— Previously on «Defiance»…
— Who are you?
— You can call me Irzu.
— I can’t lose him. What will it cost me?
— You must become my weapon.
— [Groans]
—
— [Groaning]
— I have a way to get out of this place,
— but I can’t do it alone.
— As Mayor, my job is keeping Defiance peaceful
— and productive.
— Now you could help me accomplish that.
— So you’re accepting the position of Chief of Staff.
— Here’s your payment back, Vizu.
— Mom, did you order Skevur beaten?
— You lack the strength and brutality
— to do what is necessary.
— The family business belongs to me.
— I say we get down to Lima,
— we swap it out for a bigger boat,
— and head straight to Antarctica.
— Defiance. — What?
— I have to go to Defiance.
— State your name.
— Sergeant Fry Poole.
— I’ve been stationed in Defiance for three months now.
— So tell me, Sergeant,
— how does it feel to get the stasis net back up?
— Getting the stasis net back up is awesome.
— Don’t say «Awesome.»
— Getting it up is important.
— «Getting it up,» really?
— Getting the stasis net back up was a major accomplishment.
— But in the end it’s…
— But in the end it’s just a barrier.
— A wall.
— Anyone or anything comes down that pass,
— they gotta deal with us,
— me and my brothers and sisters in blue.
— We’re ready to lay down our lives to defend this town.
— Nice work, Poole.
— Let’s get some B-roll, and we’re done.
— Contact, two klicks.
— Net Control, we’ve got an unscheduled inbound.
— Affirmative. Confront and contain.
— Why are we stopping?
— Last chance reality check.
— Now, kid, we could turn it right around,
— park our asses on a nice beach somewhere.
— Tasty drinks, gnarly waves.
— I told you I need to be here.
— Drive another 2,000 miles, you might tell me why.
— Another 2,000 miles, I woulda shot you.
— No, we all know you prefer the blades.
— Now, what are you doing?
— It’s called looking before you leap.
— Yeah.
— The E-Rep have dug in pretty good.
— We have to keep going.
— Even got the stasis net back up.
— Sorry, kid, I’m calling an audible.
— It’s too hot.
— Whoa!
— What the hell are you doing?
— Hey!
— They’re in range.
— Easy, easy.
— Now stop!
— All right, okay.
— Turn off the ignition and step out of the car, sir.
— Sorry about that. Just hit the wrong pedal.
— Hello, Captain.
— I take it you’re the ranking officer here.
— Looks that way, and everyone calls me «Berlin.»
— Well, Berlin, I’m Nolan.
— Nothing back here but dirty laundry.
— We travel light.
— You’re about to get lighter.
— All right, okay, big guy.
— Here you go.
— You’ll get it back when you leave town.
— Let me see the knives.
— [Thunder rumbles]
— This is a Barth thrower. Are you two from AngelArc?
— Uh, we were there visiting.
— Yeah, strictly as tourists, passing through.
— What brings you to Defiance?
— Well, it’s funny you should mention that.
— It’s a homecoming of sorts.
— You see, I used to be the lawkeeper there.
— Yeah, before the occupation.
— Hmm, Nolan.
— Should have put it together. I’ve heard of you.
— And I’ve heard of Berlin. I’ve always wanted to visit.
— So the Irathient must be…
— Irisa.
— I’ve heard of you too.
— Arms up.
— [Clears throat]
— She, uh… she really doesn’t like to be touched.
— I’ll be gentle.
— Up.
— Ah-ah.
— Ah.
— You know, I’m not half bad at reading Irathient.
— Give it back.
— Irisa, no!
— Hey, hey, on the ground!
— All right, all right, all right.
— [Grunting]
— Irisa is a real pretty name.
— It’ll look good on the arrest report.
— See, it’s good to be home.
— [Dramatic music]
Sync and corrections by explosiveskull —=«O»=— www.addic7ed.com
— Raiga tells me you’ve sold 200 copies
— of the new Semma Cru record on consignment to Cedars.
— Yeah.
— Make sure you get that package to the land coach
— before it leaves.
— Got it, Mom.
— Well, it’s off to market.
— The Zhurizo lilies are in,
— and Favi Grizhal promised me the first blooms.
