Revolution

Previously on Revolution...

We're gonna need you to fix that code, Mr. Pittman...

You're a machine, and you're dying,

and you're losing control every second.

If the nano really are dying,

these must be its death throes.

Rachel. She's not breathing, Aaron, do something!

I'm fixing the code!

Do you hear me? I am fixing you!

Thank you, Mr. Pittman, for fixing us.

Now we can move on to other things.

- What are we gonna do now? - I wanna go home.

- What's all this? - The kid saved my life.

A debt is a debt.

Take the guys and go get your Patriots.

Let's go, boys.

They don't take orders from you.

They take orders from her.

Okay. Come on, then.

Drop it.

Now you wanna tell me what the hell's going on?

It's Julia. She's alive.

- The Patriots have her... - Tom!

And they will kill her.

All I need is Monroe.

Can't do it, Tom. Monroe's with us now.

- Just put the gun down, Tom. - I need Monroe.

Or I need you as bait to catch him,

or Julia's dead.

Then she's dead.

Or...

How about I shoot your sister-in-law's pretty face off?

I don't think you will.

You fire...

and we fire...

we all bite it and Julia's dead anyway.

Are you telling me that you're really willing

to take your last breath for a sack of crap like Monroe?

Son of a bitch.

- I want him alive! - Call your men off!

Sir, Matheson's as good as gone.

I lost half a dozen men last night,

and you've got the stones to ask me for more?

No one asked for Team Baby Huey to come barrelling in.

Sir.

So, yes.

I need more men.

And I need to do it my way.

You're on your own.

You're a fine Chief of Staff.

And I know Willoughby's a priority... must be.

But I also know that finding Monroe

is important to the President, too.

Ed. You're dismissed.

But this is my office.

Just do as you're told, Ed. It's what you're good at.

You know...

when you and your wife

did what you did to me, I enthusiastically

requested your executions.

But the President had other ideas.

I consider it a personal affront

that you two are still breathing.

So when I find Monroe... me... you know what I'll ask for?

You and your bitch wife's heads as bookends.

I can't stop you from trying to look for the man,

but I sure as hell am not going to help you.

Are we clear?

Perfectly.

So tell me something.

"Earth, Wind, and Fire" back here,

they're with you 24/7, right?

Yeah. So?

Well, I'm just wondering

how you find the time to sneak off and bang my son.

- Jeez. - No, I get it.

I get it.

No, where there's a will, there's a way, right?

Blackout with your cackout.

- Yeah, whatever that means. - You know, it's interesting.

Of all the guys you choose to screw,

you choose a Monroe.

I'm gonna be sick.

Take it easy.

Hold your fire.

You look terrible.

So do you.

So much for coming in stealth. Could hear you a mile away.

Yeah, well, we're not exactly traveling light.

You know, we could use twice as many guys.

We were lucky to get them.

All right.

I had money, you'd screw us over,

but I'll give you this one. You did all right.

Yeah, well, one, suck it.

Two...

It wasn't me. It was your niece.

Come on.

Our safe house isn't so safe anymore.

This way, guys.

Hey.

- You see that? - See what?

Well, I hate to be the one to tell you,

but they're sleeping together.

Charlie and Connor? No.

Why do you say that?

I know a little something about having a wild daughter.

So Neville's with the Patriots.

They got his wife.

And he's shadier than you. What'd you expect?

All right, let's go put him out of his misery.

First things first.

First? What do you mean? What's more important

than killing someone who wants me dead?

Come on, I'll show you.

No, Miles, I've just been walking for four days.

Can I sit on my ass for a minute?

Nope.

Get under that wire! Get under that wire!

Crawl home to mama!

Let's go! Are you a Patriot, huh?

You don't look like a Patriot!

Man, it's like...

full-on Full Metal Jacket down there.

Seems like all I do lately is lay up here,

rocks in my junk, spying on these fools.

They're just kids.

Where'd they get all the new recruits?

Some from Crockett, Huntsville.

Most of these kids, though, they're from Willoughby.

Check out two o'clock.

It's a munitions dump.

Seen him offload 60 mil mortars,

155 mil shells.

What the hell do they need that kind of firepower for?

I don't know. We could use it.

I was just gonna say the same thing.

Great minds, right?

Don't compare your brain to mine.

No, I'm telling you, you should've seen it.

Connor in Vegas. Kid's got some moves.

He's gonna be better than me one day.

All right, hold up. I gotta...

I gotta hit the head.

So you're happy your kid's a killer?

Oh, hell, yeah. Kinda proud, you know?

Guess it's like the family business.

Hey. Facedown, now.

Get on the ground.

Down!

So you suck at sneaking up on people, FYI.

How old are you, seven?

Get up. Up.

So what do you want to do with 'em?

Should we kill 'em?

When do you think we'll reach Willoughby?

About a week or so.

Oh, my God.

Is this not the best apple you've ever eaten?

Yup.

It's just like every other apple I've ever eaten, ever.

What?

What's gotten into you?

What do you mean?

I mean, ever since Lubbock, you've been...

Happy?

We've been through hell, Aaron.

But we survived. I mean, we're here.

We're here together.

I don't know, I've just been thinking,

maybe...

maybe that's a good thing.

Now, don't forget the jib sail.

Mr. President.

Oh. Hey, Ron.

Look at you.

You're just growing like a weed, aren't you?

What's the latest from Doyle?

Well, you can speak freely. We have nothing to hide.

The Willoughby reeducation center is up and running, sir.

Does General Carver have any idea?

General Carver's a grade-A...

he's a silly, silly man.

He's the Commander of Texas. Don't underestimate him.

Just make sure our cadets are activated

by the end of the month.

We're on schedule. It's going well.

Trust me.

Roger, our plan to take Texas depends on those cadets.

And from there, the rest of the continent.

Which means that backwater, inbred boot camp

is one of the most important ones we've got,

and Monroe and Matheson are still at large

around the very same camp.

But I should just trust you.

Is that what I should do?

Get those cadets in the field,

or I'll have you and Doyle and your families shot.

Understand?

Yes, Mr. President.