01x08 - Space Race

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "Timeless"...

Flynn outsmarting our security so easily... makes a lot more sense if he had inside assistance.

From Anthony?

He doesn't need us questioning his loyalty.

He needs us to save him.

You're helping Garcia Flynn?

Stop trying to interfere!

What are you trying to do?

What does this have to do with Rittenhouse? Tell me!

[intense music]

Okay, sequence camera coming on.

Okay, I'm still on SLEW, so we may tend to lose as we gradually pitch over.

Let me try AUTO again. I'll see what happens.

Rog.

Listen, babe. Everything's going just swimmingly, beautiful.

Okay, all flight controllers, go/no go for landing.

Retro.

Go.

FIDO.

Go.

Control.

Go.

Telecom.

Go.

Surgeon.

Go.

Guidance.

Air code 1202.

What's a 1202?

Looking.

Are we a go or a no go?

Could be malfunction.

Same alarm, and it appears to come up when we have a 1668 up.

Go or no go?

[tense music]

[computer beeping]

♪ ♪

Go.

If it doesn't recur, we're a go.

We'll monitor his Delta-H Flight.

Okay, looks like it's go.

CAPCOM, we are go for landing.

Eagle, this is Houston. We are go for lunar landing.

We're go. Same type. We're go.

Altitude-velocity light.

3 1/2 down. 220 feet.

♪ ♪

Low level warning.

Rog.

30 seconds of fuel left.

Still 100 feet up.

Lights on.

Gonna have enough fuel to land?

Looking good. Down a half.

Six forward.

20 seconds of fuel left.

Still 30 feet up.

Picking up some dust.

20 feet.

More forward.

Drifting to the right a little.

That's... it...

[stopwatch ticking]

♪ ♪

Contact light.

Okay, engine stop.

Houston, Tranquility Base here.

The Eagle has landed.

[cheers and applause]

[triumphant music]

Roger, Tranquility. We copy you on the ground.

Okay, settle down, now. Let's get on with it.

We got some work to do.

Whoo.

[shutter clicks]

Not too many people realize how close it came to disaster.

But we got 'em there, and we got 'em back.

You can use this photo for your book, if you'd like.

What was security like at NASA on the day of the Moon landing?

I can only imagine stricter than usual.

Oh, sure, thr*at of Commie spies...

I mean, that was really a big deal.

They gave everyone in my department new ID badges with a special magnetic strip, first of its kind.

You wouldn't happen to still have that badge, would you?

[chuckles] I wish I did.

I could make a fortune with it on eBay.

We wish you did too.

Mm.

Lovely home.

Ah, thanks.

How long have you lived here, Mr. Ellis?

Oh, my whole life.

I grew up here and retired here.

And I plan to die here.

[dark music]

♪ ♪

Ready?

♪ ♪

[whirring]

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪

After that, 38-year-old Neil Armstrong will begin to step down the nine steps of the lunar landing module to the surface of the Moon just before 2:00 Eastern Daylight Time tomorrow afternoon, but that could be changed, of course, later on.

What a moment that will be.

[wind chime tinkling]

We should get a black-and-white television picture of those...

♪ ♪

[wind howling]

[gasping]

[whirring]

[steam hissing]

Greetings.

We come in peace.

Are you Mr. Wayne Ellis?

Yeah, w...

[g*nshots]

[groaning]

♪ ♪

[Cronkite talking over television]

[suspenseful music]

Hi. A pipe burst in the house.

How fast can you get here?

They also have not...

It's called punch tape, old-school way to store data.

This one's basically a password.

I need it to access the system.

And this punch tape is at Lockman Aerospace?

That's right.

And so is she.

♪ ♪

All right, before I suffocate myself in polyester again, are we sure Flynn is headed to NASA?

Man landed on the Moon today.

NASA's the only thing going on in Houston.

Believe me, it's the only thing going on in the world.

And, Rufus, if Flynn's trying to screw the Moon landing, how would he do it?

He'd use Anthony. That's how he'd do it.

Huh?

Um, the problem is, there's about a dozen ways to scuttle it from the ground.

So what do you think Flynn's gonna do?

He's gonna knock over a radio tower, sh**t the place up?

Yes. No.

I don't know.

What?

Great, going in blind. Love it.

All right, when we get there, split up. We got to find Flynn.

Badges should get you in to Mission Control.

FBI. [chuckles]

I just feel like I would be able to cover a lot more ground if I weren't a secretary in the typing pool.