— Mom, do you have to sit so close?
— Oh. [Giggles]
— You children.
— So particular about your space.
— Since when does your mom care about your record business?
— That shipment to Cedars, it’s just records, right?
— What else would it be? — I’m not stupid, Alak.
— I grew up hearing my father
— talk about your father’s family business.
— And not just gambling. Loan sharking, drugs…
— Okay, relax.
— I think you’re helping your mom run things
— while he’s in prison.
— That’s not true.
— Alak, I want to believe you, but you’re running away.
— I’m not! Okay?
— Stop picking at me.
— You know, sometimes you can be
— such a human.
— [Indistinct chatter]
— Is that our fanatic?
— Will he make an effective weapon?
— Will he kill for us?
— His name’s Karulot, and he’s gaga for God.
— His brother died in the battle of Bloody Kansas,
— so he joined the Soldiers of the Way.
— Got tossed in here for shouting «Death to the Sutso»
— one too many times.
— A genuine true believer.
— I think it’s time our young friend
— put his blade where his mouth is.
— This might actually be fun.
— [Speaking native language]
—
— [Singing in native language]
— ♪ —
— [Beeping]
— [Indistinct chatter]
— Lovely morning for it, Favi Tarr.
— Indeed.
— Business is good.
— Yeah, yeah.
— About that…
— I’m sorry, but effective immediately
— you’re out of the Adreno business.
— The Blue Devil is popular.
— Eh, too popular.
— Some of my men are getting hooked,
— creating incidents.
— Makes the E-Rep look bad. I can’t have that.
— If I step aside,
— other dealers will seek to replace me.
— Is this becoming an argument?
— [Chuckles]
— I merely suggest, to borrow a human phrase,
— it is better to deal with the devil you know.
— If I wanted a devil,
— I’d let your husband out of jail.
— Wait a minute, there’s an idea.
— I could order his release.
— I could have him back here by sundown.
— Nestled in your loving arms,
— poised to reclaim his lost criminal empire.
— Sound like a plan?
— I would fear for his safety.
— Would you?
— There are soldiers in town
— who served under Colonel Marsh.
— They’d love nothing more than to avenge his murder.
— Hmm.
— So you think it’s safer if I keep him under lock and key?
— For now.
— What would you like us to do with our existing Adreno stock?
— Have it brought to my office.
— Oh.
— [Gentle music]
— [Singing in native language]
— ♪ —
— [Beeping]
— Oh, come on, that’s bull shtak.
— She assaulted an Earth Republic officer.
— After you tried to cuff her.
— Yeah, that’s what we do to potentially violent criminals.
— Why don’t you just remand her into my custody?
— Hell no.
— What, I promise you, she’s not gonna hurt anybody.
— Take it up with the mayor and let go of my arm.
— Thank you.
— Hey, hey, hey, come here, come here!
— Take it easy on her.
— Hey!
— Her name’s Irisa, by the way.
— I know.
— We’ve met.
— Tommy, I’m gonna explain this later,
— but right now I need to go see this new mayor.
— Keep a close eye on Irisa, all right?
— Yeah. — Watch out.
— She looks like more than you can handle.
— You can’t veto the proposal.
— It’s a public Shaming Rack. It’s barbaric.
— You’re gonna make an enemy of the Casti clerics.
— Instead why don’t you open it up to a public hearing?
— All right, the Indos and the I-Raths will hate the idea and…
— And do our dirty work for us.
— Love it.
— Mr. Mayor? — Yes, Berlin?
— The former lawkeeper is here to see you.
— Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Mayor.
— Appreciate your time.
— Nolan?
— Amanda.
— Where the hell have you been?
— What the hell are you wearing?
— What, you don’t approve?
— No, I approve. [Chuckles]
— I very much approve.
— I run the NeedWant now.
— What does Kenya think about that?
— I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.
— Joshua Nolan, meet Niles Pottinger,
— our provisional mayor.
— So is this the notorious «No-Man» Nolan?
— The Butcher of Yosemite?
— Relax, Mr. Nolan.
— You’re very welcome here.
— Well, you can tell that to your men.
— They threw my traveling companion in jail
— after they put hands on her at the stasis net.
