Previously on Revolution...
- Grandpa. - Charlie?
I didn't know where else to go.
It's my fault. I broke everything.
So where are you headed?
Nowhere in particular. Just kind of seeing the sights.
- That guy, Randall? - I'm a patriot.
- No! - Was just some Tim McVeigh whack job.
Not unless he was following orders.
From who?
My name is secretary Justine Allenford, with the United States government.
We're patriots.
You think they're behind the bombs?
These people nuked the East coast and killed your mother.
I am going to rip them apart
from the inside until they are begging me to die.
You got a big problem on your hands, sheriff.
The guy's from a war clan. I'm Titus Andover.
This is my family. Welcome.
Welcome, welcome, welcome. Think "great white."
They're gonna circle around, take small bites,
and then they will come in for the kill.
You stay with me. Aaron? Aaron!
Hey.
Aaron. Aaron!
Dad!
What the hell are you doing?
- Help me! He's alive! - What?
- Rachel? - Stay back, Cyn!
Go!
Aaron?
Hey, hey, right here.
Aaron, Aaron.
- It's okay, it's okay. - Rachel...
This isn't possible.
Hey.
Hey!
No! No, don't hit me!
No, no, please! Let me go!
Please!
Let me go! Let me go!
Please, let me go! Let me go!
Sara?
Sara Wilkerson?
Hi, sheriff.
- What's behind the red door? - I don't know.
People go in, and they don't come out.
My son, Andy, went in.
I bet you're regretting your career choice about now?
- You might say that. - So...
You want to tell me how you ended up sheriff?
You know, when I was a kid,
my dad used to tell me these stories
about a ranger... from Dallas, Fort Worth.
A tough son of a bitch.
I guess I just wanted to grow up to be like him.
Yeah? What was his name?
Walker.
Your dad told you stories of Walker, Texas ranger?
Why? Have you heard of him?
His legend's known far and wide.
What the hell? What are you doing?
Him. Not him.
Revolution S02 Ep02 - There Will Be Blood
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- Hey. - Hey.
How're you feeling?
For a dead guy, okay.
A little dehydrated. Hungry for brains.
How long did my heart stop?
2 1/2 hours.
That's... That's impossible.
Yes. Yes, it... it is.
Cynthia won't stop crying.
Says she prayed for this to happen.
She thinks it's a miracle.
I mean...
It's the nanotech that did this, right?
It's the only logical explanation
- I can think of. - Right.
The microscopic robots in the air magically resurrected me.
That sounds totally logical.
Why did this happen?
I mean... was it... was it a malfunction?
Did somebody program them?
What...
- What the hell is happening to me? - I don't know.
Hey, pal, stop right there!
I said, stop!
Come on! Everybody in!
Move! Come on, come on!
Listen, Marty, I hear you.
After what happened to the sheriff,
it's just safer we all stick together.
For how long?
Just until the rangers from Austin get here, all right?
Shouldn't be more than a few days.
Come in a little closer,
'cause I don't want to have to yell this.
It's a scary story, so we need to keep it quiet here.
Okay, you ready?
So, once upon a time,
in a city called New York,
there lived four brave souls
who called themselves "the Ghostbusters."
It all started in the New York public library.
I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you think I can do.
Please, dad, you're like the godfather around here.
You ask the deputy or anyone to save Miles, and they will.
Really?
The same deputy who's drinking his panic away over there?
- Dad... - What they did to Mason...
That wasn't enough of a message for you?
You want to go poking at them?
No! No one's going anywhere!
We will be in and out.
They won't even know we were there.
I just need a couple of guys!
I'm not gonna let you get yourself killed.
He took care of Charlie.
He saved me, dad. I owe him.
You're gonna leave him there to rot?
Damn it! I am not the bad guy here.
- I owe him too. - Then help me!
He brought you home.
You don't think I'm grateful?
I just want to keep what he gave me.
I'm sorry.
Rise and shine.
All right, listen up.
I'm gonna patch you up,
but if you try anything cute,
you'll get a lot more than a blast of rock salt this time.
That's my partner.
Got a million dollar smile, doesn't he?
So...
How'd you find Monroe?
Yeah. Yeah, I know who he really is.
Well...
Don't talk my ear off.
Yeah, I get why you want to kill the ass hat,
but get in line. Everybody does.
I mean, the guy who dropped the bomb?
- Yeah, that's right, I dropped it. - Just cram it, douche.
But we've been tracking him for months,
so I can't let you screw it up now.
