Defiance (2013–2015): Season 2, Episode 5 - Putting the Damage On - full transcript

Previously on Defiance...

Can you really do what
you suggest in these pages?

Well, it would be something
for the record books.

You dumb-ass kid!
You brought this
crap into my home!

You know how close
they watch me!

That stolen tech
must be pretty important.

Or is it
something else?

Uncle R, you gotta lead
these people.

You gotta lead the stand
against the Earth Republic.

Hello, my love.

You should have
made me a partner.



I see a bright light.
A white blinding light.

The man who raped me.

I didn't even tell
my fianc?.

Poor Connor
had no idea.

Connor?
As in Connor Lang?

Yes.

Did you know him?

Seriously?

Hello?

Hello?

Who's there?

Amanda, you're mine.

Okay, this guy, did you notice
any details about him?

Species? Human? Votan?



No, I couldn't
see his face.

I mean, the
candles blew out.

The door flew open
and he rushed in.

Did he say anything?

My name.

So he knew you.

I was mayor.
The whole town knows me.

What aren't you
telling me?

Years ago, there was
a man in New York.

He attacked me.

I never saw his face,
but I thought it was him.

Yeah, I know it's
impossible, but...

I don't know.
Even if by some miracle

he could've
followed me here...

Why?

Still, I...
Okay, when I get this guy,

and I'm gonna
get this guy,

we're gonna find a
much taller window

for you to
push him out of.

Now, would you
like me to leave
Tommy or Irisa here,

just to keep
an eye on you?

No. No, I'm okay.
Yeah?

Just catch this guy.

Oh, I'm gonna
do exactly that.
Okay.

Come on. Let's go.

"And the just man

"cut the lies

"from his wife's heart

"and prepared the holy feast."

Is this
parable the one where the just
man cooks his unfaithful wife

and serves her body
parts for supper?

It's inspiring.

It's disgusting.

What is it with you Castis?

Look, I know that you're
mad at Stahma...

She is a de-run-jo.

She turned my son
against me

and convinced my crew to
throw me out into the dirt.

And you bear no
responsibility
for any of that.

Well, whose side
are you on?

Well, as one of your closer
friends, which is hardly
a crowded field...

I'm on the side of
watching you avoid

any further acts of
extreme self-sabotage.

I've killed men for
speaking to me like that.

First step is admitting
there's a problem, very good.

Now.

I want you to burn the
Castithan crazy-scrolls

and fix your family
from the inside.

I wish I could.

Really?

I've made too
many mistakes.

Stahma will never
allow me back in.

Well...

If you want it bad enough,
you'll find an angle.

You're a smart guy.
Well, for a Castithan, I mean.

Meh Yewll.

Making house calls?

Now, I know the Arks have fallen.

Lev.
It's been so long.

I wasn't sure
you'd recognize me.

You're not welcome here.

To forgive is divine.

No, it's deeply human,
which is something that
neither of us are.

We spent enough
time learning to
talk like them.

Rocking the slang.

Getting down with
the idiomatic usage.

Bedside manner.
So they'd trust us.

Right up until we'd sedate
them and cut 'em open
in the name of science.

Nice seeing you, Lev.

Meh, honey...
Goodbye, Lev.

Don't you want to
know why I'm here?

No.

Not in the least
bit curious?

Fine, why?

I'm dying.

A little jumpy, huh?

My nerves are shot.

I understand.

You have no idea what
I'm going through.

Oh, of course I do.
It's your sister.

No, this has nothing
to do with Kenya.

Oh, yeah it does.
She was loving.

Yeah? You, you
don't love anything.

I mean, you wouldn't
even know how.

How can you say that?

You and me are the same.
We both...

don't really care about
anyone. We're just
really good at faking it.

That's not true.
I care about you.

No, no, no.

No, people like you
and me, we screw our
way through lives.

Yeah?
And our relationships,
they end in train wrecks.

Me, I prefer it that way
because the sex is better
when you don't complicate it.

So, please, don't tell
me that you care about me.

Because I don't want that.

I didn't love your
sister and I sure as
shtako don't love you.

How could I, sweetheart?
You're damaged goods.

Now, where was that fire
when we were in the sack?

I wouldn't have
had to imagine her.

Ah!

First time's foreplay.

Second time I take you apart.

You're mine, Amanda.

The adreno. Have you
had any weirdness?

You look terrible.
Any side effects?

Could you have gotten
a bad batch?

Let's go inside.
Answer me.

I get my adreno directly
from Varus Soleptor.

The pipeline's impeccable.

Then maybe I'm crazy.

Hey.

Tell me what's
bothering you.

I saw something that
couldn't possibly
have happened.

Then I thought
I was being followed.

I saw Nolan, only...

Only what?

Nothing. Never mind.

Hey. Amanda. Amanda.

You have been through
a terrible trauma.

Churchill, take her
to McCawley's house.

No, no, no...
Okay.

I'm fine.
You need protecting.

