![]() ![]() Now, he’s found a principled way to go out that also serves the plot. There was also his stint as the Scooby Gang’s de facto goon and that sorta-kinda sexual tension between he and Lucy, which never really went anywhere. They, in turn, wound up softening his prickly demeanor. After whiling away his time in prison without much of a raison d’être, he got busted out by Christopher and seemed to delight in taking the piss out of the Time Team. I remember him spending much of the second season in search of a purpose. It’s a really fitting and feels-y end for Flynn. And then - huge “UH-OH!” that doubles as a “RUH-ROH?!” - he sends back the Lifeboat unmanned to spend his last breaths peaceably watching himself at home with his still-alive wife and child. He shoots dead the Rittenhouse agent who’d been waiting for Jess to get out of Wyatt’s car, then fights through those pesky time travel side effects to kill her, too. It was like having the old, season-one, so-bad-he’s-badass Flynn back. Flynn boarding the Lifeboat was my first “uh-oh” of the night. If you’ve read my past recaps, you know I’m prone to blurting out unintentional “uh-oh’s” when the going gets tough (and by tough I mean, you know, freaking awesome). Along the way, Wyatt declares, “To save Rufus, Jessica has to be taken out of the timeline.” Flynn decides he’s up to that task he autopilots the Lifeboat back to 2012 San Diego, the site of Wyatt and Jess’s critical argument that leads to her mysterious “murder.” The Time Team steals some horses and the horses turn out to belong to the real-life Zorro (natch), which puts them on an overnight tangent to lead Joaquin Murrieta to some nearby gold as payback. True to her word, Emma has downgraded Rittenhouse’s objectives from “creating a better world,” “bloodlines,” blah, blah, blah, to something a little less erudite: “We’re gonna take out Lucy and her damn team.” Ask not what your nefarious shadow Illuminati can do for you, amirite? (Say I’m right or Emma will shoot you.) Agent Christopher reminds them that their mission is still to follow Rittenhouse through space and time, even without Rufus - because “the world needs saving and that’s what Rufus would want,” but also because Lifeboat 2.0’s got autopilot! Putting their various relationship problems on hold, they go to Coloma, California, circa 1848, where they spot themselves on some Wild West “wanted” posters. ![]() Future Lucy (Flucy?) hands them her journal and tells them to figure it out on their own before she croaks, while future Wyatt (let’s just call him Beardo because of that LOL beard) tells thickheaded, present-day Wyatt that, of course, Jess was never pregnant and basically your entire marriage was a set-up (double-LOL!).īefore the Scooby Gang can determine what they’re supposed to do with that damn journal, the alarm goes off signaling that Rittenhouse has jumped to the California Gold Rush. The question we’ve all been asking since then - but what about people not being able to time travel within their own lifespans? - is quickly explained away Princess Bride-style: revisiting your own timeline doesn’t render you dead, only mostly dead. We begin right where we left off: Rufus is dead, but future Lucy and Wyatt have just arrived to tell 2018 Lucy and Wyatt how to get him back. In my very first recap, I’d summed up the show as “ Quantum Leap meets Lost.” Well, this finale was a quantum leap better than Lost’s. Incredibly satisfying and neatly resolved, the “Miracle of Christmas” two-parter served up an easy-to-follow storyline while confidently riffing on all of Timeless’s signature grooves: the Rufus one-liners, the evil Rittenhouse lore, the fights and shootouts, the lofty talk about fate and destiny, the oh-no-how-do-they-get-out-alive? anxiety. Jesus, Mary, and the Mothership, was it ever. And that’s how I found Abigail Spencer waiting for me (in an ET Canada video, of all places), as if I were Flynn drunking it up in a São Paulo dive bar, ready to tell me the only thing I’d need to know to make it through: “This two-hour finale is for THE FANS.” With no such ghost of Christmas past arriving, and with my memory a bit faded in the seven months since the last episodes, I prepped for tonight’s series-ender by doing the next best thing: I Googled. Logan could’ve eked out space in her skedge to provide us all with the Urtext that made this whole delightful series unspool - and that would’ve served as a handy-dandy refresher for all the fourth-dimension twists and turns we’ve endured so far. You’d think that with literally all the time in the world on her hands (or, at least, two time traveling machines momentarily at her disposal), the future Mrs. The only item on my Christmas list this year was a copy of Lucy’s damn journal. ![]()
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