Revolution

Previously on Revolution...

We're working for the Patriots.

- We'll keep you close. - What about my son?

Well, we have a very special plan for him.

Secretary Allenford, acting command.

- Good luck, lady. - You can't leave me here.

- My apologies. - It's your son.

They've got him at the reprogramming center.

I'll take you there

if you get me out of here.

Miles.

Charlie.

Come with me. I want to show you something first.

I don't want your help, Bass.

You can't do this alone. You need me.

Those are the Texas Rangers.

Director Edward Truman with the U.S. government.

Well, I'm John Franklin Fry,

Secretary of the Interior of the great nation of Texas.

- He's our best shot. - At what?

Starting a war with the Patriots.

- They're invading. - I need proof.

You gotta come alone.

All we gotta do now is frame the Patriots for this.

Texas is gonna go nuts.

What's up?

It's Fry. He's M.I.A.

I can't find him anywhere.

Evening.

Well, Cynthia's probably worried sick.

Thank you for a truly horrific evening.

Rachel?

Where the hell have you been?

- Charlie. - Hey, grandpa.

Fry's tracks led here.

Got something!

Shell's one of theirs.

Came from a Patriot gun.

Son of a bitch.

Hey, over here!

Wound matches too.

I say we ride for Willoughby,

slaughter every last one of those Patriots.

If this is what I think it is, we gotta do this right.

Yah! Come on.

Told you it would work.

You wanted a war...

you got one.

Charlie, please pass the milk.

You bet, mom.

- Thank you, sweetheart. - Of course.

Enough.

You keep this act up, I'm gonna lose my mind.

What do you mean?

This.

What is with you two?

Fake-grinning your way through whatever's going on.

Everything's fine, grandpa.

Like hell!

Your daughter... is back.

You should be happy.

Both of you.

Something's up.

Now, you two want to tell me what?

I gotta go.

Aw, come on!

You gotta be kidding me.

He was out on patrol.

I just wanted to sit him down for a little chat.

Okay? No one saw me.

Are you stupid?

The plan was to lay low,

wait for Texas to start killing Patriots, not you.

By the way, where's Texas?

Just relax, all right? They're on their way.

It worked.

Till then, here you go.

What is this?

That's base coordinates,

personnel rosters, target cities...

this guy sang like a bird.

This is pretty good.

Yeah, there you go. Huh?

How about a thank-you?

No? All right.

I dug a hole around back.

Grab his legs.

That's if you can, stumpy.

You know, I was thinking.

I really hate the son of a bitch,

but you know who'd be handy against these guys?

Tom Neville.

All right. This is as far as I go.

Your son is about two hours that way.

The deal was you help me get him,

not point in a vague direction.

The reprogramming center should scare you.

It scares me.

I'm not getting any closer than I have to.

When I lay eyes on him,

then you're free to go.

Oh, God! I'm leaving.

- Just hold on. - No!

This is a field exercise.

Sent out to hunt and kill whoever they find,

- no questions asked. - What are you saying?

The cadets from the center... they did this.

These people look like they were ripped apart by wolves.

That's what the cadets are, at this point.

Patriot special ops... this is their boot camp.

More like Hitler youth on meth.

That too.

What kind of crazy-ass game are you people running?

They're not my people anymore.

Go!

Come on! Come on!

How's your friend?

Is he hanging in there?

Hey, come on in. Make yourself at home.

Does he need anything... hot lunch, cold beer?

What do you want me to do?

Something. Anything.

There is a monster in our backyard,

and you're not doing a damn thing about it.

No.

Actually, you're bringing him lunch.

He got more intel off one of their guys in two hours

than we've been able to get in days.

Am I supposed to be impressed?

That he can torture people?

The Patriots are smart. They're vicious.

They got you on a wanted poster, God knows why...

This is what we need!

We need somebody who's willing to do this.

'Cause if he doesn't do it,

I'm gonna have to.

I think you're full of crap.

Haul him up.

On behalf of the United States government

and the sovereign nation of Texas,

Sebastian Monroe,

you are under arrest.

What's going on?

That's Texas...

and the Patriots together.

Not killing each other.

I got nothing.

As Commander-in-Chief of this fine nation,

I can't tell you how proud I am of today's operation.

I'm especially proud of my friend,

Texas ranger Malcolm dove.

And working with our new friends

from the new United States government,

he arrested the continent's most wanted man...

Sebastian Monroe.

I thought you handled it.

- So did I. - Justice...

How the hell did they find him?

Demands an immediate trial for his numerous crimes.

And if found guilty

by the power of Texas law,

he won't live to see another sunrise.

Human Torch.

It's your comic.

What's it about?

Um, it's about this guy

who can... torch things.

Let me guess... you are single.

No, actually. This is research.

Never mind.

Bonnie Webster.

And you're Aaron Pittman.

Before the blackout, I worked at Forbes,

and you were on the cover of our "30 under 30" issue.

It was back in '09, I think?

Good times.

Yeah.

So you're with this circus that just rolled in?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm with General Carver's press corps.

Press?

Wait. Since when is there press?

In Austin, there is.

Politicians enjoy reading about themselves.

So shouldn't you be out there?

Nah. I wrote the story.

Texas hero.

He caught his Bin Laden.

That'll keep him comfy, fellated,

and in power for years.

I'm a writer, Aaron.

The truth isn't my business.

My job is to make heroes and villains.

And today, we are making them in Willoughby.

I count 10, maybe 12 guards out front.

5 or 6 in back.

It's too many. You sure about this?

Now that Texas is dry-humping the Patriots?

No way we can win without him.

We gotta get him out.