Previously on Defiance...
I see a bright light.
It's a man, with a powerful flashlight.
Amanda, you're mine.
The man who raped me.
I was living in New York, working as
an entry clerk at E-Rep headquarters.
Why are you telling me all this?
I didn't want you to think you're alone.
We've received a message from Datak and Stahma.
Good news, I hope.
They were successful in planting the shrill-infested weapons
in the local armory.
The town's entire gun supply was destroyed.
What does that mad man want?
He wants us to blow up the St. Louis Arch.
People of Defiance,
our darkest hour has passed.
The lights are finally back on.
Thanks to our Omec friends, the mines are open,
and the gulanite is flowing at a rapid pace.
Slowly but surely, we're getting back on our feet.
'Cause when we're up against the wall,
when many of us have just about lost hope, we persevere.
Standing beside each other.
Always remember who we are.
We are free. We are proud. We are Defiance.
I can't speak for the rest of you, Defiance, but I'm inspired.
Here's some old-world grunge going out to my man, Alak Tarr,
wherever you are.
I notice you didn't tell the town
we were free, proud and defenseless.
No need to start a panic.
The shrill destroyed every weapon in our armory.
I don't know about you, but I'm feeling
pretty damned panicked.
I think I got something here.
Amanda! We've been going through the old E-Rep files.
I think I might have a line on where we can find some weapons.
My fellow Votans.
I am Commander General Rahm Tak, of the Votanis Collective.
Today is a special day.
Today is a day of celebration.
I have shown you mercy.
Hologram.
I have come here today to liberate you.
You three.
Check the arch for casualties. You have so much to thank us for.
He's gotta be projecting from somewhere close.
I have shown you mercy. You still have your homes.
You still have your lives.
But the continued survival of Defiance is in your hands.
I am an honest man.
Far more honest than your human mayor.
My spies have informed me that all the weapons in your armory
have been rendered useless,
a fact Amanda Rosewater has kept from you.
Nolan, shut this down.
Working on it.
Like all pink-meat humans, she's a liar.
I am coming to your town.
Votans of Defiance, I make you this promise.
Your life will be spared if you surrender.
But for those of you who side with the humans, there will be no mercy.
The Arch is only the first cell, though.
Hitting back will require weapons, and lots of 'em.
We may find them here.
Station Arrowhead,
300 miles north, an E.M.C. black site,
built during the Pale Wars
and been sealed up tight ever since the '20s.
How do we know it hasn't already been found, looted?
We don't. But look at the manifest.
Automatic weapons, explosives,
medical, everything we could hope for.
And if we drove all night, we could be there by mid-morning.
- It's heavy firepower. - Mmm-mmm.
Worth rolling the dice. I'm riding shotgun.
You heard the lady. Pack a bag.
Wheels up at sundown.
Not you. You're benched.
- C'mon. - Benched.
They blew up the Arch.
- Don't care. - Nolan.
You're gonna stay here with Berlin,
you're gonna figure out who planted those explosives.
And you two?
You're gonna work together on this, you hear me?
You know, everyone says that Buddy Rich is the best drummer.
I like Gene Krupa better.
Krupa, yes. Sing, Sing, Sing. Wonderful beat.
A despicable species, the humans, but they do have rhythm.
General. Sir.
Sir, I have an update on Defiance.
Datak and Stahma have destroyed the Arch.
Ha!
Excellent!
And the hologram?
The entire town saw it.
Don't look so gloomy, Alak.
Thanks to your resourceful parents,
you live to see another day.
But, sir. There is one more thing.
Speak freely.
There are two Omec in Defiance.
One male, one female.
The Omec?
Like, from back on Votan? Aren't they like...
Quiet!
I've consulted with my Indogene brothers.
And we're fairly certain that the male is Eksu Tsuroz T'evgin.
He's a prominent figure in Omec culture.
Scientist, inventor, politician and war hero.
Well, why isn't this glorious Renaissance man
back home, dead in space with the rest of the enchanters?
Our long-range scans indicate that he has a ship.
It's in orbit, hovering above Defiance.
A warship?
We're not sure.
Its power signature, however, is very low.
It's in need of repair.
They need gulanite.
That's why they're in Defiance.
A fully functional Omec warship
could destroy the entire Votanis Collective.
Eksu Tsuroz T'evgin needs to die.
Send word to Datak and Stahma.
Tell them I need it done immediately.
What he's demanding is reckless.
We must refuse this order.
That's not an option, and you know it.
It's too soon after the Arch.
The entire town's on high alert.
Rahm Tak is going to get us caught!
It's a risk we have to take.
What?
Out with it.
I've given this a great deal of thought.
