03x07 - Nurture

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I don't know who of you believes in a god.

And if so, what kind?

A god of absolutes.

Or a god of compromise.

My god of late has been time.

Time doesn't concern itself with morality or good or evil, but with if and when.

A god who understands that I've already done that which I will one day do.

Our sins precede us.

They define us.

One hopes, in the name of order and necessity, wrong for the sake of right.

We are faced now with an opportunity.

The Witness, in his earliest days.

But let's not soften the truth.

We are going to k*ll a child.

A boy of unknown origin.

A man with a certain future.

Both the architect of our destruction.

We must not delude ourselves with a notion of innocence.

The boy is the man.

A totality of moments.

And we have ended, once again, where we began.

One life in exchange for seven billion.

We don't just have an opportunity.

We have an obligation.

The b*llet doesn't k*ll in one second.

It kills in every second.

We're just placing it then where we need it to be now.

One more thing, no god shall forgive us this sin.

Perhaps none should.

For that, all we have is each other.

And the great absolution of time...

that we might have never sinned at all.

- Voila!

- Voila is usually proposed to express satisfaction or approval.

I'm not getting either from that piece of sh*t.

That piece of sh*t is how we are going to disable the Guardians' unique advantage.

Think of it as a modified EMP device, which will dampen all electronics and generate a burst of interference.

To which even these suits will be susceptible.

So what does that get us?

A window.

A very narrow window.

Hannah?

We'll splinter to 1953, to the exact moment James and Cassandra located the Witness's safe house.

We'll detonate, then we'll engage.

Smoke the little bastard.

There's a lot riding on this.

Sure that thing's gonna work?

The suits come equipped with a control unit.

I've set it to splinter approximately two seconds into the future.

Dr. Lasky?

Wasn't me.

And again...

it's now disabled.

Thank you, Dr. Lasky.

A warning, however: These suits come with all kinds of dangerous functions.

Here.

Individual suits can synchronize.

And this is a self-destruct mechanism.

Either for the purpose of avoiding capture or to eliminate remainders.

- Remainders?

- Their doubles.

That's why the EMP is key.

I can't go.

My mother d*ed of an embolism.

I was at school and I saw my father walk into the classroom.

And I knew.

His eyes.

And the last time I saw her, she asked me to go somewhere with her.

A museum.

And I said no.

She had this look.

I think somehow she knew that she was...

That was our last moment together.

I'm sorry.

I don't know who our son is.

Or why...

I just know that I can't have someone that I should've loved ever look at me like that again.

Even if afterwards it will never have happened...

somehow for me, I'll still know.

The only time we've ever made a difference...

Made anything better...

Is because we've gone in together.

Will it be better?

We...

k*ll the Witness, reset time.

There is no you and me.

No us and him.

We don't get to change the past and keep the future.

Didn't you have a dog?

He comes and goes.

Never pegged you for a drinker.

Each monumental task deserves a toast.

May I?

Couple of years ago, when I was struggling to perfect that damn machine, and I was facing failure after failure, I turned to the Nobel physicist, Dr.

Jameson, for inspiration.

- Yeah.

- That hangover...

Headaches, hallucinations...

Hallucinations.

But I awoke with a solution.

Sometimes the only way to know what's left in us is to see what's at the bottom.

Well, Cassie's out.

Cole's been unusually quiet.

They seem a little off to you?

This is a very difficult mission to ask.

Especially for a doctor.

But those two...

Even when they're not talking, they speak volumes.

They won't even look at each other.

Listen, Deacon, Cassie spent months in captivity.

Yeah, I know.

And Mr.

Cole just lost his best friend.

He did.

He lost his brother.

And kudos to him for not jumping in the Wayback Machine to save him.

And Cassie, she led us to Titan and they were just waiting for her to lock her up.

What are you saying?

You wanna pull people together, you put them through hell.

You wanna split people apart, give 'em a secret.

- Mr. Deacon...

- I'll be there.

We cannot risk splintering this device with that machine.

The effects could be disastrous.

