Previously on Revolution...
- Aaron! - Cynthia!
We have the doctor to thank for finding you.
Gene?
I'd like to pick your brain about the nanotech.
You're gonna teach me how to use it.
- You're the nanotech. - We're everywhere.
We're in the air. We're in your head.
You woke us up, you made us.
What do you want from me?
Thank God you're alive.
Who is this assclown you're with?
He's my husband.
I was on my way to the White House
to kill the president.
Both of us are gonna keep our mouths shut.
We can still get everything we wanted.
I know you all are in there! Get 'em out, Gene.
Let me stay behind.
- Your son. - Where is he?
What I care about is my son, Miles.
You hid him from me.
Miles? You're burning up.
It's infected.
Mr. Pittman, get rid of the tumor in my skull.
- Give me some time. - I'm out of time.
No!
Kill him.
This was Horn.
On your feet, Gramps. We gotta go.
Come on, up.
Yeah, yeah, I'm alive. Come on, go.
Charlie.
You did this?
Come on.
I don't get it. Why are you helping me?
It's not for you.
Dad?
Look at you.
I'm fine.
Rachel,
I'm sorry for everything.
Though this is touching, really, go help him.
I'm gonna need some things.
- We're everywhere. - Where are you from?
Oklahoma. A town called Spring City.
Ever been?
Spring City.
You sure that doesn't ring a bell?
- I'm sorry, no. - It has to be important.
It has to, or he wouldn't have said it.
I think that you're in shock.
After everything that you've been through,
after what happened to Cynthia--
She's the one who said I need to deal with this,
and if I had, maybe she would still be alive.
- No. - Aaron.
I just want you to know
how sorry I am.
Do you mean for screwing over your family
or for turning me and Cynthia in?
Don't apologize to me.
Apologize to her.
Miles is awake.
Give me some whiskey.
You know water makes me sick.
You scared the hell out of me.
Oh, stop making this about you.
Good. You're awake.
- We need to talk. - Not now, Bass.
I'm done waiting. Now.
Give us a minute.
- Where's my son? - I still need you here, Bass.
That's not the deal.
Look, these patriots, still a big problem--
Where is he, Miles?
You said if I save Pittman you'd tell me.
I saved him.
I even threw in old man traitor as a bonus.
I held up my end.
Now it's your turn.
Tell me where my son is.
His name's Connor.
And I'll do you one better-- I'll take you to him.
This is ridiculous.
You're in no shape to go anywhere.
He's right.
- I owe him. - Okay.
Tell him where his kid is, and he can go find him.
Good riddance.
I do that, he'll never come back.
Good.
Rachel, we still need him.
He's useful, and he saved your dad, for one thing.
Look.
We'll take him down to find the kid,
who probably won't even be there.
Then we'll drag him right back.
Wait. We?
Yeah, I want you to come.
On your little Thelma & Louise road trip?
I don't think so.
Charlie's gonna be fine.
I know.
It's Monroe.
We're like gasoline and a match.
Look, I'm worried.
He and I get together, people tend to start dying.
I think it'd be better if you came.
Whatever you do, don't go near any patriots, okay?
Don't be morons.
Sit tight. Be back in a week.
- Bill. - Victor, how are you?
I'm well, thank you.
I want you to meet my wife, Rebecca.
And this reprobate is Chief of Staff,
if you can believe that.
Your husband is, uh, just jealous.
That's right.
Pleasure meeting you.
Tom.
Tom!
- The case. - Yes, sir.
Enjoying the party, Mrs. Doyle?
Well?
Odorless.
Colorless.
It'll look just like a heart attack.
There's nothing you can't do.
Yeah.
Well, I'm not sure I'm gonna use it.
You were ready to kill the president,
and now you're getting cold feet about the Chief of Staff?
Not cold feet.
I just find it interesting that your husband is next in line
to replace him.
And when he does, I'll whisper in his ear,
and you will be promoted.
That is the way the game is played, Tom, you know that.
So... we're doing this for me?
We are doing this for us.
- How you holding up, stumpy? - Don't worry.
I'll live long enough to help you find your kid.
Can I ask you something?
If I said no?
What are you hoping to get out of all this?
He's my son.
I don't know.
Maybe I can...do something for him, help him.
You think this is gonna be field of dreams?
You guys will have a catch?
He's got to be, what, 25 by now?