I don't believe Rahm Tak will ever release Alak alive.
How can you say that?
He married a human girl.
Rahm Tak won't let that go unpunished.
No. You're wrong. Rahm and I shared an oath.
I looked him in the eye.
Rahm Tak's eyes are empty.
Even if you're right, it changes nothing.
Killing the Omec buys us time.
- Time for what? - I don't know!
Time to think,
to come up with some sort of counter-strategy.
What other choice do we have?
The Omec has to die.
I suppose you're right.
We have betrayed our neighbors,
and so long as that madman has the power to expose us,
we must obey his commands.
For our own survival, if not Alak's.
Is that poison?
I'll fill a hidden needle
and inject the Omec during coitus.
Coitus?
It's a human word. It means...
Yeah, I know what it means.
T'evgin will suffer cardiac arrest,
leaving no evidence of foul play.
Well, surely there's some other way.
My way is effective and safe.
Rest assured, love, I will think only of you.
Looks like it's been recently plowed.
According to this, underground access is in that barn.
Ah!
That barn smell.
You mean manure?
Whatever happened to romance?
I killed it and ate it.
Oh!
Nolan, you okay?
Just a headache.
Ah!
Oh!
Leave the fingers. Leave, leave, leave. Ah, ow!
Come with me.
I don't suppose I could hang on to my gun?
No.
C'mon, pal...
George isn't your pal. And neither am I.
It's amazing.
You look just like her.
Like who?
The girl from the movies.
What movies? What are you talking about?
No more talking.
Niles?
Oh, Nuts.
After our garrison left Defiance,
Viceroy Mercado decided to lead us back to New York
to provide aid and comfort. It was futile.
Before we made Cincinnati, we were overrun by refugees streaming west.
They were burned and bloodied and sick. They'd lost everything.
It was heartbreaking, truly.
Ooh, try the Camembert. Try it. It's divine.
We offered them what little comfort we could, of course.
We, um, shared their provisions and...
Of course.
Yeah. That's right. Thanks, Paul.
Many of the refugees joined us as we
headed north up to Arrowhead to resupply.
Well, I mean, obviously you made it here.
But what happened to everyone else?
We hit raiders outside Detroit.
I escaped, but Mercado and the others, they weren't so lucky.
- Doubt it was luck. - Nolan.
Come on. I want to hear this.
I made my way here to Arrowhead alone.
Found the entrance, but I didn't know the passcode.
I would have died from the elements
had it not been for an angel who came to my rescue.
An angel named George.
I'm not really an angel.
That's a matter of opinion.
George here brought me inside,
and he and his fellow Bio-men
kept Station Arrowhead humming along
since the Pale Wars ended.
It's a remarkable place. It's completely self-sustaining.
It was built it as a refuge for the government elite
in case the world went to hell.
There's a fully stocked seed vault, functional rain chamber.
There's even DNA samples of old-world animals.
Cows and goats and cats and dogs.
I had a dog once. He only had three legs.
I know, Georgie, I know.
But he's in a much better place
now, isn't he?
Hmm.
This is the last of the stuff.
Guilty conscience eating at you?
It's a headache.
It's nothing.
Look at this.
So? It's just part of a boom box.
The Arch was full of old radio junk.
Look at these burns.
And how the edges are blown out from the inside.
This radio was the casing for the bomb.
Let's see if we can get a print off it.
So it's just you here. Underground.
With your four color-coordinated Bio-men.
Your own little slice of heaven, if you ask me.
Nolan's sarcasm notwithstanding,
yes, I have built quite the pleasant life for myself.
I read. I write. I farm.
I've even been known to dabble in carpentry from time to time.
You all right?
Mmm.
Look, I'm glad you're happy.
I appreciate that, Amanda, I do.
I've missed you.
I've missed you an awful lot.
Well...
before I start blubbing all over myself, let's get to it.
I can't imagine this is a social visit.
What do you need? Food? Building materials?
Guns.
Since the E-Rep fell apart,
the Votanis Collective has been growing in strength.
They blew up the Arch.
Good Lord. It's gone completely?
Yes.
I can imagine how deeply it affects you, Amanda.
Why did you let me prattle on about myself so much?
You were kind of on a roll.
I'm afraid I do still rather enjoy the sound of my own voice.
Your request is granted.
Ringo. Show our friends to the armory, yeah?
Let them take as many weapons as they can fit into their roller.
All right, then.
Niles, I can't thank you enough.
My pleasure. Oh, Amanda. Amanda?
Could I have a word in private?
I'm fine. Go.
Nolan doesn't trust me.
I don't trust anyone.
Do you want to blow this?