However, this version was replicated from the prototype - which existed already in 1953.

- Where?

Right here, where we're standing.

Raritan National Laboratories.

You'll splinter in four hours before the guardians arrive with the Witness to steal the prototype.

I want to go.

What?

I have lab experience.

I can talk the talk.

I should go.

Very well.

So you and Mr. Cole will retrieve the EMP.

Mr. Whitley and Mr. Deacon, you'll provide egress.

Hannah, you'll secure the entry point beyond the Guardians' safe house.

You'll rendezvous there, and then you'll eliminate the target.

_ Raritan National Laboratory sure gets real handsy.

Yeah, looks like they open it up to local talent.

- Ew.

- Look, it's perfect.

All you gotta do is cozy up to one of these eggheads, get him to let us into the magnetics lab.

You cozy up.

Look, the lab is gonna be locked.

We need someone to let us in.

Okay?

Pretend you're interested.

Just act natural.

I am a natural actor, but I have never - acted naturally in my life.

- Jennifer...

This is why we're here.

You look adorable.

Okay?

- Ugh.

- You can handle this.

Go get 'em.

Ew.

Ooh, where'd you get that?

Hoo.

Hi-ya, sailor.

Actually, I'm not m*llitary.

And this is not a NAVY installation.

What would you say if I told you that I was just a nerdy typist with a thing for Asimov and magnets?

Magnets are my 9-5, so I can't say I'm drawn to them.

I guess opposites attract.

Tour of the lab?

What do you say?

Atta girl.

It's not as easy as that.

What you are asking, I've asked myself often.

It's the ever-present temptation of that machine.

What I'm asking for is a favor.

Is that why you refused to join the mission?

- Causality alone...

- Won't matter if they succeed.

- Dr. Railly...

- Jones, I've come all this way to the end for you.

What I've given...

What I have yet to give...

I've never asked for anything.

So if we still have time while we still have this machine, please...

let me have this.

Dr. Adler, I need you to run a scan on the database.

I want to access the coordinates of a recent tether history.

Of course.

What are you searching for?

A secret.

_ Excuse me?

Are you Amelia Morrison?

- Yes.

- Oh, I'm so sorry I'm late.

I had to drop my daughter off at her rehearsal and with this weather, mid-town traffic was a nightmare.

So anyhow, I'm here.

I think your story is fascinating.

I'm really excited to discuss your document.

So am I.

I appreciate you meeting me on such short notice, Dr. Railly.

Listen, I can get into a bit of a pickle for this.

Right.

Big pickle.

- What is that?

- That is one of the most powerful magnets in North America.

We've been experimenting with electromagnetic pulses and their affect on machinery.

Wow, wow, wowee.

What the hell is wrong with you?

All this bullshit about God.

He doesn't forgive, he forgets.

Cole, you can make another choice.

Is that what you think's gonna happen?

Gonna change my mind?

All these visions, floating around in your head, you still can't see who I really am.

You think this'll be the first kid I put a g*n on.

I am a m*rder*r.

Men, women and children.

Ramse.

Use to be, all I wanted was forgiveness.

Now I just want it to end, so let's...

get what we came here for.

Finish this.

This is more than any one person should feel in a lifetime.

I mean, I've consulted privately before.

I've profiled subjects based on letters and journals.

But this...

On the surface it looks like...

Madness?

- Psychosis.

- This isn't the work of a madman, just a broken one.

Set aside the content...

The obsession with death and time...

And approach it clinically.

Right side associates with mothers...

the left side with fathers.

References are pushed to the margins.

He only had a vague sense of these.

Some are bold and erratic...

signs of rage.

And others are quite delicate.

Signs of intellect and lucidity.

I mean, and here...

I'm sorry.

I'd never seen you work before.

I was told you were a brilliant psychologist, but...

Oh, well, it's good to be held in such high regard.

Um, this...

this, here.

"The Requiem of 1827." That was a bad year for brilliance.

The death of Beethoven and the artist William Blake.

Both outsiders, both plagued by genius.

