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of vetting Bryce's numbers

that something

could have crossed his desk?

Absolutely.

I've thought about it too.

It's a concern.

But Sean, do you know

why I brought you in?

You've got a lot of enemies

where that interrogation

is concerned.

A lot of people think

they could have broken Rourke

if it wasn't for you.

But I watched that tape,

and I happen to think

you were right.

Rourke was never

gonna give up that code.

All he wanted was to be heard.

And that's how you're

gonna turn this around.

So this is probably

the last I'll remember.

Bryce says there's a distortion

field coming from the window

that protects this place

from changes in time.

- So if we're successful...

- You'll be the only ones

who know the present

was ever different.

Probably better that way.

What's to remember, right?

Good luck, Knox.

If we ever

see each other again,

give me a wink or something,

even if I don't know

what it means.

- Certain, or 88% certain?

- Certain.

Then we're good to go.

Oh, good.

I think we've got something

that we can work with.

Okay.

Tell me what you got.

Guys, take 'em through

Sylvia Rourke.

Right, so in June, 1969,

Benjamin Rourke marries Sylvia.

Daughter of a Florida senator.

Happily married for six years.

Then we come to 1975,

when Sylvia is shot and killed

in a mugging gone wrong.

Based on Rourke's journals,

it's the beginning

of his decent into madness.

Which is the inflection point

we're trying to change.

Our goal is to reroute history

around her death

without changing anything else.

Which is a b*tch,

'cause we're not in 1975.

We were considering

letting this window go

until we found this.

Mary, bring up the mug shot.

This is Ronald Marsden,

the man who murdered

Rourke's wife.

He was a vagrant,

drifted through halfway houses

most of his life.

He was 65 when he killed her,

and when he was arrested,

he confessed

to a string of robberies

going all the way back

to the 1920s.

Which gives us exactly

where he's going to be tonight.

Or, rather, I should say,

six hours from now

at 9:
07 P.M.,

on March 8, 1929.

He's robbing a jewelry store

in Beacon County.

Tonight?

Yeah, he was standing lookout.

Cops arrive eight minutes

after his buddies break in,

shots fired,

two guys get killed.

So we're assuming

Marsden got away.

Mmhmm, 'cause we don't

have his whereabouts

once the police arrive.

That means you need

to get there

before the police arrive.

Beacon's only 40 miles

away from the Mall.

Plenty of time to lift a car,

get there, do what we gotta do.

Here's a better photo,

an earlier mug shot.

And here's the best part.

Marsden's got

a low impact index.

Means based on what we know,

there's only, like,

a 17% probability

that killing him in 1929

will have any unwanted

side effects.

So we kill this man,

save Rourke's wife,

bring back New York?

Exactly.

You comfortable with that?

It saves 9 million lives.

All right.

Then we're a go.

If a situation is messed up,

you don't say it's messed up.

You say it's off its nuts.

If you see a drunk,

he's not a drunk.

He's got an edge.

Your girlfriend is a Sheba.

Your boyfriend is a Sheik...

Hey, hey, hey.

How 'bout we just don't talk

to anybody in the past?

That's probably a better idea.

Yes, definitely.

This is from 1934,

but I cut out the label.

Yeah, I'm not really a tie guy.

The tie's nonnegotiable.

Now, I need to make sure

you're not carrying...

Why do you get

the cool leather jacket?

Any electronics, plastics...

How does this feel

to look so good?

- Oh, yeah, you're hilarious.

- Excuse me.

- Actually, it's very itchy.

- Hey!

You're not listening.

You're about to enter a world

where customs and expectations

are completely different.

So I need you to pay attention,

or your modern prejudices

will get you killed.

Priya, will you show me

those early four-stroke engine

schematics again?

Sure.

I'll walk you through them.

Wow.

You look beautiful.

- The doctor really cleans up.

- Thanks.

Priya, the schematics.

- He's a real piece of work.

- Yeah, he's a sweetie.

Hey, doc.

I need you to know this mission

has really been weighing on him.

He's got a lot on his mind.

You mean because his wife

was in New York.

I read the dossier, Mr. Gates.

No, it's not just that.

She left him about a year ago.

He'd been promising her

he wasn't gonna re-up,

said he was gonna take

an analyst job stateside.

But next thing you know...

a couple of radicals

blew up a gas pipeline in Libya.

I told him not to go, but...

By the time we got back,

she'd already

taken a job in New York.

He blames himself.

No, you're gonna listen

to grandma, okay?

You can pick out your pajamas

and then watch a movie.

I'll be back

first thing in the morning.

I promise.

I love you, Moll.

- Okay, so that was a Ford...

- Hey, Ellis.

- And this is a buick.

- I need you to clear me

some space here, man.

Hey, Jazzman!

Hey, I never send a rocket up

without a good cup

of coffee, Charlie.

- What?

- I appreciate that your brain

works at incredible speed,

but mine requires coffee.

Okay, I think

we're ready to go.

Ellis, I need a last-minute

reading on the radiation levels.

You got it, doc.

I have a question for you,

doctor.

Yep?

What happens

if you don't make it back?

Your protocol draws reference

to a zero-footprint policy...

How, under no circumstance,

should you do, say,

or leave anything behind

that could substantially

impact the past.

That's right.

So if you are left behind,

what would you do?

In that situation,

it's always been the plan

to remove ourselves

from the timeline.

Define "Remove ourselves."

We can't remain alive

in the past

if it risks

damaging the continuum.

This is pancuronium.

It's quick and painless.

Priya, everything in this purse

has been checked, right?

Year of currency, lipstick.

Lipstick's good to go.

- Okay, thank you.

- Mr. Knox.

The tie.

Testing, testing.

Good luck.

Knox.

Testing, testing.

- All good.

- Oh, Ellis,

what about

the auxiliary reserves?

You know, sometimes

they can get a little...

Doctor...

everything is cool.

Congratulations,

Dr. Bryce...

on being the first

time traveler in history.

- Oh.

- That we know of.

- Shut up, Charlie.

- It's still good.

Thank you... both.

All right.

Let's do this.

So we're really

gonna do this, huh?

How long have you been

waiting for this, doctor?

Okay.

One small step for man...

one giant leap backwards

for mankind.

After you, doctor.

Are you all right?

Where's Danny?

- Danny!

- Danny?

Danny!

Danny, you all right, buddy?

Come on.

- Danny!

- Danny, Danny, Danny.

Answer me, are you okay?

Come on.

I'm fine.

I'm fine, Tommy.

I'm fine.

Tommy?

Is that normal?

I don't know, Knox.

I haven't written

the instruction manual yet.

Danny, Danny, Danny.

Look at me, look at me,

look at me.

- Look at me.

- Whoa...

Hey, there you are.

Hey, what year is it?

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