Timeless

Previously on Timeless...

I took the blame for the explosion at my headquarters.

I forfeited my fortune.

You were being funded by Rittenhouse.

I allowed myself to become a global joke.

These seizures are more than seizures.

They're premonitions of the future.

And lately, they've been of your future.

I had a vision about a man dying, and he died.

Maybe you shouldn't tell me what's in your visions.

I know everything about you.

You want to know how I know?

I didn't write that. But you will.

She and I are gonna be quite the team one day.

You never told me where you got it from. You gave it to me.

No, I didn't. Not yet.

We have each other.

Don't we? Yes.

Jessica's alive.

Lucy, I'm so sorry.

I love you, but I can't be married to a state secret.

No, I'm gonna tell you everything.

Try not to freak out.

You were always on Wyatt's mind,

because he never stopped loving you.

Jessica's giving me a second chance,

and she said it was 'cause of you.

You deserve to finally be happy, Wyatt.

Some people say he made a deal with the devil.

That true, Donny?

Betty, these Delta blues singers are full of stories.

But how you know that for sure?

It's all just superstitions and hocus-pocus, that's how.

I wouldn't bet money on that.

I might be the best guitar player around, Mr. Law,

but five years ago, I couldn't play a lick.

Now, how else but the devil you think that could've happened?

Well, I guess we'll just have to see

if you're the best around, Robert.

Hello, Mr. Johnson.

Betty, get Mr. Johnson and me

two Orange Crush sodas from the corner?

But I thought you said I could watch him play.

I promise, I'll play everything you missed later on tonight.

I have you set up just the way you asked...

Facing the wall. Is that right?

What's the matter, Robert?

Too shy to be famous?

I'm gonna make us both famous.

Hey.

Hey, I'm glad you and Jessica are enjoying the room.

I know, I feel bad about...

Because that 1950s Kem Weber sofa sleeps like a dream.

It's like staying at the Four Seasons.

Really? Yeah, except there's only

ever one season, and that season is winter.

Look, I owe you, okay?

Yeah, well, you might want to use that towel

to stuff under the door to stop the, noise.

This is still, believe it or not, a work environment.

Rufus, why don't you and Jiya take our room for a few nights?

I'll be fine on the couch, really.

Morning, Wyatt. Hi.

But I really have to pee.

You okay? Yeah, I just...

I didn't get a lot of sleep last night.

Because of weird vision-related reasons?

If so, I told you I'd rather not know.

No, I just, because of

too much red wine last night, okay? Take it easy.

Any luck adding a fourth seat to the Lifeboat?

Well, unlike the Mothership, this baby was put together with tinfoil and Juicy Fruit.

But the math is good as long as the coding checks out.

And that, my love, is how you upgrade a time machine.

Bravo, bravo, bravo.

Outstanding work. See, you and Jiya

didn't need me mucking it up.

Are you drunk?

"Life is but a walking shadow,

"a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more."

So, yes, then?

But I have something to add to the merriment.

The Fall & Catastrophe of Connor Mason.

Yikes.

Why are you even reading this stuff?

Because, Rufus, today is the day

I finally lose control

of Mason Industries and all of my holdings.

Today, Connor Mason is officially,

nobody.

A toast.

To oblivion.

Oblivion!

Wyatt. Where've you been?

I need to speak with you. What's up?

Damn it, the Mothership jumped.

We got to deal with that first.

First?

What are we dealing with second?

San Antonio, Texas. November 23, 1936.

Lucy?

The Texas Centennial Exposition?

Six million people attended, including President Roosevelt.

FDR sounds like a Rittenhouse target to me.

Agreed, but the Exposition took place in Dallas, a few hundred miles away.

What about you? Ever pick up any Rittenhouse intel about this?

Zilch.

Well, if you're not here to provide intelligence, what are you good for?

It's got to be the Gunter Hotel, it's obvious.

The Gunter Hotel is in San Antonio.

Connor, can you just...

Why would Rittenhouse care about a hotel?

Because in that hotel

on November the 23rd, 1936,

Robert Johnson and Don Law changed the world.

How?

By recording a series of albums.

Okay, keep drinking.

Robert Johnson.

King of the Delta blues?

Father of rock 'n' roll?

You people are philistines!

Are you saying Rittenhouse is going after some blues singer?

The blues singer.

Look, if it wasn't for Robert Johnson,

there'd be no modern blues.

No modern blues, no rock 'n' roll, none of your Elvis,

Beatles, Stones, Zeppelin... none of them.

Which is bad, no doubt, no one wants to listen to Pat Boone on a radio 24/7,

but I think I'm missing the larger geopolitical point.

Actually, Mason makes sense.

It wouldn't just be Rittenhouse killing rock 'n' roll at its source,

it would be them killing the cultural revolution of the 1960s,

the civil rights movement, the...

The fall of Nixon, the end of the Vietnam War,

the counterculture as we know it.

Wait, wait, wait, you're saying all of this happens

because two guys don't record an album?

Precisely.

Get the Lifeboat prepped. Gear up. Get going.

Fourth seat's ready. I say Connor takes it.

Yeah, absolutely. Absolutely not.

Connor, you obviously know more

about Robert Johnson and his albums than any of us.

Yeah...

So I'll debrief Lucy as you prepare to launch.

Are you...

You are afraid of riding in your own invention.

Wait a minute.

All those test trips before we met you?

You never once time traveled yourself?

It's bloody dangerous.

Yeah, I know.

And perhaps Rufus and Jiya have made the correct calculations

to safely transport a fourth person. We did.

Yes, but perhaps you didn't, so no.

You're going. Get Connor some coffee.

Hey, you... Hey, wait one damn minute.

Flynn, you're on board this mission.

Wyatt, you're staying here with me.

What? But why?

You can't be serious. Look, Flynn's already been on a couple of missions.

We either start trusting him, or we don't. We don't.

We definitely don't. Too bad.

Keep them safe.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Please, you don't trust Flynn any more than Rufus or me.

What the hell is going on here?

Why am I not with the team?

How would you like to take out Rittenhouse for good?

Carol Preston held me here. How'd you find it?

From the GPS chip implanted in my neck.

It was pinging from that location for eight hours.

Sure, super normal. But we need you to raid that facility.

We'll give you a helmet-cam, and Jiya and I will have eyes on you from here.

How big's my team? You're going solo.

Against all of Rittenhouse?

You're sending in the cavalry?

I don't trust the cavalry. I trust Wyatt.

Now, this is only an intelligence gathering mission,

not an assault. Get in, get what's there, get out.

Modern day, modern weapons. I'm in.

Let me grab my gear and tell Jess not to expect me for dinner.

Jiya?

Jiya? Are you all right?

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah. What?

Is it okay to keep secrets from someone you love?

What kind of secrets? What are you talking about?

Nothing. Rufus and me... Just relationship issues. Never mind.

All right, set up the link. He's leaving in ten minutes.

Yup.

Our earliest pilots would report

how like the present the past initially seems.

The sound, the air...

Like nothing's changed except space-time compression.

And look, I can see the hairs

stand from the quantum-gravitational bursts.

And I can hear the faintest sparks crackle in the air.

This is quite ex...