- I'm not leaving you... - I can handle him. I mean it. Go.
I'll be back in 10 minutes.
Very good.
Is this a conversation or a seduction?
Hopefully both.
I've been thinking about six months ago,
when I left Defiance for New York.
How you refused to join me.
You know I care about you. I just...
No, no, no. It's all right.
I completely understand.
There were so many distractions.
Protecting Defiance, rebuilding the E-Rep, fighting the V.C...
This period of solitude
has clarified certain primal sanities.
You and I are special.
We're bound together in a deep and fundamental manner.
But Eve could not truly join her Adam
until the perfect Eden revealed itself.
And now it has.
Amanda, what would you say to the idea of staying on here
permanently?
Are we getting the band back together?
I didn't mean to intrude.
Surprising an Omec is a dangerous pursuit.
Forgive me.
I came for your culture lessons.
We never specified a time.
And that, I think, is a lie.
Partially. Yes.
My husband is in a mood,
and I was anxious for some more pleasant company.
Something to take my mind off the Arch.
The Gateway Arch is a human monument.
Why should a Shanje
such as yourself care about its destruction?
My son, Alak, ran the radio station from the top of the arch.
It meant more to him than anything else.
I see.
Would you care for something to drink?
Hmm.
Haven't you done enough for Defiance?
I can't hide underground and watch my town burn. You know that.
We're meant to be together.
Yeah? I belong to you.
And you belong to me.
Amanda, you're mine.
What?
"You're mine."
That's what my attacker said in New York before he...
I'm so sorry. Of course.
Of course, you told me all about that night.
I'm so sorry. Okay. It was just,
it was an unfortunate choice of words.
No, no, no. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
You think you're over something,
and then it just comes back at you in unexpected ways.
Uh...
Do you have any Scotch?
Real Scotch. That's bourbon. I checked earlier.
Of course you did. I'll be right back.
So you have no idea whether your son is alive or not.
I can only pray to Rayetso for his safe return.
I, too, am no stranger to loss of family.
I am sorry.
I have learned to find solace in our great works.
The most enduring are about finding meaning in loss.
I've spent many long nights on my ship
considering what the Indogene had done to us.
I could not help but wonder
if we had not brought tragedy upon ourselves.
Death breeds death.
Hmm.
The greatest Omec opera was about that very thing.
Yes.
It's my favorite.
Why have you really come here,
my lovely little show-off?
I want the truth. The entire truth.
Isn't it obvious?
Would you like to go again?
You took a nice shot there.
Turn your head to the light so I can check your pupils.
Do you know your name?
Yeah, Joshua Nolan.
Good. I'm Samir.
Do you remember what happened to you?
Bio-man took a cheap shot. You a medic?
I was a veterinarian before New York got destroyed.
But now I work on humans and Sensoths, and everything in between.
Any nausea?
No, no. I'm fine. Hard head.
Yeah, that cut on your head. How did you get that?
Long, complicated story.
Uh...
Yeah, that's locked, by the way.
How many Bio-men on site?
Just the Fab Four.
Yeah? You got people with you?
Used to. Thirty of us, from New York.
We managed to escape after the Great Terraforming Disaster.
Um, after a few months, we met up with Pottinger's soldiers on the road
I mean, E-Rep. We thought they'd keep us safe.
Until Pottinger just went nuts.
I mean, he put a bullet through his commanding officer's head
and then declared himself in charge.
Some of us tried to stop him.
People died.
After that, Pottinger knew that none of us trusted him.
So to keep people in line,
he forced me to wire a dead man's switch to his chest.
You're shitting me.
If Pottinger's heart stops beating, it triggers a bomb.
What kind of a bomb?
Uh, you remember Portland?
Yeah. I've seen the crater.
He wired himself to a singularity bomb?
Yeah.
If he dies, this whole place gets sucked into a wormhole.
We gotta get outta here now.
Put that down.
Where's Nolan?
In the armory.
Can you take me to him?
No.
George, why is that door padlocked?
It's private.
In the elevator, you said I reminded you of "the girl in the movies."
Who is she? What did you mean?
Thank you, George, that'll be all.
I should stay. I think she might
try to hurt you. Oh...
I don't think she's happy here.
You're very perceptive, George.
Your boss said something to me that
reminded me of a bad thing that happened.
So, yes, I'm not happy.
But it's nothing an old-world single malt can't fix.
I can wait outside the doors.
What is he? A Bio-man or a jealous girlfriend?
Go see to the dishes, George. I shan't ask you again.
Okay.
Rather like a Labrador, isn't he?
Mmm.
So I've been thinking about your offer.
I'm willing to stay, but there's a price.
Go on.