She says to the guy whose only possible cover is janitor.

Touché.

You want to fit in to NASA in 1969, that's the best I got for you.

Now get dressed and get going.

[suspenseful music]

And these suits they wear...

♪ ♪

[doorbell rings]

♪ ♪

You called about a busted pipe?

Come on in.

I got here as fast as I could.

[groaning]

[dramatic music]

[elevator dings]

[dramatic music]

[office chatter]

♪ ♪

Pardon me, miss.

Just one more moment.

Hello.

Um, sorry, sorry.

What... what can I do for you?

I'm looking for the computer technology department.

Burst pipe.

Ah. They're down the hall and to the left.

Maria.

Get this over to Peterson at Mission Control ASAP.

Yes, sir, right away.

Tough boss?

Oh, no, not usually.

Just today he's a little on edge, as we all are.

You know we helped build the lunar module.

You don't say?

Oh, is there anything else I could help you with?

No, you've been a big help already.

I like your sketch there very much.

You're very talented.

Oh, thank you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪

[man speaking indistinctly over intercom]

[tense music]

We are now coming up on 30 seconds to acquisition of the command module.

Hey.

♪ ♪

We'll stand by for...

♪ ♪

.. the command module.

Gene.

Wayne Ellis isn't here.

What do you mean, Wayne Ellis isn't here? Where the hell is he?

It's not like him to miss work, especially today.

Something must be wrong.

Well, something's gonna be wrong if you don't find me another guidance officer.

Now!

I haven't seen Flynn yet.

Lucy hasn't either. You?

Hello? You conscious?

I'm sorry. I mean, look around.

That's Charles Duke right there. He's an astronaut.

And that's Gene Kranz, flight director with the flat top and the ugly-ass white vest.

Wears one every mission for good luck.

♪ ♪

This Moon landing means something to you, huh?

Oh, it means everything.

It's like all of my heroes in one room on every Christmas and July 4th combined.

It is pretty amazing.

No.

It's terrible.

What if Anthony and Flynn ruin this?

Today of all days?

Let's find them first.

I'll check Flight Ops.

[suspenseful music]

[elevator bell dings]

[dark music]

♪ ♪

[beeps]

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[beeping]

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪

[whirring]

Come on. Come on.

[beeping]

Hey, need some help?

Oh, no.

Just, um... trying to get my card to work.

You got to have the right kind of clearance to get in.

Yes, I'm supposed to have all access, so...

[beeps]

Just like you do.

Sweetheart, grab me a cup of coffee when you get a chance.

Oh, no, no...

I'll be in 241.

Lots of cream, lots of sugar.

But I don't...

♪ ♪

[beeps]

♪ ♪

Hey, Bill, question for you.

♪ ♪

Have a good one.

♪ ♪

Okay, all flight controllers, go/no go for landing.

Retro.

Go.

FIDO.

Go.

Control.

Go.

Telecom.

Go.

Surgeon.

Go.

Guidance.

Go.

Eagle, this is Houston.

We are go for lunar landing.

We're go. Same type. We're go.

[indistinct speech over radio]

[tense music]

Low level warning.

Rog.

30 seconds of fuel left.

We're still 100 feet up.

Lights on.

Gonna have enough fuel to land?

That is looking good. Down a half.

Forward. 20 seconds of fuel left.

[radio chatter continues]

[dramatic music]

Rufus.

Surprised to see me... after you leave us for dead in 1754?

I'm sorry. That was Flynn.

I really don't care, 'cause that doesn't even touch what you're doing here, with what today means to you, to both of us.

It's not me.

It is you!

You are the same as Flynn if you don't help me.

Contact light.

Okay, engine stop.

I'm sorry. It's already done.

Tranquility Base here.

The Eagle has...

[static crackling]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

[chatter]

Comm systems are down.

What the hell is going on with the computers?

Computers are down. All comms are down.

Whole system's down.

Well, try another damn frequency, then.

Bounce the signal off our tracking station in Australia.

There has to be some way to get these comms back up.

Any luck?

[scoffs]

Middle-aged white nerds are swarming the place.

Bruhl could be anywhere.

No Flynn either.

How bad is all this?

Well, Armstrong and Aldrin are basically trapped on the lunar surface.

There's no way they're gonna be able to take off without help from Mission Control.

If no one's there to fix it, well, they run out of oxygen and they die up there.

They got six hours, maybe.

This is about more than the Moon landing.

