01x07 - Bright Eyes

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[Rogue] Previously on X-Men...

You two lovebirds
still ain't talking?

[Jean] He's grieving his son.

If you'll excuse us, Madelyne.

[Scott] Jean!

[Jean] Do you love her?

[Scott] She's the
mother of my son.

[Madelyne] Cable?

[Cable] I'm so sorry, Mom.

[Professor X] The
unthinkable has happened.

They were dancing,
drinking wine, making love!

My children of the
atom, destroyed!

[Sentinel] Terminate mutant.

[Gambit] Some vile
Godzilla Sentinel.

You go at it, you end up dead.

[Scott] You said the UN
destroyed all the Sentinels.

[Jean] What about Bolivar Trask?

[Dr. Cooper] He'd need a Master
Mold factory to build new Sentinels

and you X-Men destroyed
the only one years ago.

I know who we need to see
to find Bolivar Trask.

Henry Gyrich.

Why would I know where Trask is?

[Storm] You helped fund
his Sentinel Program.

You've no idea how it feels to
be left behind by the future.

[theme music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

[people sniffling]

Remy LeBeau would be the
first to remind you that life,

like the cards,

is wild.

Yet he moved through his life

as a force who believed
better times lay ahead,

that luck always won.

Per his kinetic gifts,

Gambit had endless
faith in potential.

Yet he seemed so blind to his,

haunted by the life of bayou
crime into which he was born.

A sinner beyond saving.

"Such were the cards," he'd say.

I think he was bluffing.

How could Remy, so
tuned to potential,

fail to see how his sins
had made him into a hero?

Every gambler has a tell.

Modesty was Gambit's.

[sobs] How could
she not be here?

He saved all of us.

He saved her.

He loved her.

Grief's a lonely w*r.

Rogue's gotta figure
it out on her own.

Logan, you were
spared witnessing

that which Rogue and
I saw in Genosha.

What she battles
is not mere grief.

And our dear Jubilee
is wise to be afraid.

[intense music playing]

[man over PA] This is a top
secret United States facility.

You are trespassing.
Cease and...

[soldier 1] Fire at the mutant!

k*ll the mutant!

- [grunts]
- [soldier 1 screams]

[soldier 2] What's
going on, man?

[soldier gasps] See that?

What do we do, sir?

Gentlemen,

need I remind you that we're standing in
the same place built to hold the Hulk?

Our intruder is an unhinged
mutant from the swamp.

- She ain't no...
- [rumbling]

- What's that?
- Huh?

[grunts]

Daddy always used to
say breakin' into prison

was easier than breakin' out.

Now, I know you know why
I've come a-knockin'.

Where are Henry Gyrich
and Bolivar Trask?

Thought your kind
were the good guys.

You k*lled those, sugar.

Now you get me.

I'm sorry, Scott.

The UN just can't
commit any more help.

You've gone a week now
with no new survivors.

It's time to let go, son.

Finding even one more survivor
could give mutants some hope.

What about Val Cooper?

Rescuers still
haven't located her.

Look, folks are frightened.

They think Dr. Trask
just kicked off

an all-out w*r between
humans and mutants.

And if scared voters see
me helping your kind...

Uh, sorry, son. Just
unfortunate optics.

"Optics," sir?

Guess if Genosha had
looked more human,

you would be more focused
on death tolls over polls.

Now, hold up.

I'm playing politics here

to ensure someone less
kind to your cause

doesn't end up in the office
you're so quick to disrespect.

Be patient, Scott.

Check the headlines,
Mr. President.

They're all about the
virtue of patience.

[sighs]

We're on our own.

Team ready to leave?

They're processing,

but ready.

I got too comfortable.

Never again.

No one could have
seen this coming.

Magneto did.

He warned us repeatedly.

And so did Madelyne.

I know what she
meant to you, Scott.

To Nathan.

I know it seems strange,

but after losing Storm, the thought
of having something of a sister was

comforting.

None of that matters right now.

Right now, we have to be strong.

For the team.

For every mutant still out there
who's watching these images.

They need hope.

It's what the
Professor would do.

Then let's go remind the world

that times like these are
when dreaming matters most.

[Hank] "Look for the helpers."

"You will always find
people who are helping."

The ever affable Mister Rogers.

[Cyclops] Teams haven't
risked clearing the Citadel.

Too unstable.

Jean and I can handle it.

Rest of you go show humanity
that the X-Men are here to stay.

