Revolution

- 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.

- - Hey!

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?

Hey.

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.

Yah!

- Bill. - Victor, how are you?

I'm well, thank you.

I want you to meet my wife, Rebecca.

Hi.

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.

Hey.

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 *** 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.