— Irisa’s here?
— Yeah, she’s here with me.
— I found her three weeks ago in AngelArc.
— When you two left town last year,
— you left behind a bit of a mess.
— Politically embarrassing mess and a few lingering questions.
— Nolan, this is your jacket right here,
— but hers is sealed by Colonel Galen Marsh himself.
— Why?
— Your guess is as good as mine.
— You know the Army.
— [Explosion]
— [Screaming]
— The market.
— [Screaming]
— [Overlapping talking]
— Hey.
— Hey, hey.
— Hey, lie still.
— That’s it, come on.
— Hey. No, no, no.
— Look at me. That’s it.
— That’s it.
— I know, I know.
— Look at me.
— It’s all right, it’s all right.
— [Overlapping chatter]
— [Groaning]
— Got you.
— We’ve got two dead.
— Make that three dead.
— And someone disabled the surveillance cameras
— covering the square.
— What are those things?
— Someone just used a shrill bomb on civilians.
— Shrill bomb?
— Weaponized parasites.
— Another gift to the Pale Wars.
— You only use shrill if you wanna terrorize.
— Make a statement.
— So maybe they’re not finished.
— Maybe they wanna reinforce that statement.
— I’ll give the lawkeeper
— all the men and assistance he needs.
— Actually that’s not gonna cut it.
— Hey, Amanda, I’ve got this.
— Come on, Tommy.
— You didn’t even know what this weapon was.
— We need someone who can track this killer fast,
— and we happen to have
— a world-class tracker right here.
— If he wants his daughter out of jail,
— let’s make him earn it.
— Your ex-lawkeeper, a war criminal.
— He helped us beat the Volge.
— He tracked Buster Bullwin across the Storm Divide
— and presented Starren Dahrti with the head of the man
— who murdered his sister.
— He’ll find our bomber.
— Generally when someone tries to play me,
— it ends very poorly for them.
— Even if I have the town’s best interests at heart?
— It seems I’ve forgotten to file
— young Irisa’s arrest report with New York.
— Find my bomber before he strikes again,
— and we’ll see if my faulty memory persists.
— You’ve got 24 hours.
— Berlin.
— I’m not the man for this job.
— That happens to be a matter of opinion,
— and I think yours is wrong.
— Nine months ago, I shot an unarmed kid right up there.
— Nobody in this town wants to see me wearing a badge.
— Get over it.
— Now where do we start?
— Shrill spores grow underground.
— The deeper, the darker, the better.
— The first place I’d look is the mines.
— Okay. — Hey, Amanda.
— You forgot to pin my badge on Nolan’s chest.
— Knock it off, Tommy.
— Now like it or not,
— Nolan is more experienced and a better tracker.
— You do as he says.
— So what’s the play, Boss?
— You go back to the lawkeeper’s office.
— You guard Irisa with your life.
— Those E-Rep goons still could try to pull a fast one.
— Tommy.
— What?
— I’m gonna need your gun.
— You’re angry.
— You think?
— You disappear for nine months,
— never say good-bye, never tried to get in touch,
— not even a postcard. — I can’t reach it.
— [Groans]
— No!
— No, I have moved on.
— I have a different life now.
— Tommy, I’ve done terrible things.
— What terrible things?
— Did you tell Nolan?
— No, it could hurt him.
— Well, he loves you, Irisa.
— When he looks at me, he sees a human girl.
— A human girl. That’s so pathetic.
— When I look in the mirror,
— there’s something inside me, Tommy!
— Something awful and dangerous!
— And I have let it out.
— Tell me.
— You have to trust somebody.
— When I get out of this cell,
— I’ll take you to the mines.
— I’ll show you everything.
— How’d you manage to lose your mines?
— The E-Rep seized them.
— Now they run the whole enterprise at a loss.
— Why would they do that?
— They want to get the Gulanite out of the ground fast
— in case things heat up with the Votanis Collective.
— Pottinger started to pay my miners a fortune.
— They were so blinded by greed,
— they ignored the unsafe working conditions.
— Some of them were hurt. Some of them were killed.
— And yet here you are swinging a pick alongside ’em.
— Where else was I gonna go?
— That symbol up there.
