[Narrator] Previously on X-Men.
Could the government be plotting against mutants?
You wanted to see me, Madam President?
Stop all activities
involving your privately-run mutant registration program.
-Who is she? -Just a random name from the files.
-A test... -No!
...to see how easy it will be
to capture the rest of them.
[crowd protesting]
-[Man] Down with mutants! -[roaring]
[Tv announcer] Today the downtown area was rocked
by another outbreak of violence.
[people screaming]
[Man] Ladies and gentlemen,
the world tonight is in the grip
of a terrible crisis.
Since the President recklessly rescinded
the Mutant Registration Act,
those unfortunate mistakes of nature
are running wild.
As President, I intend
to relocate every mutant
in this nation to internment camps.
[Jean] Fighting for human-mutant peace
has just become more dangerous.
[theme music playing]
[dog barking]
[grunting]
[shushing]
[Sentinel 1] Halt, mutants!
[Male mutant] Another one!
[Female mutant] Back the other way!
Gotta clear some trash.
Surrender, or be...
What a shame.
Now we can't surrender.
-[Sentinel 2] Halt! -No!
[grunting]
That was close.
Used to take those tin cans out in half the time.
Must be getting rusty.
[Bishop] I'll say.
Tracker!
[growling]
[groaning]
[clanging]
Scratch three rebels.
[grunting]
Awake already, Sleeping Beauty?
[grunting]
[screaming]
You heal up pretty fast
-for an old guy. -[beeping]
Thanks a lot!
Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?
Good try, rebel,
but you're heading to a mutant termination center,
and the Sentinels there don't care who you know.
Why can't you rebels stop attacking those bucket heads?
All it gets you is termination.
Wake up, rookie.
The Sentinels want to kill all mutants.
Just you rebels, old man.
They treat the rest of us just fine.
-[beeping] -ID, tracker, Bishop.
Three recoveries.
So, where's my money?
Tracker Bishop recovery quota reached.
Tracker Bishop no longer needed.
-What do you mean? -Terminate them all.
So, what do you think
of their new retirement policy, rookie?
Shut up, old man.
[shushing]
-[growling] -The legendary X-Men.
Do not delay, mutant.
[grunting, growling]
Move, rookie! This ain't no dress rehearsal.
[growling]
Hey!
Watch the material.
[groaning]
Thanks, kid.
The name's Bishop.
-[rumbling] -Now what?
[Wolverine] Party's over.
Someone invited Nimrod.
Wolverine, go! The mission!
Yeah, yeah. I'm going.
I'm going.
[footsteps]
Open up! It's me, Wolverine!
This is Bishop. He's with me.
Bishop, say hello to Forge.
We must hurry.
[Bishop] Yeah, right.
You are injured.
Who, me?
You rebels have a working time portal?
Got the, uh, transponder?
The temporal transceiver.
It maintains you in time.
The transceiver should get you where you need to go.
Take care.
Without it, you'll crash back to our time.
[Bishop] Where exactly is that?
Or make that "When?"
The '90s.
Why then?
The assassination.
We rebels have a theory.
If the assassination of the '90s never occurred...
Then none of this misery would have happened?
None of the Sentinels, none of the camps,
none of the terminations?
As stated,
it is only a theory.
Make sure he takes it out after I go.
I don't want anyone
or anything following me.
But how are you planning to get back?
[Wolverine] I'm not.
[Bishop] Save some egg-sucking big shot,
and suddenly everybody loves each other?
Yeah, right.
You got any better ideas, we're listening.
You figured out a way to stop that assassination?
Yeah.
By stopping the assassin.
But that means you're going after--
I know who I'm going after.
You really think you'll be able to pull the trigger?
Out of my way!
[alarm beeping]
Sentinels. Sooner than anticipated.
I'd love to stay, but I've got an assassination to stop.
No, you don't.
I'm going. You couldn't handle me, old man.
You'll never handle an X-Man.
[growling]
Bishop is right, and his youth is an asset.
[Wolverine] You mean I'm too old?
With the transceiver, he'll have all the information he needs.
I'm gonna remember this, rookie!
[roaring]
Go in peace.
[grunting]
[groaning]
[screaming]
[cat yowls]
[groaning]
[birds chirping]
[laughing]
Big surprise. The portal didn't work.
Should have just taken the subway.
[Boy 1 laughing]
[Boy 1] Come on, over this way.
Children?
On the street?
In daylight?
[Boy 2] Come on, let's get out of here.
It did work!
What year is this?
Why am I here?
I can't remember!
Think. Think.
Think!
Monday, the 11th, 19...
Man, I did go back in time.
But to do what?
"Professor Charles Xavier
delivers speech
on recent mutant persecution."
I'm here to find...
Xavier?
[Rogue] I figured you read this one already.
But the cover looked pretty good.
Thomas Wolfe.
An old favorite. I thank you.
Beast here is easy to shop for, no?
Just buy the books with the most dust on them.
Beast, really,
how you doing in here?
"Stone walls do not a prison make
nor iron bars a cage."
You're right. These days they use
concrete and titanium.
Please, Gambit, I must see this through
to the end, my way.