I'll do anything to keep Defiance safe.
You offered us a roller filled with weapons,
but that's not nearly enough.
I propose we send Nolan back with the weapons,
he returns with a caravan to haul everything back to Defiance.
Everything?
Every single weapon in your armory, down to the last firecracker.
Defiance gets the guns, and you get me.
All right, jackass. Open the door.
The screening room. Now.
Amanda, please.
Open it, or I open you.
All right, all right.
There's something you must know about me first.
I'm not well.
The abuse I suffered when I was attacked
by Votans at my boarding school...
Shut up. Move.
Okay.
How do you like it? My special place.
What is all this stuff?
This mask. This flashlight.
Now listen to me carefully.
When I love someone, I become completely
and utterly enthralled with them.
Their tragedies. Everything.
What's on these video chips?
Just all the video diaries of...
Play this one. With my name on it. Now! Play it! Now!
Okay.
There.
Such ethereal beauty.
I can't believe I didn't see this.
Before me, it was Connor.
Yeah. We were school chums.
He protected me when the Votan attacked.
He saved me.
I loved him.
And then what? Then you followed him to New York?
Hmm. Yes.
But Connor didn't want to see me,
so sometimes I would follow people who were close to him.
Somebody might lead me to him.
Like that night in Central Park?
When I was attacked.
Yeah. Yeah. I saw what happened.
And I wanted to stop it, okay?
But I froze. I was a coward.
But after your attacker left, I wanted to help you.
But how could I justify being there, Amanda?
In that moment, all my guilt, all my shame, my self-hatred,
it just exploded into rage.
But I chased after your attacker, and I caught him,
and I bashed in his skull, and I rolled his body into the river.
For you.
And yet you kept his mask and flashlight?
They're replicas!
Replicas? Bullshit.
Come on, Amanda.
Please, put down the gun.
That's it. Listen to me.
Look. If you had shot me, the entire station would've exploded.
Ahhh!
Looks like we're all still here.
Let's move.
Right behind you.
You're not supposed to open the door.
Okay. He's, uh, really new here. He doesn't know...
Oh!
Ahhh!
Nice thinking, doggie doctor.
Amanda. Come on!
Please stop. If you kill me, we will all die.
I want to hear you say it.
Admit what you did. Say it!
Please, Amanda, don't do this.
Ow!
Say it.
Ahhh!
Say it.
I love you.
Say it!
Ahhh!
Ow!
Say it.
Amanda, no!
Samir! I'm on it.
Keep him alive. Don't let him die.
Come on.
Hey. Hey.
He raped me.
Come on. No, no. No, no, no.
It was him.
He's dead.
We gotta get outta here. Come on.
Amanda, come on! We gotta go. Come on!
Faster! Faster! Come on.
Pretty.
Ah!
You're awake.
I made some pancakes.
I got the ingredients from the NeedWant bazaar.
Oh. Thank you.
- I hope you like them. - Oh.
Hmm.
Enjoy them while they're hot.
Oh...
Your needle.
I suppose we should discuss the poison.
Poison?
You're not the first Castithan concubine
that has attempted to murder me.
Your people know nothing about my physiology.
And that's exactly the way I like it.
I have lived for many, many centuries.
And the longer my people live, the more difficult we are to kill.
So, why do you want me dead?
Actually, I don't.
And I don't want to be killed,
so I guess that puts us on the same page, as the humans say.
So, why the poison?
I lied earlier.
I know exactly where my son is.
The Votanis Collective have taken him hostage.
They ordered me to kill you, or his life would be forfeit.
What will you tell them?
The truth.
I have failed.
Will you try again?
Do I have any chance of success?
I'm afraid not.
What shall you do?
In my entire life, no man has ever made a meal for me.
I feel I should thank you.
You know whose badge that is.
Of course I do.
I miss him, too.
I loved Tommy. Shut up!
You don't kill what you love!
It wasn't me. It was the machine.
Is it a machine holding a knife to my neck right now?
Ahhh!
Ah!
What the chup?
Nolan, I'm so sorry.
Don't.
If I hadn't killed Pottinger,
we would have those weapons to fight the V.C.
Yeah. Possible.
Also possible that killing Pottinger saved us
from being murdered by Bio-men,
or, in your case, something much worse.
What's that for?
For being one of the good guys.
Ah! Nolan? Nolan!
Nolan!
He's bleeding.
Get me a stick.
Uh...
Here.
The blood's coming from his head wound. What caused it?
Some kind of Votan tech.
More specific! I don't know!
You need to make an educated guess.
Because whatever's inside this man's head
is killing him.
Ah!
What's wrong with you?
Ah! Ah!
Help me.
Please.