So what are you gonna do?
She talks.
Well, with you?
Still debating.
Depends on how pleasant you are.
I meant with Monroe.
We're taking him to our employers.
You're bounty hunters.
For who? At the moment,
- the U.S. Government. - What U.S. Government?
What the hell are you talking about?
You'll find out soon enough, pal.
All right, whatever, whoever they are.
Just put a bullet in his brain. Hand him in dead.
They want him alive.
They've been very clear on the subject.
Well, then you're even dumber than you look.
Which, believe me, makes you seriously dumb.
He'll escape and slit your throat,
and then you won't have jack squat.
I liked it better when you weren't talking.
Wait.
Hyah! Yah!
Stop!
Or I drain the bitch...
All over my nice shoes.
Boy, you really are something special, fancy pants.
Titus is gonna want to have a word with you.
Thanks again for the drink, Mr...
Crane. Edgar Crane.
No, thank you.
You people are doing the Lord's work.
So before the blackout
this Allenford woman worked for the D.O.D.
Well, I guess it's not even a secret.
Apparently, she was on meet the press.
On what?
It doesn't matter.
The point is, I'll bet you she knew Randall Flynn.
Hell, I bet they even shared a cubicle.
I'm sorry, but what the hell does this mean?
Are you sure about this one?
He was with the rebel unit in Ashland.
He's a friend, dad.
What this means, friend,
is that the pollyanna,
flowers-out-your-ass America that you rebels
have been fighting for ain't what the patriots want.
Believe me, they want something else entirely.
- Like what? - Well, that's the big question.
But I'll tell you this...
They are wearing a mask.
A star-spangled one.
These are the people who dropped the nukes.
I am sure of it now.
But why?
Create a problem... Be the solution.
I mean, look at 'em.
Everybody hugging up all over them
like they're the second coming.
I lost my kids in that blast.
We all lost people.
That's why, for starters,
I'm going to assassinate that Allenford bitch.
Are you interested?
I heard what happened, Aaron.
I'm just glad you're all right.
Dr. Porter told me everything.
Isn't there doctor-patient... Can he do that?
- Do you even have a wound? - No, Pastor.
It completely vanished, like it never happened.
Well, then, that's a miracle, no two ways.
God has touched you, son.
Yay!
So where are they?
Miles and your mom. What happened?
You have some kind of a... falling out?
I get it.
I'm not really the one you want to open up to, right?
Just answer me one question.
You were there the night
that the bombs dropped, in the Tower, right?
Randall pushed the button, didn't he?
I knew it.
I walked him through the front door.
I might as well have pushed the button myself.
Right.
I'm sure you're just torn up with guilt.
You don't know me, Charlotte.
A lot of people depended on me to protect them.
What did they get for it? Cooked in their own skin.
Well, did it ever occur to you you sucked at your job?
You know, maybe Miles has a right
to talk to me like that, maybe. You?
You don't.
So watch your mouth.
You don't get to tell anybody anything.
You're nothing.
Just a drunk fighting for a coin in a whorehouse.
And if you won't put yourself out of your misery,
I'd be happy to do it for you.
Kid.
You know, you might be trying to run away from your mom,
but you are a hell of a lot like her.
You gotta help me, Ken. You're my last shot.
Rachel, I'm just a butcher.
I've seen you with a knife. I am begging you.
We're friends, right?
I mean, you spent more time passed out in my tub
than you ever did in your own bed.
You're the one that fed me all the shiner bock.
Bill Moberg said that he saw the clan's camp,
on Route 4, the old steel mill? Rachel...
We used to drink in the maintenance tunnels underneath.
We could sneak in, grab Stu. I'm begging you.
This guy, Stu, who is he to you?
He's a friend.
Look, I like Stu.
I do. But...
We don't have nearly enough guns or guys who can shoot 'em.
We need all hands on deck,
to protect the town, our kids.
I gotta go. They're waiting to eat.
Sorry, Rachel.
Listen, I got a pretty full afternoon,
so whatever you're gonna do, just do it.
I hear you're a hell of a swordsman.
Not like the rest of those sheep in town.
If only you hadn't gone back for that whimpering slut,
you might have just gotten away.
You thought you had to, right? Had a moral obligation?
See, but that's an outdated notion.
'Cause we live in a different world now.
It's a better one.
Can you... you can hear yourself, right?
Are you aware of how creepy you sound?
You know, in the old world,
I was a headmaster
at the Jessup Academy for boys.
Get this... The night of the blackout,
the police were coming to arrest me... me!