I'm fine.
No arguments.

You two, go make
a pot of tang bark.

It's wrong that they've
taken over Rafe's house.

Rafe got what he deserved.

He lied.
He harbored a criminal.

Him and Nolan, both.
Nolan did what he
thought was right.

You go ahead
and defend Nolan.
To my death.

So...

I searched your
place this morning,

top to bottom,
inside out, looking for
signs of the attacker.

You know what I found?

You found nothing.

That's right.

And you suspect that I
broke the window myself.

Well, can you explain it?

No.

I did find this.

Last time I checked,
hallucinating was not
a side effect of adreno.

Well, it's the
best theory I got.

I'm sorry, Nolan.
I'm just tired.

I just need some
space, okay?

Yeah. Okay.

Yeah.

You gotta be kidding me.

Hey, can you direct
me to the showers?

You know, the shower,
the water from up above...

Rub-a-dub-dub and, uh...

You don't know what
the hell I'm talking
about, do you?

Showers are for
the lowest of liro.

Let me prepare
the water for you.

I can manage
on my own, thanks.

It's a privilege to serve
the father of Favi Christie.

She is a wonderful
young human.

Yeah, I think
I'll keep her.

By the way, it's, uh...

It's nice of
you to say that.

I think I'll get
one of these.

What?

Don't be alarmed.
I wanted to welcome
you to our home.

I should
have stayed at the NeedWant.

I told Christie that...

Christie was correct to
want her father close.

I would be appalled to see
the father of my hanya tavo
stay in a brothel

when we have ample room.

Uh, well this is only
temporary until I find
my own place, you see.

In the meantime,
we'll see to your comfort.

Judas Priest.
Um, could you, um...

Cover up, please?

Do you know why Castithan
women wear a beaded gown
when bathing?

No...
Only their husbands are
allowed to be naked,

as Rayetso made them.

In many ways you
humans are much more...

liberated.

Not in every way.

I know you had Alak
beaten last year,

and threatened him
with even greater
bodily harm

if he continued in
the family business.

I want to assure you,
he is merely a figurehead,

a concession to
the male orthodoxy
of our culture.

I run the family
business now.

Well, I'm glad to
hear that, I guess.

I'm telling you this

because I want
your relationship
with Alak to be a...

strong one.

Datak is gone from
our lives now and...

You, Christie, and
the child are what
I consider family.

I hope you will consider
making your stay here
a permanent one.

Oh, I'll think about that.

Please do.

And, in the meantime,

enjoy your bath.

Good afternoon.
Leave.

I'm afraid I can't
do that, Raiga.

I said, "Leave."

Step aside.

State your
business and go.

I can barely speak.
That pu-va-ko split
my lip.

He deserves a raise.

You know you're
not welcome here.

And I penitently bear
the bruises of the lesson
you so ably administered.

But I am here to...

McCawley.

Datak.

- What's he doing here?
- Rafe is family.

Pottinger threw me
out of my digs.

I must admit, I had
my doubts about
crashing here, but

your wife, or your
ex-wife, I suppose,
she put them at ease.

I, uh, borrowed your slippers.

Hope that's okay.

You were saying?

"The fallen man knelt in supplication,
and Rayetso spoke unto him and said,

"'For though thyself be covered in sins,
they shall not be visited on thy children."'

In the name of my unborn grandchild,

I salt these pure petals,

with my tears

and blood.

And so the fallen shall rise

and be welcomed back.

Wait, he quotes a scripture,
pretends to be sorry,

and you're gonna
let him back?

Hana-tova, there are many
things about our culture

I fear you will
never understand.

He... He does not
ask to be taken back
as tan-da-bo-lo,

the head of the household.

I suppose you humans
would call it the right
of visitation.

It's the old
Hail Mary play.

No, he burned Alak.

You crushed your son's hand!

Let it go.

There are laws.

I'm not letting
him near my child.

The protocols
of shi-zhi-no-lo
have been met.

I assert my right to
safeguard my lineage.

You're a disgusting troll.

Well, what family
doesn't hit a rough
patch now and then.

I'll see myself out.

Did you hear something?

Tommy, there's
somebody out there.

You stay right here.

Tommy?

Tommy!

It can't be vulukot fibrosis.

I told you it was.

That's impossible.
We designed the bug
to kill humans.

Only humans.

Maybe it's
a mutated strain.

All I know is,
it's slowly killing me.

We have a serum.

You think I didn't try
the cure? It doesn't
work on Indogenes.

Well there must be
something you missed.

I have a contact
in Marin County.

I didn't come here
to be healed.

I came here
to be forgiven.

You're obviously
suffering from
dementia as well.

I'll make a note.

Meh!

Don't be like that.
Like what?

Like myself?
Exactly.

I came here to say goodbye.

Goodbyes are overrated.

Roll up your sleeve,
I want to take
another blood sample.

No!

Let's go for
a walk instead.

What the hell.

Yewll's not answering.

Hey! Tommy, stay awake.