The space race was much closer than most people think.

The Russians have an unmanned probe orbiting the Moon as we speak.

After Apollo 11, the Russians basically throw in the towel.

They start to abandon their m*ssile program.

They sign the Anti-Ballistic m*ssile Treaty.

If we fail today, the Russians, they could succeed.

We could lose the Cold w*r.

Not to mention Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin are American heroes.

Hell, they're my heroes.

Okay, so really freaking bad.

Yeah.

[sigh] Do we even know what Anthony did?

Best I can tell, he screwed with the mainframe, tanked the whole system.

I can get my hands on a computer, try and find out.

Maria Thompkins.

Anybody know who this is?

No.

Says she works at Lockman.

The defense contractor, right?

They helped build the lunar module.

They're going to help build a lot more than that.

I mean, spy satellites, fighter jets, drones, pretty much our entire national defense.

Maybe this is about more than tanking the moonshot.

Maybe this is about tanking Lockman too somehow.

You think this Maria Thompkins is somehow tied into this?

I don't know. I'm gonna find out, though.

[clattering]

Here.

[dramatic music]

You two just make sure those astronauts get off the Moon.

♪ ♪

Man, we live weird lives.

Tell me about it.

Mm.

♪ ♪

Follow me.

Ah, jeez.

I find it fascinating Rufus got your briefcase since he's supposed to be stranded in 1754.

He must have repaired the Lifeboat somehow.

I guess I taught him well.

Can Rufus fix the computer?

No way. It's an antiquated platform he knows nothing about.

I taught him everything he knows, but I didn't teach him everything I know.

Are you sure?

Do I need to come back and intervene?

No, what you're doing is too important.

We're under control here.

I know Rufus.

He doesn't perform well under pressure.

Okay, just make sure he doesn't.

[sighs] I swear, why do I even delegate?

♪ ♪

Eagle, this is Houston.

Do you read?

Eagle, this is Houston.

Do you read?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

What's error 1202?

System overload.

A steady stream of data is flooding the computer.

It's crashing the network.

How long will it take them to fix it?

10, 20 years.

What?

Anthony basically launched a modern DDoS att*ck against NASA.

They've never seen a virus like this before.

They've never even heard the term "virus."

Can you fix it?

I can't even find the source.

I feel like a race car driver behind the wheel of a Yugo.

There's more computing power in my toaster than there is in all this crap!

How could Anthony do this?

He knows what these astronauts are going through, probably more than anybody.

What do you mean?

It was Anthony who first took out the Lifeboat.

Can you imagine... being the first guy to do something like that, how terrifying it must have been?

I have some idea.

Yeah.

So the first time, you didn't go?

Oh, hell no.

I swore to God I was not getting in that damn thing.

Something went wrong.

[clears throat]

We got Anthony back, barely.

He was laying in a hospital bed for seven months.

I was right there beside him, every day.

I was happy to do it.

We were more than just friends, coworkers.

We were brothers.

[poignant music]

I thought I knew him as well as I knew myself.

But after what he went through, if he's willing to make those astronauts go through worse, then I don't know him at all.

Hey.

Hey.

This is not over.

We have time. We can fix this. You can fix this.

Hey, we don't just need to access the mainframe.

More than that, we need someone who actually knows how to work these antiques.

What?

[dramatic music]

I think I know who can help us.

Oh, okay.

Uh, who?

The smartest person in the building works in the basement.

Katherine Johnson, the NASA mathematician?

Graduated high school at 14. Graduated college at 18.

Calculated Alan Shepard's first space flight, plus a bunch of the Mercury and Apollo missions.

John Glenn wouldn't even trust a computer.

He'd only let Katherine do the math.

And she did this all as a black woman in 1969.

You ever see the movie "Apollo 13"?

Of course.

Yeah, well, she wasn't in it, even though she was a big part of bringing that crew back home.

I hope she can help.

If anyone can, it's her.

And how about a refill, sweetheart?

Lots of cream, lots of sugar.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[knocks]

Hi.

Um, you're Katherine, right? Katherine Johnson?

Yes, can I help you?

Um, Gene Kranz would like to see you.

Can you come with us?

What?

What is this about?

Um, well, Gene says it's important.

Really?

Can you be any more vague?

We need your help to save the Apollo 11.

You're the janitor.

Yeah, that's the guy.

He was in here earlier, chatting up Maria.

So you think the guy's a Commie spy?

I mean, does he have anything to do with that mess over at NASA?