Stellar work, Amelia.

Triage dies down when
the dead stay dead.

When we first set up and the
injured started flooding in,

bad things happened. Everyone
wants to be a survivor,

but when you actually see
one fresh off the belt,

a survivor is the last
thing I'd wanna be.

[Trish] Dr. McCoy.

Hank.

Oh, this place...

I'm so sorry.

I'm heartened to
know that it is you

who will bear witness to
what happened in Genosha.

The death of the dream.

Walk with me.

Would you like that?

[Hank] Please.

Stand down, Rogue.

Please.

Where's Henry Gyrich?

He was moved out of
Riker's last week.

Genosha wasn't just
a mutant tragedy.

It shames us all.

But rampaging across the country
dishonors those who were lost.

[Rogue] Skip the hogwash

and tell me what America's top
cop is doin' all the way out here.

Like you, I'm hoping to use Gyrich
to get our hands on Bolivar Trask.

He built the Sentinels.

He's the natural first suspect
for that Master Mold in Genosha.

Last week, Gyrich was
transferred out of US custody

by some covert
division in the UN.

Black book, so secret...

They love telling
ya about it, huh?

No. These sorts
don't talk. Ever.

Hmm. Looks like they skipped
town before you got here.

Almost like they knew someone
was on the hunt for Gyrich.

[Rogue] "OZT."

So, who's Gyrich to these folks?

Exactly what I plan to ask him.

I was able to hack
the servers here.

Gyrich was transferred to
a facility in Mexico City.

Once I get the thumbs-up,

I'll lead my team to
Mexico to apprehend Gyrich.

I reckon we nab Gyrich now before
our mystery boys move him again.

This uniform shows up in Mexico
bashing heads in with you,

it sends a message.

Damn right.

That you stand with mutants.

Unless you don't now?

[Captain America] Gotta do
this by the book, Rogue.

Right now, my hands are tied.

Well, if your hands are tied,
you won't be needin' this.

[grunts]

Start bulking up,
kid. w*r is comin'.

Think there's really
gonna be a w*r?

My foster parents called this
morning asking the same thing.

I told them not to worry.

Hadn't heard from
them in months.

You call your mom?

I'm on a ski trip in the Alps.

Don't look at me like that.

What if we'd been here, huh?

What if you were here?

The call she gets, not getting
what the cops are saying.

Something about an attack,
her son, mutants, dancing...

Stop pressuring me, Jubes.

Look what happens
when we don't hide.

When we shove it in their face.

Is it worth it, Jubilee?

I just know I wouldn't want my
parents finding out who I was

on the 5:00 news.

Don't want them
burying a stranger.

Will you come with me?

Duh.

The priority for the
foreseeable future

must be damage control.

Hell, tall order when mutants
everywhere are taking to the streets.

"Riots are the language
of the unheard."

Martin Luther King.

But smashing windows is
destruction, not communication.

Normal people won't accept
mutants if they feel threatened.

That fear is the whole issue.

[Hank] Perhaps the Professor's vision
for the future was too nearsighted

and begging for your tolerance
was our first mistake.

Oh, Hank, no, that's
not what I was saying.

But it is what you mean.

That is the issue.

As was your reporting outside my
home while my friends were dying.

[chirps]

Now, forgive me.

I dare not waste any more of
your tolerance, Ms. Tilby.

Now, this can't be right.

This ain't no jail.

This is a damn resort.

[♪ opera music playing]

[g*ns firing]

[soldier screams]

[glass breaks]

[Gyrich] I have no idea
where Bolivar Trask is.

I'd wager the ops who put you
up nice and fancy might know.

What's OZT anyway?

Let's just say you freaks

aren't the only ones making
friends in high places.

[both grunt]

Tell Summers his wife's cute
psychic probes won't work this time.

Not against this.

Not against him.

Honey, this ain't
that sorta probe.

[groaning]

- Quit fighting me!
- [screams]

- [continues screaming]
- [groans]

- [both groan]
- Psychic echoes.

This much death
can stain a place.

So many last thoughts,

unfulfilled dreams,

cycling on repeat,

stuck, rotting.

So many futures lost.

So many pasts unfinished.

Lacking closure.

Like...

Like us.

[Cyclops] I'm sorry, Jean.

I told you, this
isn't your fault.

No, for...

For how complicated
things got between us.

Our lives have
never been simple.

[Cyclops] It feels
different this time.