And there are references to Van Gogh, Plato's Theia mania, the divine.

But what is all this say about him?

Oh, that he's exceptional.

And damaged, and aware that he's both.

But also incredibly uncertain.

- Of what?

- Of himself.

Of whether what he is is who he is or whether he was made to be that way.

What is this?

The symbology, I have no idea.

But the image itself haunts him.

You've hidden these from me.

He needn't be reminded, nor you informed - of every eventuality.

- He is the Witness.

His gift is how we defend him.

The boy is my charge, not the man.

If he believes the future is written, then no choice shall ever truly be his own.

Perhaps there is what may be and what is meant to be.

You forget your station.

You were chosen to teach...

Arithmetic, history...

Not to shape.

We will make him into the man who makes himself.

And should you falter again, I will thank you for your sacrifice.

Do you understand?

Run along, my love.

Off you pop to Mr. Hockley.

Sunday best for tonight's ceremony, remember?

Go.

"Time present and time past are perhaps both present in time future." "Oh, make me a mask of the sharp, enameled eyes and the spectacled claws." Dylan Thomas.

Shakespeare, T.S. Eliot, Thoreau.

Oh, yeah, and even my personal favorite, Emily Dickinson.

"Forever is composed entirely of nows." My mother loved her too.

There are a number of references to groups and ideologies...

cults, religions...

and the words are emphatic.

But the writing is filled with contempt, like a person who hates what he believes to be true.

Such a handsome boy.

My special boy.

So, tonight, you will offer the future to your chosen.

And reunite the others with their past.

I don't want to do it again.

I mustn't harm all those poor, sorry people.

Mind yourself, child.

Their fates must fall from your hand.

Because for now, you are the vessel of time.

But one day, when you return to Titan, you shall be the master of it.

And when that day comes, time will do what you command be done.

Hm.

Ahh.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

I have this condition.

It's called thromboembolism.

It's Latin for "time b*mb." It's manageable until...

it's not.

You haven't told your daughter I understand why you wouldn't.

She knows.

Kids know.

Just can't, uh, bring myself to talk to her about it.

'Cause she's ten times as strong as I'm giving her credit for.

Do you have kids?

It helps, you know.

Telling the truth.

Let's not make this document the most honest thing in the room.

Whoever wrote this is not your client or a patient or a friend.

He's my son.

You know, I spent my whole life believing that I was gonna destroy the world.

Mom said I would.

Olivia showed me how.

So I thought, you know, this is who I am, this is what I do.

A person who does a thing like that can't be good, right?

- But you didn't.

- Because someone showed me another way.

A better way.

- Remember, Otter Eyes?

- Jesus, Jennifer, will you stop calling me that?

You know why I do?

Or why I'm so afraid of Olivia's death stare?

Because the eyes are the only part of a person that can't lie.

So you look into someone's eyes and believe those.

Oh, oh.

About time.

We've got three hours before the Guardians arrive at that house.

You got the package?

sh*t.

- We mobile?

- I'm working on it.

Intruder alert.

Any time, Deacon.

Whoo.

Buckle up, 'cause we are not stopping for walls or doors.

We've gone through the logs.

I've mapped the signal back to the point of termination.

Enter the coordinates.

Katarina, splintering alone to this moment...

Of all moments...

It's unspeakably dangerous.

Initiate splinter sequence.

I had him when I was young.

Very young.

He was taken from me and this document...

Or whatever it is, his confession...

it's all that I really have to know him by.

The things he's done...

They were horrible.

Nobody wants to think that something that came from them can be worse than them.

You can make a bad thing and still be good.

Them first, then us.

Where are we?

When are we?

The same night.

You cannot look at this like the ravings of a mad man or the manifesto of a lunatic.

It's a work of art.

It's an incredible expression of...

Of pain, of love, of despair and anger and incredible hope.

It's a story.

His story.

It's not of what he is but...

But what he wants to be.

Finally know where they're all gonna be.

- But we gotta go after them.

- We will.

We'll come back to this moment, armed and ready.