He may not be too happy to see you.
Whose fault is that, Miles, huh?
You're the one who took him away from me.
I just want to meet him, all right?
I think I deserve that much.
What?
You got something to say, why don't you just say it?
I have to help you find your son...
after you killed mine.
Grandpa, wake up.
Aaron took off.
He couldn't have gone far.
Uh, you check out the north bend, I'll look south.
Where's the other wagon?
They're a day behind us.
Open the gates!
Seriously, Miles? Where are we going?
- Almost there. - Almost where?
We're running out of Texas.
I never said he was in Texas.
You took my son to Mexico?
Why would you take my son to Mexico?
One, he's got family there.
Two, they're richer than most of the other republics.
Three, we wanted him as far away from you as we could get him.
- Some wall. - Yeah.
They want to keep the riffraff out.
So how do we get across?
I need eight strong backs to pick tomatoes!
You, get in. And, you, Andale.
Get in. You, get in.
I need this job.
I'll do anything.
Find a place near the front.
They're with me, okay?
Get in.
Find anything?
Aaron's trail, then I lost it.
How?
The jerk cris crossed two creeks.
He was paying more attention than I thought.
Guess he doesn't want to be found.
I'm sorry. He left 'cause of me.
He left for a lot of reasons, Grandpa.
I don't get it.
I mean, after what I've done, why aren't you angry?
You haven't even raised your voice.
I stopped yelling at old people.
It wasn't getting a damn thing done.
- Well, come on. - Where are we going?
The patriots are hauling wagons into town,
loaded with god knows what-- weapons, maybe.
We got to find out what's on 'em.
Mom said to stay put.
Since when do you listen to a word she says?
- Excuse me, I'll be right back. - Okay, hon.
Mr. Ch-- what shall I call you?
Mr. Chief of Staff?
Bill. You can call me bill.
- Bill? - Yes.
Tom, over here.
- Yes, sir? - I want you to bring me my case.
Sure thing.
Sir?
Gentlemen, the president has asked for us.
By your leave, ma'am.
Yes, thank you.
I guess it'll have to wait.
I guess it will.
Como estas?
If we're going to make a move, we should do it soon.
Nowhere to run for cover.
- Gotta wait. - Can't.
Can't do it. I'm done waiting.
Excusez-moi?
Excuse me.
Go.
All right. Well, congratulations.
You made it to Mexico.
Go enjoy the Mexican dream. Go! Go!
Get up!
Well, now we got ourselves a wagon.
What?
That.
You asked for my help. What'd you think I was gonna do?
What the hell?
You brought my kid down here, Miles?
This is nice.
What'd you do, buy him a hand job and an eight ball?
Didn't used to be like this.
It was actually pretty nice.
Just tell him we're looking for Gary and Susan Bennett.
What did he say?
Connor's aunt and uncle died eight years ago.
Eight--eight years? Mi--miles?
I didn't know.
When's the last time you heard from him?
Been a while.
They-- they had a kid with 'em.
Connor Bennett-- just ask him!
If we don't find him
or if I find a grave with his name on it,
you and I are gonna have some serious problems.
Sir.
Sir?
Are you all right?
Mind your own damn business.
We will never get another chance like that again.
You waited too long.
My boss was staring right at me.
There were factors beyond my control.
You sound like you're still an insurance adjuster.
I am not going back to being some lame housewife, Tom.
I don't care how you have to do it,
but there is a life that you promised me,
and I have sacrificed a hell of a lot to get it.
God help me, I love you,
and I will give you everything you want,
but don't you ever
forget who you're talking to.
He'd be about 25 years old.
His name's Connor Bennett.
- You know him? - I said no.
I can't help you.
Uh, what's with all the shoulder holsters?
Very dangerous.
Well, this town gets better all the time.
So he's gone.
We should get out of here while we still can.
I'm not going anywhere.
Not without a lead, something.
Look, I said I'd bring you here, and I did.
Now it's time to get back, deal with the patriots.
Oh, that's perfect, Miles.
First you kill the kid's mother,
and then you give up on the kid.
I didn't kill Emma.
One of your men did.
I'm not leaving without him.
Afternoon, folks.
So if you don't mind my asking,
what are you doing in town?
Yes, we do mind your asking.
Mind your own damn business.
You're in our town. Show a little respect.
Uh, Bass?
Wow, so this, uh-- this cockfighting ring of hell,
this is all yours?