Different than when I died
in that shuttle crash?

Or when I sacrificed myself
to the sun or Dark Phoenix?

Yet you always came back.

One of us did.

[groans] Scott.

Someone.

Up ahead. A telepath?

Madelyne.

[man] This way, this way!

Jean telepathed!
They found someone!

[people chattering indistinctly]

[groans]

[crowd cheering]

Extraordinary.

Diamond transmutation has never
been one of Emma's abilities.

Perhaps a dormant mutation
triggered by duress?

[coughs] I've always done well

[coughs] under pressure.

[Morph over comms] All X-Men
to the Blackbird immediately.

It's Trask.

[Bolivar] I didn't know what
he was using my DNA for.

He said nothing about Genosha.

- Who didn't?
- Mister Sinister.

Sinister promised to
help me get my life back.

He didn't say it'd
be a mutant m*ssacre.

Why would we possibly believe a
murdering maniac like you, Trask?

Come to the UN Peace
Legion in Madripoor.

I'll clear the building.

Note this.

The lobby vending machine
is never out of diet.

Come see the horrifying
face of your future.

[screen turns off]

To review, Trask
created Master Mold,

i.e., all of this is
literally his fault.

I.e., we can't trust him.

[scoffs] Really
is stranger days.

Buckle up, team.

We head to Madripoor.

[Ford] Your mother is taking
afternoon wine in the parlor.

Nonalcoholic spritzers will be
available for you and your friend.

Thanks, Jimbo.

No one raised this
way is "normal."

Hey.

You got this, okay?

We go in, charm with
small talk and...

Mãe, I'm a mutant.

[♪ soft music playing]

Or that.

This is such a relief.

- It is?
- It is?

Baby, four of our homes have
caught fire mysteriously

since you turned 16.

And do you truly think
your father and I

believe a band of Somali pirates
hijacked your yacht in the Hamptons?

You knew?

Why didn't you say anything?

Your father and I agreed,
it was your secret to tell.

A mother knows, Roberto.

And you would be one of the
X-Men, if I'm not mistaken?

They call me Jubilee, ma'am.

Thank you for helping my son.

I was afraid he'd be
facing this all alone.

Now, the trick will be making
sure we keep this all private.

Wait, what now?

What do you mean,
keep it private?

Honey, shareholders are rattled
by anything mutant-related,

especially after this
awfulness in Genosha.

They can't know we have
a mutant in the family.

So, we'll have to discuss some new
rules concerning your associations

and how to be more

discreet.

Spritzers?

- [Nightcrawler speaks German]
- [gasps]

[Rogue] Oh, Kurt.

Indeed it is I, sister.

How do you feel now?

[sniffles] Well, bit
of a headache, but...

[sighs] I'll live.

[♪ melancholy music playing]

Remy's dead,

but that don't mean
I'm ready to accept it.

We all grieve in our own way.

[scoffs] You sure
pulled the short straw

in the adopted sister
department, didn't ya?

Got the gal who goes
bonkers over losin' a boy.

Over losing two.

And her confusion
is only natural.

But she did not cause Gambit
or Magneto to be k*lled.

- She helped them live.
- [Rogue gasps and sobs]

[wailing]

[♪ operatic music playing,
"Lakmé, Act I: Flower Duet"]

[radio warbling]

[ ♪ rock and roll music playing, Sheb
Wooley "The Purple People Eater"]

[chuckles] Bravo.

Just as you dreamt it.

[Bastion] Yet you nearly
ruined my surprise.

[grunting]

- [EKG flat lines]
- [radio warbles]

[♪ operatic music resumes]

[thunder rumbling]

[Wolverine sniffing]

[Wolverine] Now we know what Trask
meant by clearing the building.

Sleeping gas.

Praise be. "They're
never out of diet."

Über-secret break room behind
a busted vending machine?

Mmm. A-game, bad guy, A-game.

[slurping]

[Trask] August 28,

the MK-1 model is proceeding
with minor adjustments

made to its AI unit.

Asimov's law be damned,
we cannot limit our scope.

The mutants must be
made to heel and all...

Since when did the United Nations house
classified cybernetics facilities?

[Rogue] Hey, y'all.

Same mystery getup as the fellas
who were guarding Henry Gyrich.

- OZT.
- [Wolverine] OZT?

Not ringin' any bells
from my spy days.

Maybe we ask poor man's
Oppenheimer before he...