— I’ve seen it everywhere down here.
— What is it?
— That’s Casti for «Rise,»
— as in «Rise up.»
— People are starting to wake up, but it’s too late.
— No way we’re getting the E-Rep out of Defiance
— without bloodshed.
— You should have never brought Irisa back here.
— Well, she insisted.
— Hmm. Daughters.
— Shrill are mean little suckers.
— Don’t know why anyone would want to take them.
— Take ’em? What do you mean, take ’em?
— Yeah, someone made off with some live shrill a few days ago.
— This wouldn’t happen to be someone you know, would it?
— People come down here all the time.
— Kid, somebody let off a shrill bomb
— in the middle of town.
— Yeah?
— Well, I hope the blast took out some of those E-rats.
— Josef, listen, I know you’re angry.
— But three people were killed in that explosion,
— and they were not soldiers.
— They were ordinary people going about their day.
— So if you know who did this,
— you best tell us.
— Bradley Weddle.
— Bradley Weddle. Where is he now?
— Hasn’t shown up for work since he took the shrill.
— He hasn’t been home either.
— I remember Weddle.
— You know where to find him?
— Oh, I got a good idea.
— Tell our friend to aim for the heart.
— The mayor wants to see you.
— Come on.
— Move along.
— I’ve been in this shtak hole for nine months now,
— and this is the first time you’ve seen fit to question me.
— Why now?
— Well, something’s come up
— that’s made me curious about your scientific history.
— In particular your work with Colonel Marsh,
— which apparently involved an underground spaceship
— and a certain young Irathient woman
— who is currently residing in my jail.
— Colonel Marsh was a crackpot.
— He was convinced that she was the key
— to some ancient Votan prophecy.
— Classic end of the world conspiracy nut stuff.
— Wanted me to cut the kid open, see what makes her tick.
— And did you?
— Under great duress.
— What did you find?
— Nothing.
— Look, I’ve told you everything that I know.
— Well, you haven’t told me
— about the safe hidden in your office.
— I don’t recall a safe.
— What’s in it?
— Right hand.
— Hey!
— No.
— Think of something nice, like Christmas.
— No, no! [Screams]
— [Indistinct chatter]
— Looking for company?
— A drink oughta do it.
— And you can pile on the ice. I’m on the clock.
— Bradley Weddle been in yet?
— He usually comes in around 5:00.
— Stumbles out around 3:00. Is he our bomber?
— He stole two cases of shrill
— and didn’t show up to work today.
— Oh, we’ll keep an eye out together.
— So Kenya?
— She’s gone.
— What do you mean, gone?
— I have a lot to catch you up on.
— So here I am, almost a year down the road,
— and I keep telling myself
— that I’m just holding down the fort for Kenya,
— but all along I have this terrible feeling that she’s…
— Dead?
— Am I wrong?
— She’s run away before. Lots of times.
— And those times did you move into her place
— and dress up in her clothes?
— Hmm.
— In case you didn’t notice, I lost my day job.
— [Chuckles]
— Onto brighter things.
— Do you like what I’ve done with the place?
— I do.
— I really do.
— Running the NeedWant has its attractions.
— There’s no council meetings to attend.
— No speeches to give.
— No complications.
— Just sex and money.
— A down-on-his-luck scavenger
— and a lovely lady who takes pity on him.
— What form do you see this pity taking?
— I don’t know. What form do you propose?
— Once you catch the bomber,
— why don’t you come back here,
— and I’ll thank you properly.
— [Clinks glass]
— [Groans]
— Little help!
— Is that Nolan?
— Isn’t that Nolan?
— Where’d he come from?
— He’s the one that shot that Casti boy.
— What’s he doing back in town?
— How’d he get back into town?
— We need to find that bomber fast.
— That camera, what’s it hooked up to?
— There’s a whole rig. I’ll show you.
— Did you deliver the blade?
— That psycho cut off my jekking finger.
— Pottinger’s about to leave.
— The plan’s off!
— Shtake pohako. Give it to me.
— I said give it to me.
— Let me in there. Let me in there!
— [Men grunting]
— Back up!
— [Grunting]
—
— On the ground!
— [Groans]
— Get ’em in the cells!