I'm impressed, really.
Look at this man, huh?
Is this not the whitest Mexican in Mexico?
- Bass. - What?
That's him.
Wait a minute. I know you.
You're Miles, right?
You're Connor?
Who the hell are you?
I'm your dad.
My dad's dead.
My mom said he was a mechanic from East Lansing.
Yeah, well, Emma lied.
It's me.
That's the truth.
And where is my mom?
She's dead.
Look, I, uh-- I just want to talk.
Good. We'll have a heart-to-heart.
Maybe I'll make you an ashtray for father's day.
He does kind of sound like you.
You shut up.
And you--
you're gonna crawl back under whatever rock you came from,
or else I'll bury you.
You're gonna bury me?
What, with these, uh--these West Side Story pals of yours?
Please.
God, you--you're nothing but a two-bit thug.
Well, this thug's got 30 men working for him.
Wow, 30? 30 men, really?
How do you command so many?
This is a dead-end street, kid. Trust me, I know.
Really? And you know that how?
Because I'm Sebastian Monroe.
Y-you're-- you're serious?
You're really Sebastian Monroe?
I gotta go back.
- You can't. - Like hell.
Look, you saw him.
You met him.
That's it.
- Time to get back to Texas. - This is on you, Miles.
You brought an innocent kid down here.
You dumped him. Look what he turned into.
Some--some punk with delusions of grandeur.
Must be like looking in a mirror.
There's nothing Miles could have done.
Could have watched him, not watched him.
Put him on Mars, put him in a monastery.
It doesn't matter who raised him.
Connor was always gonna turn out just like this
because he's your son, he's your blood.
Well, by that logic, Charlie's gonna grow up and end the world.
All right, that's enough, both of you.
Come on, Bass.
Being some normal type of father--
That's--
That was never in the cards for you.
Why don't you just leave it alone, okay?
You're only gonna make it worse.
Sir.
What the--
We still need to talk.
Do we?
I'm not looking for a hallmark card here.
I'm--just five minutes, all right?
Come on. You must have some questions.
Yeah.
Yeah. Okay.
I got a question for you.
How did my mom die?
She died asking for you.
You know, when Miles came to drag me down here,
all my mom would tell me was that it was to keep me safe.
Now I finally get it.
It was to keep me safe from you.
Miles lied to both of us.
If I knew about you,
I would have come here in a heartbeat.
You'd be better off.
Well, I don't need your charity.
- I'm doing fine. - Right. Yeah, yeah.
With your sombreros and your pinatas
and your--what, your 30 men?
Just say what you need to say, and get the hell out of here--
I'm saying it.
You're not-- you're not aiming high enough.
30 men?
How about 1,000 men? 10,000 men?
What are you talking about?
You are a Monroe.
You should be leading the republic.
Why do you think I came all the way down here to find you, huh?
It should be passed from father to son.
Really?
Word's everywhere, pal.
There is no more Monroe Republic.
No. You and me.
Together we can take it back.
You're my son, and that's in your blood.
There's no escaping that.
Sorry, dad.
Gonna have to take a rain check.
Mr. Nunez wants to meet you.
What's going on?
Sir, something's happened with the chief of staff.
The president needs you immediately.
- At this hour? - Now, sir.
Is everything all right?
Go back to bed. Let's go.
Just so you know, once we get what we want,
I am going to take a knife, and I am going to gut
that chief of staff husband of yours.
Well?
Connor and some cartel guys dragged him off.
Let me guess.
We're gonna get ourselves killed saving Monroe?
Aren't you glad you came?
In the old days, you wouldn't have looked at an orange twice.
Now it's an unimaginable luxury,
And this is just the beginning.
Oranges from Florida,
tobacco from north Carolina.
See, we think that life should be
about more than just survival,
than just toiling in the fields.
We see a day when you can go to a grocery store,
take your family on vacation,
when your kids will know the taste of chocolate.
We can give you these things,
and all we ask in return is your loyalty,
your allegiance.
Please, join us in the glorious future ahead.
You look familiar to me. Where are you from?
Oklahoma. Town called Spring City.
Ever been?
Hello? Anyone?
I still think you were chosen, and you need to face it.
You woke us up.
Everything happens for a reason.
We're everywhere.
What the hell is going on?
Why here? What does any of this mean?
Aaron?
Grace?