[Bolivar] I made the Sentinels
to protect normal people.

"Now I am become Death."

We're gonna have to save this
dirt bag from himself, aren't we?

[Rogue] Now, don't do
anythin' silly, Doctor.

Tell us what OZT stands for.

Some group that rose from the
ashes of my old Sentinel program.

While you X-Men have been
holding hands with mankind,

they've been placing dominoes.

What about Mister Sinister?

[Bolivar] That madman is one of the
most brilliant engineers in history.

He said my designs were "cute."

He's building a new
type of Sentinel.

Worse than what
we saw in Genosha.

The technology in these cases is
light-years ahead of ours today.

How could he even
obtain such access?

I don't know.

But I won't let him make me any more
of a monster than he already has.

- [grunts]
- [Rogue] Easy, boy.

You want redemption?

Help us get the real bad guys.

What else can you tell us?

Anythin' helps.

I'm sorry.

I have nothing.

Same, sugar.

[Bolivar screams]

- [body thuds]
- [woman screams]

Rogue, what have you done?

What we all wanted to do.

[gasps] Is this who we are now?

That maniac k*lled Remy and
thousands of people on Genosha.

That rotten piece of
scum put a good man,

my man...

- [ominous voice] Terminate mutants.
- [gasps]

[coughs]

[coughs]

[bones cracking]

What in the name of all heaven?

[Hank] Trask has mutated
into some sort of...

[Cyclops] Human Sentinel. Okay.

Prime Sentinel
protocol activated.

Terminate mutants.

[all gasp]

[Nightcrawler] Rogue!

Summers!

Jean, you get the building,
I'll get the debris. [Grunts]

[Prime Bolivar]
Surrender, mutants.

[Jean] I can still sense
Trask's mind inside.

He put Rogue down with one hit.

We can't pull our punches.

X-Men, take him down.

- [groans]
- Mutant neutralized.

Morph! No!

Mutant neutralized.

- [Jean grunts]
- Mutant neutralized.

Stay down!

Do you remember what my inferior
form asked you in the Sahara?

Tell me, orphan.

How does it feel to be
abandoned by the future?

[screams]

Electromagnetic cluster grenades

are the quickest way to
take these suckers down.

Cable? What the hell
are you doing here?

- Huh.
- [gasps]

Your eyes...

No!

All along?

It can't be.

[Cable] Get out of my brain.

You're not her.

[Cyclops] Oh, my God.

Nathan.

Let's skip the reunion, Dad.

Trask got it wrong.

Sinister's working for
someone else. Someone worse.

And if you X-Men don't stop him,

there won't be much of a
future worth living in.

[Bastion] Admit it.
You're impressed.

Impressed by your masterpiece
tipping our hand to the X-Men?

How does this help you deliver
the prize you promised me?

[Bastion] Trask
was a rough draft

and his tussle with the gene-freaks
gave us invaluable tactical data

for my real masterpiece.

The X-Men will learn from
this, too, you blithering fool.

You should've waited until
roll out and overwhelmed them.

[Bastion chuckles]

[Bastion] Oh, Sinister, you and the
villains of old have been failing

since '92 to squash these pests.

What you would do is my
road map for what not to do.

You were one of
those villains once.

Hmm. Yet, unlike the
rest of you, I evolved.

Here. The next bit's
a pill for your antsy.

My techs repaired a
damaged alien satellite

the X-Men used to chat with
their allies, the Shi'ar.

[Lilandra] ...your
Empress is to be married

and our empire shall
welcome a new emperor.

Professor Charles Xavier.

They said Gyrich k*lled Xavier.

[Bastion] Our merry band of muties have
been selling the world a very big lie.

And so have I.

[ ♪ rock and roll music playing, Sheb
Wooley "The Purple People Eater"]

♪ Well I saw the thing
Comin' out of the sky... ♪

Nifty bop, right?

I've had to be bad lately.

But heat, like music,

it softens things.

Softens follicles.

Opens pores.

Makes the flesh pliable.

This way, once I have
to get to work...

Smooth as butter.

So long as you stay still.

So long as you don't resist.

Simply listen and obey.

See?

You were born for this.

♪ It was a one-eyed, one-horned
Flyin' purple people eater ♪

♪ One-eyed, one-horned
Flyin' purple people eater ♪

♪ A one-eyed, one-horned
Flyin' purple people eater ♪

♪ Sure looks strange to me ♪