's no security tags.

Not until the '60s, anyway.

Think Flynn's messing with us?

I think he gave us what he had.

No, he drew us a damn "Pictionary" clue.

He said that he found this drawing

on a Rittenhouse agent, dated 1941.

So Flynn says we jump and now we jump?

Look, if he's playing us, then we play him right back.

Let him rot in prison.

Well, I don't think he's playing us.

Can I see some ID, please?

Why would Rittenhouse send someone to a movie studio?

Who doesn't want to be famous?

All right.

Wow.

Maybe Rittenhouse gave up their plans

for world domination to pursue show business.

So how are we supposed to find

whatever it is we're supposed to find

in a place this big?

Remember, we're looking for the sleeper agent,

someone hiding in plain sight.

Right, which could be anybody,

- so stay alert. - Okay.

- See some ID. - Oh, um...

well, we already checked in with the guy at the gate.

- Yeah. - I am the guy at the gate.

Right. I meant the other guy at the other gate.

Hmm.

Nice try. Come with me.

Do you know who I am?

- I'm Langston Hughes. - Not on my list.

Well, then someone's made a mistake.

I won an Oscar for "Way Down South."

- You did? - No, he didn't.

Well, I should have. I was robbed.

Who are you here to see?

Who am I here to see?

The president of the studio.

- Barney Balaban. - Barney Balaban.

- And you're making us late. - We'll see about that.

- Mm-hmm. - This way.

- Great. - This way.

Your way, great, okay.

I'm sorry, Mr. Hughes, but I don't have

- a meeting scheduled for you. - That's what I thought.

Wait.

I'm writing a comedy musical

based off of my book "The Ways of White Folks."

These are the white folks.

Brilliant actors, the both of them.

- The next Bogey and Bacall. - Bogey and who?

- Fairbanks and Pickford. - These guys are

- wasting your time, ma'am. - I...

Hello there. What is all this?

- That's Barney Balaban. - I thought I had

- my afternoon free. - Mr. Balaban.

I'm Langston Hughes, and I have never been treated this poorly

in my entire life.

I may just take my film to MGM

or... some other studio.

Langston Hughes. Real honor to meet you.

Now, let's talk about this new film of yours.