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You've chosen not to live without her, which leaves me no choice. I won't lose my son.

I already consider you my sister.

It's my job to protect you. From everyone except my sister.

I don't like to kill people, but if I pretend they're my mom, it's easy.

I've been thinking, we're their ancestors. If they destroy us, won't that destroy them?

That'd bring us to the grandfather paradox.

The what?

You went back in time, and killed your own grandfather. How could you've been born to commit the act?

What's the answer?

There's no answer. It's a paradox.

He does not speak or act like a weakling. Nor did his father.

I've been the man of the house for as long as I can remember. I take good care of my mother.

All that sacrifice, she must love you very much.

She does. She always tells me to smile and put on a happy face. She says I was put here to spread joy and laughter.

A son can hate his father and it's the father's job to forgive.

Let's take cover. We're not the only ones in 2014 looking for the stones.

Wait a minute. What are you talking about right now? Who else is looking for these stones?

My father... my sister... and me.

Tell me something. In the future, what happens to you and me?

I tried to kill you. Several times. But eventually, we become friends. We become sisters.

I thought my dad was tough on me. And now, looking back on it, I just remember the good stuff. You know? He did drop the odd pearl.

Yeah? Like what?

No amount of money ever bought a second of time.

So, Reacher, are you my father or not?

I guess we'll see when your mother gets here.

Sure you'd recognize her?

I tend to remember the women I sleep with.

But who says she'll remember you?

Thanks a lot.

Indy, he...

He's a good kid, Marion. You should get off his back about school.

Mutt, I mean...

Not everybody is cut out for it.

His name is Henry!

Henry. Good name.

He's your son.

My son?

Henry Jones III.

Why the hell didn't you make him finish school?

Actually, I was a wonderful father.

When?

Did I ever tell you to eat up? Go to bed? Wash your ears? Do your homework? No. I respected your privacy, and I taught you self-reliance.

What you taught me was that I was less important to you than people who'd been dead for 500 years in another country.

Pretend to be everything you are not: teacher, husband, father. But there is one unavoidable truth you will never escape: You cannot change. You will always be a monster.

I know. But I am your monster no longer.