I think I'd like to find him as fast as I can.

So this Maria Thompkins, what does she do around here?

She's my secretary. And that's her desk right there.

Hmm.

All your secretaries work on advanced aircraft design?

Well, she goes to school at night.

She's studying to be an aerospace engineer one day.

Really?

Listen, what does a Commie want with her?

I mean, what has she done?

Maybe it's not what she's done.

Maybe it's what she's gonna do.

What does that mean?

Where is she right now?

She takes her kid to the park sometimes.

You want to go play up there?

Be careful, okay?

Okay.

[suspenseful music]

Don't climb too high.

♪ ♪

[chatter]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Excuse me.

Didn't we meet earlier?

You're the plumber.

You're right.

You're from Lockman.

Yeah.

What are you doing here? Oh, wait.

You're not following me, are you?

No, no. I, um...

Small world. Never know who you'll run into.

Guess not.

One of those yours?

Yeah, the... the little monkey on the jungle gym over there.

How old is he? Six, seven?

Good guess. He's 6 1/2.

Must be a hell of a day at your office with what's happening to those astronauts.

Such a pity.

Yeah.

They don't need you at work?

Oh, no, there's obviously not much I can do.

Not much anyone can do.

Can I confess something?

I haven't been entirely forthcoming.

Oh?

I was pleased to be at Lockman today.

I've been fascinated by that company my whole life.

You got a thing for aircrafts, huh?

You wouldn't believe some of the vehicles I've been in.

What I wouldn't give to pick your brain about the place.

Well, you're asking the wrong person.

I'm just a secretary.

Ah, don't sell yourself short.

I saw that drawing on your desk. You're very gifted.

I bet one day, you'll do some remarkable things at Lockman.

Thank you.

Mommy?

Hi, sweetie.

Who are you?

I'm friends with your mom.

Who are you?

Gabriel.

Gabriel.

Very nice to meet you, sir.

Now I have a very important question to ask you.

Do you like ice cream?

♪ ♪

[static crackling]

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

But... that's... impossible.

That's the trajectory we'd need to get the Apollo back from the Moon once the computers get back up again.

Check the math.

You're no janitor.

That's what I've been telling you.

Who are you people, really?

That part, you won't believe, and we don't have time to explain.

It's just a couple hours before those astronauts run out of oxygen and die up there.

Um, here. Take a look at this.

[clears throat]

[dramatic music]

What in God's name is all that?

That is a computer virus.

Works just like a real one.

Good news is, we can stop it, save Apollo 11.

How?

Look, I just need access to the mainframe, but you know the hardware much better than I do.

We need to take this to Gene.

No, I don't think that would be a very good idea.

But he's the flight director.

He needs to know about this.

And how do you think he'll react to hearing this from a janitor?

Probably about the same as me.

Look, we know that this is crazy.

But you tell us, what are they saying in Mission Control?

That they've never seen anything like this and they can't fix it.

Well, he can.

And trust me, you have no idea how much Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong mean to him.

They mean a lot to me too.

Well, I can get them home.

I just need your help.

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

[beeps]

♪ ♪

Hey, guys.

Gene wants to see you upstairs... both of you.

Now? We're a little busy.

Don't look at me. I'm just the messenger.

♪ ♪

Oh, wow.

[chuckles]

This is, um... impressive.

Our mainframe holds two megabytes of memory.

Two whole megabytes.

Huh.

Okay, so what do we do first?

Well, he downloaded the program from a magnetic tape reel.

How do we access the operating system to delete it?

First we need a punch tape.

Like this? Only not confetti?

I have some in my desk drawer.

Oh, oh, I'll go get it. You guys get started, okay?

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

♪ ♪

Ladies and gentlemen, the president of the United States.

Good evening, my fellow Americans.

Fate has ordained that the men who went to the Moon to explore in peace may very well stay on the Moon to rest in peace.

These brave men, Neil Armstrong and Edwin Aldrin know that...

You all right?

[sighs] Yeah. It's just hard to watch.

You know, I met Janet Armstrong once.

I just wonder what she's gonna tell her kids.

That their father's up there in the cold, forever?

I don't mean to pry, but you've been through something similar?

Not like that, no. But... yes, I...

I lost my husband.

Car accident.

I'm sorry to hear that.

And how long have you been married?

[chuckles]

I was married.

With a daughter.

Where are they now?

[solemn music]

They d*ed.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Oh, you had no way of knowing.

What happened?

