Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, pity party's over.

I just got shot at. I'm great.

Have I ever said no to you?

but it's what we have to do.

Julian, you are a scientist.

We're ready. I'm sending you back for a full year... early 1957.

That's not possible.

This is the second time you've pointed a gun at me, Mr. Ramse.

so you don't have to feel the pain...

You think I'd kill him in cold blood?

We are all dead if Cole doesn't go to 1863.

All your missions... Bullshit.

There's no other option.

Is that what you think I'm doing?

I can splinter us there.

So it's come to this, huh?

What do you say?

- Yeah. - That's what I thought.

Let's go get the bastard.

Just like the old days.

Hey, Lasky, you know what's good for you,

Stop the paradox in 1863.

Then our only hope stopping this storm... you...

You get yourself ready.

All right, ladies! You heard her!

And if you don't,

- Mother. - Mother.

You really want it to end like this?

I figured you'd want them out last,

can you lower your weapons and stuff?