— It seems I owe you my life.
— I can’t abide a man being murdered
— by a cowardly blade in the back.
— You Castithans are big on honor.
— «Seeming is being,» and all that.
— Like I said, it seems I owe you my life.
— Oh, I don’t require your gratitude.
— No, but you gotta admit you wouldn’t mind it,
— what with your parole hearing coming up.
— Timing is everything, isn’t it?
— How lucky am I that you were at hand
— when the rather less lucky Mr. Karulot attacked?
— Of course now we’ll never fully understand his motives,
— will we?
— May I ask you something, Mayor Pottinger?
— By all means, fire away.
— What would you say of a man
— who could persuade another man to kill,
— then sacrifice that man to achieve a goal of his own?
— Well, I’d, um…
— I’d call him resourceful
— and dangerous.
— And yet let us say that the hard lesson
— of imprisonment also taught him to respect his place
— in the larger scheme of things.
— Such a man might be useful on the outside,
— working for the Earth Republic, would he not?
— Working for a man such as yourself.
— Such a man as you describe,
— indeed he would be… he’d be of great value to me.
— In ten years when his sentence was up.
— We’re done here.
— [Door opens]
— [Electricity whirring]
— Well, you do have the whole town wired,
— don’t you, sparky?
— It’s what the mayor wanted.
— Ah.
— I’m old enough to remember hacked email,
— GPS tracking, surveillance drones.
— Where does it end?
— It ends when we get all those things back again.
— Ooh, you be careful what you wish for, E-Rep.
— You’re a real happy cowboy, aren’t you?
— Did you really just call me a happy cowboy?
— It’s written all over your face,
— the way you carry yourself.
— That jokey tough guy shtick.
— I bet you watched Star Wars
— a few hundred times when you were a kid.
— You know, we’ve been through a long, bloody war.
— Some of us have developed this thing
— called a sense of humor…
— Bull shtak.
— To help us stay sane.
— You’re not trying to paper over
— your nasty wartime past.
— We all have that.
— You’re trying to hide the fact
— that you like where it dumped you out.
— Driving around in that busted-ass roller
— with your hot Chewbacca,
— chupping whores.
— Oh.
— Shooting people who cause you trouble.
— Call that hand cannon strapped to your side a blaster,
— and you’ve got the complete picture.
— You’re living your fantasy,
— and it only took ten years of an apocalyptic war
— and the near destruction of the Earth’s surface.
— Well, this is all very entertaining,
— if a little facile given that we’ve just met.
— Admit it, you like the world just the way it is.
— A playground for a man who’d rather not grow up
— than face the fact that this doesn’t work
— for most everybody else.
— What about you, Captain?
— What made you swallow the E-Rep company line hook and sinker?
— When I was eight,
— a gang of VC deserters came into my home
— and killed my mother and my brother.
— There was nothing I could do
— and no one I could call.
— Now when people see the E-Rep flag and my cameras,
— they know that they can walk the streets and feel safe.
— If this is the price to pay for civilization
— or salvaging whatever’s left of it,
— then, yeah, I’m down with it.
— Here we go.
— He ducked behind a blind spot.
— That’s Skevur’s trailer.
— The lawkeeper must know about the shrill I sold you.
— He’s not even Lawkeeper.
— Just calm down and get the roller.
— This is almost over.
— [Grunts]
— Skevur!
— Long time no see.
— I’ve nothing to hide.
— That’s quite the smoking gun you’ve got there.
— Nothing to hide, eh?
— So you’re proud of killing people with a bomb
— that eats away their insides.
— It wasn’t intended for them.
— Who then?
— I’ve got nothing to say.
— D-4, Skevur.
— Two empty wrappers.
— That means a second bomb. Where is it?
— Could be anywhere.
— [Laughs]
— Where is it?
— [Beeping]
— [Grunting]
— [Sighs]
—
— [Exclamations]
— [Engine turns over]
— What the…
— Stahma!
— Run! Run!
— Shrill bomb! — Stop!
— Stahma, bomb.
— Out of the car.
— [Screams]
— Shrill bomb! — Stahma.
— Go!
— [Grunts]
— Ah.
— Get out of the way, get out…
— [Beeping]
— [Groans]
— [Sighs]
— All right, okay.
