Helen: Nikola, you dropped out of sight before the end of World War II, never to be seen or heard from again.
Tesla: Well, I did die a lonely, impoverished, pitiful old man. Thanks for the funeral, by the way. I heard it was quite nice.
Helen: I faked your death to save your life, so that your work could continue. I think I'm owed an explanation as to your whereabouts since then.
Tesla: Hey, perfecting the use of electricity and radio waves? Hard acts to follow, okay? But I have kept busy. At Oxford, all those years ago, what we did was more than just pushing boundaries. For me, it was personal.
Helen: As it was for all of us …
Tesla: You all changed, whereas I found out who I really am. And the more I embrace that, the more I realize just how little I've accomplished.
Helen: Your gifts to the world will live on long after you die … whenever you actually die.
Tesla: You think you can call this existence "living"? The Cabal hunt me at every turn.
Helen: But why? You've been underground for decades. We both know the Cabal only go after what they perceive to be of value.
Tesla: Or a threat.