For the odd game of solitaire, is all.
Though I can't see how you can stand it in here.
In fact, I'm getting out of here.
Gambit, though I am always in haste,
I am never in a hurry.
Rogue, I'll be outside.
What got stuck in Gambit's craw?
Everyone has his or her own demons to battle.
It would appear our friend Gambit
may have encountered some in prison before.
[Bishop] The legends live.
The X-Men.
The unstoppable.
[rat squeaking]
Why can't I remember?
Come on, let's play your new cartridge, Assassin.
Cartridge?
Assassin?
What assassin?
What am I supposed to do about an assassin?
[Automated voice] Take target. Target.
-Target... out. -[beeping]
Take out.
The assassin.
The X-Men. Oh, man!
The X-Men are the assassins.
And I've come back to stop them.
[coin clanging]
[people screaming]
[beeping]
[tires screeching]
[truck honking]
Security check, everything clear.
Whoa, wait a sec.
Creepy-looking dude in sector G.
[both exclaim]
[gasps]
Assassins!
For the future!
[groaning]
I must stop you all!
For the future!
Okay, you, you're out of here!
[grunting]
[groaning]
Stop this!
[groaning]
[roaring]
I'm gonna remember this, rookie!
I'm gonna remember this, rookie.
Wolverine!
It's me! Don't!
Come on!
[Xavier] Stop! Stop it!
Wolverine, killing him
won't answer any of my questions.
But I have to stop you!
Don't you understand, Wolverine?
It's the only way to save us all!
The guy's nuts!
Cyclops, check everyone for injuries,
then meet in the War Room.
I think we'll need Cerebro's help with this.
This arm thingy is way weird.
I can't figure out how to cross-patch it.
-Anything? -Wherever he's from,
if this is the next new weapon,
we're in big trouble.
Be glad it was on stun.
The blast potential in just one of these cartridges
reads right off the scale!
It's like nothing I've ever seen before.
It's got to be a setup.
We've got this thing hooked up.
Are you ready for me to try to help you, Bishop?
Do I have a choice?
[beeping]
I'm...
getting a jumble of images.
Dark, frightening.
[crowd protesting]
[footsteps]
[Jubilee] What are we supposed to be seeing here?
[Storm] I think it is the future.
This guy's a faker!
I can sense his feelings.
They seem genuine.
At least I don't lose my hair.
[groaning]
[Xavier] I have seen the future!
We have failed.
All is lost.
How can it be?
A world condemned to darkness.
And it's all our fault.
You can't mean you believe this guy's really from the future.
It's some kind of trap.
I know what I saw.
The flake tried to kill us,
and you're willing to buy his half-baked story
about some terrible future?
But what about this way weird weapon?
Are any of you listening?
Mr. Terminator here claims
that an assassination's gonna take place
that's gonna ruin the world,
and one of us X-Men is the trigger!
[transceiver beeping]
What's going on?
Someone in the future
stealing your car?
Someone or something
has come back through the time portal.
Check, please!
Time portal? Give me a break!
This is not open for discussion.
Cyclops, let him loose.
You're in charge of the team.
We have to help Bishop piece together his mission.
I don't want their help.
Don't forget why I'm here.
[Wolverine] You think I'm letting you out of my sight,
you're even crazier than I thought.
[Cyclops] This thing shows something glowing.
Looks kind of like a door.
[Bishop] Residual energy from the portal.
Temporal displacement definitely took place.
Oh, yeah.
I thought I felt a shift
in the planet's alignment there.
Uh, so, who came through?
Not who.
-What. -[screaming]
[grunts]
[Bishop] It's Nimrod!
You mean that itty-bitty soup can?
Give me five seconds, I'll...
[grunting]
A new Sentinel?
From my time, from the future!
-[Storm groaning] -Bishop, help!
Storm's claustrophobic!
Nimrod can sense it!
[Jubilee] Back off, jerk!
[Jean exclaims]
[growling]
Jean!
[screaming]
What can we do?
It's impervious to our weapons.
He has not yet felt the force of the elements!
Hail!
Fill the skies with rocks of ice!
[Bishop] Increase the cold!
Maybe we can crack the super structure!
From the ends of the Earth,
send limitless cold upon him!
We did it!
No! It's only restructuring!
We only got a few seconds!
[beeping]
[Jubilee] What happened to him?
I took out its temporal transceiver.
It's what keeps me here now that I am here.
Anything happens to this, I'll rip back through time.
Just like what happened to Nimrod?
Oh, man!
I believe him now.
Great.
Then I want you to tell me one thing.
Which one of us is the assassin?
I don't remember.
It could be any of you.
It couldn't be Jean.
Of course it could.
I've had my dark days,
or have you forgotten?
But, Jean.
[Storm] It could be any one of us.
We all have dark sides to our souls.
Speak for yourself, lady.
The only person I'm interested in taking out
is our man Bishop here
if he's lying to us.
My, my, don't you all look serious!
And we've got company, too.
-What's up? -[Gambit] Everyone can relax.
Gambit has returned.
You!
You're the reason I've come back!
Mon ami, there has been, maybe,
a small mistake.
Traitor! Your future ends now!