— Safe.
— Welcome home, Nolan.
— [Cheers and applause]
— Thank you, man.
— Good job.
— [Overlapping talking]
— I have those land coach bids, if you don’t mind.
— Happy to look ’em over.
— In the long run I think the town saves money
— by building the vehicles in-house.
— But the franchise fees provides infrastructure and…
— security.
— What you do in your free time is none of my business.
— I appreciate your discretion.
— What happened?
— The lawkeeper caught the bomber.
— Saved a lot of lives.
— Drinks are on the house.
— Seems Nolan knows what he’s doing.
— You were right.
— Thank you.
— [Cheers and applause]
— Mom, are you okay?
— I’m fine.
— Thanks to the lawkeeper.
— Skevur did this, and you let him.
— You’re the one who had him beaten.
— My son’s weakness forced me.
— This time you will make things right.
— You alone.
— Sorry you had to cool your heels in there
— for a little while.
— Not your fault.
— For a change, huh?
— We should probably find some lodgings.
— I’m going out. Don’t wait up.
— Where are you going?
— I made Tommy a promise.
— Tommy? Tommy’s good.
— You’re an idiot.
— We like Tommy. Very, very nice young man.
— Don’t care!
— Nice boy. Good prospects.
— Please, don’t.
— I’m sorry for what I did.
— Let the lawkeepers have me.
— You tried to kill my mother.
— You left me no choice.
—
— No!
— You don’t have to be like your father and mother.
— You can show mercy.
— I beg you.
— I…
—
— [Screams]
— [Grunting]
— [Screams]
— [Spits]
— Congratulations, Nolan.
— I would very much like it if you stayed on as Lawkeeper.
— Sorry, pal. You got the wrong guy.
— Let me talk to him.
— Nolan!
— Nolan, wait up.
— I am not gonna work with the E-Rep,
— and quite frankly I don’t understand how you can either.
— There’s an argument to be made
— for having one hand on the wheel.
— Yeah, and there’s an argument to be made
— for walking away from a bad situation.
— Hey, that’s not who you are.
— I saw you watch those bomb victims die.
— You care. You can’t help yourself.
— Don’t tell me who I am. You do not know me.
— Of course I do.
— You wanna keep Irisa safe.
— Wearing this badge will do that.
— Look, I know what it’s like to have power,
— and I know what it’s like to not have power.
— Having it is better.
— The E-Rep are here. They’re in the town.
— They’re not going anywhere, and they have the power.
— The British occupation of India was a blip in history.
— Come on, give me a break! The British occupation of India?
— A blip! But this was St. Louis.
— And today it’s Defiance.
— And tomorrow it could be something else.
— But it’ll always be our home.
— And we have to do whatever it takes
— to protect it from anything or anyone that threatens it.
— I’ll think about it.
— You’ll do more than think about it.
— You haven’t really changed very much,
— you know that?
— I’ll be inside.
— Drinks are on me.
— ♪ — There’s gotta be a record of you someplace — ♪ —
— ♪ — Gotta be on somebody’s books — ♪ —
— ♪ — The lowdown, a picture of your face — ♪ —
— ♪ — Your injured looks — ♪ —
— ♪ — The sacred and profane — ♪ —
— ♪ — Pleasure and the pain — ♪ —
— ♪ — Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete — ♪ —
— ♪ — And it’s your face — ♪ —
— ♪ — I’m looking for — ♪ —
— ♪ — On every street — ♪ —
— ♪ —
— ♪ — A lady-killer — ♪ —
— ♪ — Regulation tattoo — ♪ —
— ♪ — Silver spurs on his heels — ♪ —
— ♪ — Says what can I tell you — ♪ —
— ♪ — As I’m standing next to you — ♪ —
— ♪ — She threw herself under my wheels — ♪ —
— ♪ — It’s a dangerous road — ♪ —
— ♪ — And a hazardous load — ♪ —
— ♪ — And the fireworks over liberty — ♪ —
— ♪ — Explode in the heat — ♪ —
— ♪ — And it’s your face — ♪ —
— ♪ — I’m looking for — ♪ —
— ♪ — On every street — ♪ —
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