Simply for images I had on my computer,
for art.
Yikes.
But then...... No more power.
No more computer.
No police, no law, and I was born anew.
It was a sign. God wants us to be free
to do whatever we want.
And all the boys in my care,
some of them thousands of miles from home, they were free too.
Many of them are still with me,
free to do whatever they want, whenever they want to.
No limits, no rules.
How is that not a better world?
Yeah.
That whole Lord of the flies thing
seems to be really working for you.
Listen, if you're gonna kill me,
go ahead and kill me. Just stop talking.
No, no. No, no.
Show him.
- Who's that? - The rider your town sent to Austin.
He was supposed to beg for help.
Beg the rangers to come save you.
Well, he never made it.
What are you doing in Texas, anyway?
You mouth-breathers never make it this far south.
What are you after?
I'm not going to kill you, by the way.
Not yet.
Okay. Why not?
That's a surprise.
But I can't risk you murdering any more of my kids, either.
So... I had an impulse.
Hey, buddy! Can you move this thing?
Be out of here in a minute.
This way, ma'am.
Gun! Down!
Detain him! Detain him!
Gross.
Guess you're not as lucky as I am, pal?
Help!
Somebody help!
Hey, buddy.
Are you Ok...
Ben?
Aaron, it's you.
It's you, Aaron.
What? Ben?
Wha... why? Wha... my...
My God.
My...
Aaron?
What's wrong?
What are you doing on the floor?
So what are you gonna do to me?
Well, you are a complete pain in the ass.
But...
I don't like killing.
Not unless I have to.
You killed him, you son of a bitch!
Charlie, stop, stop!
Hyah! Yah!
We've got nothing to say to each other.
I agree.
Carter? Phil?
They owe me a favor, a big one.
And they're handy in a fight.
Look, I've never been able to shake you out of a bad idea
once you get it into your skull.
Just answer me this.
Just forget what he did for Charlie,
or that you owe him.
Is he worth it?
All right, then.
No. You are not coming.
Like you're going without me.
Dad!
Don't forget, you come by your stubbornness honestly.
I was holding him.
His blood was on my hands.
I could smell the gunpowder!
Cyn, I'm losing my mind. That's the only explanation.
Aaron, you've got to stop. You're driving yourself crazy.
Because crazy is what's happening.
Okay, look, maybe there is an explanation.
Maybe this is a miracle.
From God?
Sure, yeah.
Why don't I go and change water into wine,
and then we can just have a bitching rager.
Please don't talk to me like that.
You know, just because I believe does not make me a whack job.
I'm sorry.
I know you believe, but I just don't.
But Cynthia, this isn't some answered prayer.
Some things are just random.
Ben was just a misfired synapse in my clearly mushy brain.
You came back from the dead.
Your wounds healed, like magic.
- How can you explain it? - I...
I know what brought me back.
You do?
I don't know why.
I'm not sure there is a why,
other than some malfunction, but I know what.
And I also know what caused the blackout,
if you're interested.
What the hell are you talking about?
11, 10...
- Aaron, now. - 9, Aaron!
I'm trying!
7, 6, 5...
- I've almost got it. - 4, 3...
- What happened? - It crashed.
Can we fix it? Rachel?
2.
I almost had it. How did it crash?
Drop it, Miles.
What's going on?
Here, here. I can help you.
I can help you.
God.
Don't worry, it won't hurt for much longer, fancy pants.
You're next.
Have a seat.
Thank you.
What's your name?
Edgar Crane.
Well, I owe you a great debt of gratitude, Mr. Crane.
Thank God you showed up when you did.
Well, I hope you don't think that was an accident.
I meant to be there.
I noticed that young man this morning,
eyeing you like he was Lee Harvey and you were J.F.K.
My gut told me to follow him, so I did.
- That's some gut. - This isn't my first rodeo.
I worked security for the Monroe militia.
Even met Monroe himself, once.
But that's all in my past.
Now... I want to help you.
Is that so?
In case you haven't noticed,
you have a security problem.
I mean, this camp is crawling with unsavory types,
and you need someone with their ear to the ground.
I mean, clearly your men do not.
And why should I trust you?
You mean, besides me saving your life?
After all, you were Monroe militia.
I did what I had to do to survive.
We all did.
But I was born an American,
and I would like, very much, to be one again.
I'll just have to keep my eye on you, Mr. Crane.
Give me a torch.
Holy hell.
Settle down, fancy pants. It'll be over soon.
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