Most kids you couldn't drag to a museum.

Me, you couldn't drag away.

I just love art.

Literature, sculpture, you name it.

I just could never make it.

Oh...

I didn't make nothing, though.

I had a kid.

I made her.

And you can burn down the Met and the Musée d'Orsay, because my Cassie, well, there's no museum good enough.

- Did you ever take her?

- Cassandra?

To a museum?

Art isn't her thing.

No, one day, she'll be saving lives, not... not examining them.

You should ask her to go with you.

Tell her you need her to.

Drag her, if you have to.

Tell her she'll regret it if she doesn't.

I, uh, have to go, Kathryn.

I know you.

I can't place you, but I...

Thank you.

For everything.

Never give up on family.

You fight.

Win or lose.

It's what mothers do.

Ah!

Jones, I need you to send me to 1953.

I...

Dr. Railly, enough.

I think it's time we had a talk.

Mother to mother.

- Jones, you don't understand.

- Correction, Dr. Railly, I didn't understand.

But I do now.

Finally.

Stop! Ramse, stop!

Why would Mr.

Cole k*ll his brother, if not for you?

Why would Ramse want to k*ll you, if not for his brother?

Betrayal requires blindness.

So I went back to see.

I didn't come here to k*ll the Witness.

I came here to k*ll his mother.

Look me in the eye, Dr. Railly and tell me, are they open now?

This isn't gonna buy us much time.

We go in fast, we breach, we clear.

k*ll 'em all.

You lied to me.

You made what family we had into fools.

Katarina, the Witness can be saved.

Please, it could already be too late.

For your sake, I should hope we are.

But the clocks might stop and history is rewritten before I should decide what to do with you.

But for now, Dr. Railly, you and I, we are going to stay in this room, together until the end of time.

Jones.

I'm sorry.

Take her down!

Ugh!

Where's Lucinda?

Mr. Hockley, protect the Witness!

Ah!

Ahh.

Ow!

Damn it.

They've come for me.

Down the hall!

Father.

Mother too.

Come, Athan.

Stay close and be quick about it.

No!

Ah, please.

Whatever this is, we're not a part of it.

Oh, no!

It's not what...

They were giving up!

They were good!

I'm not.

Oh!

The symbols.

- You see them too?

- Yes.

What do they mean?

I don't know.

You're like me.

You're Primary.

I don't think I've ever been like anybody.

I don't think you're like me at all.

I think you're better.

But one day, I think that you will be the best of us all.

Go.

- Ahh!

- Ah, ah!

You can't have him.

The Witness foresaw this very moment.

That the vessel which made him would come to unmake him.

- No.

- Yes, he rejected you.

He pushed himself from your body and into my hands.

- Ahh!

- You took him from me!

Did I?

Did you love him?

Do you love him now?

Or do you just feel him gone, like a phantom limb?

I've taken one, Cassandra.

I will take them all.

He'll never even know you were here.

You're nothing.

I'm his mother.

You're an undeserving bitch!

Ahh!

No.

No!

No!

Mind yourself.

Ah!

No!

It needn't be like this.

Please, James.

The boy needn't become the man.

He doesn't want...

oh!

Athan.

Your name is Athan.

Cole?

He's my son.

No!

Oh.

We'll find him.

We can't go back.

Jones knows.

She'll k*ll us.

We're on our own, now.

Cassie, Cole.

Stop 'em!

- Cole.

- Oh, no.

Jesus.

Get her out of here.

What happened?

I saw his eyes.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Deacon's upstairs.

He needs help.

Cole?

What the hell is this?

I'm sorry.

We're sorry.

For all of it.

Do not come after us.

This is ours to fix.

It's our family.

Synchronize.

Hannah!

Oh, God, no.

Hannah?

Here, here, I can get it.

Hannah?

Stay with me, Hannah.

The IV!

Another compress.

Stay awake.

Hannah.

Hannah?

Open your eyes.

This whole time...

the entire mission...

all of it...

it's been about them.

You do know what we have to do, right?

Yes.

May God have mercy.