♪ ♪

They were k*lled, m*rder*d.

m*rder*d?

Did they... did they catch who did it?

No.

[sighs]

I can't even imagine.

Sometimes it's a lot.

Yeah.

Sometimes I wish I could just... let go.

I'm sorry. I-I...

I know this is none of my business, but... if anyone ever hurt my boy, I would go to the ends of the Earth to find them.

There's absolutely nothing I wouldn't do.

And I would never let go.

Thank you for saying that.

♪ ♪

You know, he's usually so shy around strangers.

There must be something about you.

People around the world are left to worry at what went so wrong...

[dramatic music]

President Nixon just concluded his speech acknowledging that the astronauts currently on the Moon, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin, are stranded and will almost surely die on the lunar surface...

Excuse me, sir.

Yeah, what can I do for you, Officer?

Can't park here.

Gonna have to ask you to move your vehicle.

Yeah, not a problem. Sorry about that.

Sources at NASA...

Whoa. Hands where I can see 'em.

[suspenseful music]

Whoa, easy, buddy.

♪ ♪

I'm FBI.

I'm gonna reach in my coat pocket.

I'm gonna show you my badge, all right?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Suffered a catastrophic malfunction...

♪ ♪

I'm sorry. I have to go.

Okay.

And insiders acknowledge any rescue is impossible...

Sorry, Agent Mulder.

I'm just doing my job.

Not a problem.

♪ ♪

So how long should it take to download?

Around ten minutes.

Ten minutes?

I know.

Fast, huh?

You better be right about all this.

Those guys will be back any minute.

I can get into a world of trouble.

I am. Just trust me.

Trust you?

Maybe you haven't noticed, but it isn't exactly raining black women around here.

I've had to prove I belong here every day.

Now I'm putting that all on line for this?

For you?

[sighs]

I must be crazy.

You're right, I haven't given you any reason to trust me.

But I'm asking you to anyway, because the very last thing I'd want to do is let you down.

Why is that?

Honestly, I'm a little star-struck right now.

You're one of the reasons I am who I am.

What are you talking about?

I'm just a number cruncher in the basement.

Not true.

To me, to a lot of people, you're... you're just as important as the guys in Mission Control or the ones on the Moon.

[poignant music]

♪ ♪

There you are.

Sweetheart, I never got that coffee...

Sorry, very busy, okay?

Come on, now, doll. How busy can you be?

You know what? Come here.

Trust me.

You do not want to drink the cup of coffee I would you bring you after grabbing me like that.

And, by the way, my name is not Doll or Sweetheart or anything else that sounds like a baby.

The women here have actual names.

I'm sure you can learn their names.

It's not that hard, kind of like making coffee for yourself.

You're a rocket scientist. Figure it out.

I don't care what Nixon says.

I'm the one that has to look those women in the eyes and tell them their husbands aren't coming home.

So we're not giving up.

There has to be some way to restore comms.

We're working on it, Gene.

But something corrupted the software in a way we've never seen before.

Well, then what the hell are you doing up there?

Why aren't you down there fixing it?

Because you asked to see us.

[dramatic music]

Now, you just feed it through there.

Make sure it goes in straight.

Sounds easy enough.

[chuckles softly]

Just relying on a very thin piece of paper with super-small holes in it to save the lunar landing.

[beeping]

No big deal.

How do I access the mainframe?

You need to extract the 7-bit interpretive op code.

What a piece of... state-of-the-art machinery.

It's binary. Fixed-point arithmetic.

Now just make sure you type in "index"...

To store the specified memory address.

Okay.

Think I'm getting it.

Wow.

Look at you go.

All right.

It's deleting the virus.

Back away from the computer.

[gasps]

You'll be okay, okay?

Ms. Johnson.

It's a true honor to meet you.

Smart move, going to her, Rufus.

Go to hell, Anthony.

I'd say that's a foregone conclusion at this point.

Now, I can't let you fix that computer.

Back away.

How could you do this?

Do what he says.

Anthony?

I was there... when you first took the Lifeboat out.

That was our moonshot.

And it almost k*lled you.

Are you really willing to let the same thing happen to those astronauts?

You don't get it.

You know I built the time machine, more than Mason ever did.

So if Rittenhouse gets her hands on it, with what they're planning to do with it, that's on me.

I-I just can't live with that.

What is Rittenhouse going to do with it?

No, what are you talking about?

Back away now.

[all yelling]

Rufus!

It's all right!

Hey, it's all right.

It's all right.

He's not gonna sh**t.

Is that so?

You wouldn't let your soldier pal sh**t me in Vegas, because we're still friends, Rufus.

Because despite everything, we still know each other.

Now put the g*n down.

♪ ♪

Oh!

You don't know me, not anymore.

Those astronauts are coming back home.

Katherine, why'd you tell...

Oh, God, please, don't sh**t... don't!

Wait, Rufus, come on.

Don't move!

I think it's time we go.

Yup.

I'm sorry about all of this.

Just make sure that program finishes.

Thank you so much for helping us.

♪ ♪

Eagle, this is Houston.

Do you read?

Eagle, this is Houston.

Do you read?

Come in, Eagle. This is Houston.

Do you read?

[dramatic music]

Eagle, this is Houston.

Do you read?

[computer beeping]

Come in, Ea...

[static crackling]

[beep]

Houston... this is an AO radio check.

[cheers and applause]

[stirring music]

♪ ♪

Thank you.

Whoo!

Okay, okay, let's settle down now.

Let's get on with it.

Let's send our boys outside for a little walk.

[chatter]

A Russian spy?

That's right.

But he... he seemed so kind.

That's how they operate.

It's a ploy.

So you have no idea what he wanted?

Something you're working on at Lockman maybe you told him about?

I... he did say he was interested in the company, but no, I never told him anything specific.

That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.

Would you look at that?

Looks like the astronauts are gonna be okay.

That is really something.

Oh, my God.

Gabriel should see this.

♪ ♪

Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Gabriel!

Gabriel! What are you doing?

Get off of him!

[crying]

Hey.

Flynn! Get back now!

It's medicine. It was a bee sting.

Gabriel was in anaphylactic shock.

It was a sh*t of epinephrine.

He just saved your son's life.

Stand back!

[tense music]

Every memory I have of you, you were always sad.

And I know what it's like to lose a child.

I didn't want to let you lose yours, not if I could change it.

What?

It was good to see you again.

What the hell is this, Flynn?

[g*nsh*t]

[gasps]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

You're all right.

♪ ♪

[g*nshots]

[engine roaring]

♪ ♪

[unintelligible] We're all good.

[unintelligible]

The unredacted file on Garcia Flynn.

Wait.

You had this the whole time, and you didn't show us?

The boss will be pissed I'm showing it to you now, but... you should have this information, so screw him.

Maria was Flynn's mother.

The kid Gabriel was his half-brother.

When you met Maria, she was a widow with a son.

Two years later, she becomes an engineer for Lockman.

She works overseas, where she marries a man named Asher Flynn.

They have a bouncing baby boy named Garcia.

When Garcia eventually goes to work with the NSA, he says, and I quote, "My mother worked in national defense. Guess it runs in the family."

So where's the kid now?

Gabriel? Alive and well.

Apparently living in Paris.

Severe allergic reaction to bee stings listed in his medical file.

Which was supposed to k*ll him until Flynn changed it.

I don't get it.

All you and I want to do is go back and save the people that we love, and Flynn, he just does it without hesitation.

So why aren't we doing the same thing?

Because stopping Flynn is still our top priority.

But I gave you my terms.

Lucy...

I know we have a deal.

The second Flynn is out of the picture, we will find a way to get you your sister back.

[solemn music]

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There you are.

Check it out.

"The unsung hero of countless NASA missions, Katherine Johnson finally got the credit she deserves. During the Apollo 11 crisis, Katherine singlehandedly fixed the computers..."

Singlehandedly.

Well, that's what it says.

"... thwarting a Communist att*ck on Mission Control."

So history mostly stayed the same.

For Katherine, looks like it changed for the better.

They made her the first female flight director.

Even made a movie about her.

Looks like things worked out okay.

What about you?

Hmm?

Are you okay?

Yeah. Fine.

Rufus, with what happened earlier today, you didn't have a choice.

It was self-defense.

Yeah, I know.

I'm fine.

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[chuckles]

That's the problem.

Wh... what do you mean?

I k*lled a man, and I feel fine.

I really don't feel much of anything.

I'd do it again, probably sh**t Anthony.

Flynn wouldn't have a pilot, and we can go back to our normal lives.

Whatever "normal" means now.

♪ ♪

When I first started all this, I was, um... scared as hell, practically afraid of my own shadow.

I never, never wanted to hurt anybody.

But now...

I don't know.

Lucy.

What am I becoming?

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