Bad idea to nod off
with a concussion, buddy.

You've been hit.
Let me see.
No, it's fine.

Irisa, let me see.

It's not my blood.

See? The bullet missed me.
Well, whose blood is it, then?

It's all over your arm.
All over the floor.

Where's Amanda?

She ran off.

She's terrified.
Doubting everything
she sees.

Strung out on drugs.

Well, why aren't
we out there
looking for her?

Hey, Defiance, we've got
an emergency bulletin

from everyone's
favorite lawkeeper.

Anyone with eyes on one
Miss Amanda Rosewater

should hit up his
hailer tout de suite.

You know the number.
Call me.

Sorry, I was
just looking for...
Yeah. Your husband.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's been a regular
missing persons unit
around here.

He's not answering
his hailer.

How do you know he's not
answering his hailer?

I work for him.
He's hard to reach.

I never seem to know
where he's at anymore.

Oh, sounds like
you're losing your
mojo, newlywed.

Hmm?

Maybe I can help you find it.
I've got a break coming up.

That's how Alak mangled
his hand? His dad?

Can you believe it?

And today he almost wormed
his way back into Stahma's
good graces.

Castis. Crazy.

I've been living in
their home, learning
their language,

cooking their gross food,
and they still treat me
like an outsider.

But Datak...
Datak gets to atone.

I just don't get
these people.

You can practice all
the rituals you want,

but in the end,
you have to live
in their skin,

as we Night Porters say.

Okay, and how
am I supposed to
"live in their skin"?

Come play with me, hmm?

What do you mean?
It's a secret.

Please.
All right, take care.

Favi Tarr, what are
you in the market for?

A bit of strange.

That Casti tongue of yours
holds our language well.

One of its many uses.

Let's go upstairs.

Champagne room.

Your breath is very
Irathient, by the way.

What do you want?
I wish to conduct business
with your spymasters.

Your usefulness
has diminished.

Along with your
position in this town.

Your wife, however,
has been very generous

in support of our cause.

I was curious whether
your Irathient deity
had blessed you

with a mind as appealing
as your body.

But it seems Irzu
is a stingy god.

Counting Datak Tarr
out of any race is a
terrifically bad bet.

Enough.
I have customers,
real customers.

So what do you want
from the Votanis Collective?

Well, first, let's examine
what I have to offer.

Defiance exists
in a state of ongoing
political flux.

Now with the right alliances,
that I myself can broker,

the direction of
these changes can
be controlled.

And what direction
do you envision?

Away from the
Earth Republic.

You have my
full attention.

If those bloody
cameras were still working,
we'd have found her by now.

You know, my sources tell me
there's been no Blue Devil
to be had in town for weeks.

Yet Amanda seems to
have an endless supply.

You got anything
to say on that front?

Amanda is an adult.
Uh-huh.

I help her as a friend.
Yes, see I see
that different.

I see a guy so desperate
to get a woman in the sack

he's willing to turn her
into a junkie to do it.

Amanda would slap you
for saying that.

Yes. Yes, she would.

But Amanda is not here.
So maybe you wanna slap me?

Defend her honor?

I'm gonna ask
you this one time.
Did you spike her adreno?

Some kind
of hallucinogen,
or Votan roofie?

You're fired.

We're way past
that point now.

What exactly is that
supposed to mean?

It means you
messed with Amanda.

So if you want the badge
back you're gonna have to
take it off my dead body.

That's not a bad idea.

You wanna take your shot,
go right ahead,

but make it a good one.

See, about nine
months ago, I died.
Didn't take. True story.

Connor?

We're not done here.

Hey!
Nolan!
They found Amanda.

You okay, boss?
Amanda?

Amanda? Amanda.
Hey. Hey. Look at me.

That's it.
Can you hear me?
Amanda? Amanda?

Hey. Hey. Come on.

Connor?

I found the hair.
My hair.

You took my brush.

What are you talking about?

Can you be a man
about this one thing?

Something?
Anything?

You're not real.
You're dead.
You died in this town.

You were shot by an
Irathient terrorist.

Oh, you don't really
believe that, do you?

Jeez, Niles, my killer?
It's obvious if you just
look at the facts.

What?
But that's never
been your way.

The truth is your enemy.

It makes you look at
some unpleasant things.

Ah, shut up.

Take Amanda.

Our girl.
So beautiful.

What, you figured that by
having her it would help
you be me?

You'll never be me.

Incidentally, I forgot to
thank you for the watch.

The Bulova.
Old world.

It was just a little
awkward, given that
I barely knew you.

Was it supposed
to be an apology?

It was a gift.

Hmm.

Schoolboy crush.
Little Niles first-year.
So sweet.

But you knew we all
laughed at you, right?
All the sixth formers.

I mean it was so obvious.
Did you laugh?

Yes, I did.

What can I say?
I was 17.
I thought it was funny.

Life was a lot funnier before
the Votanis Collective
wrecked the place.

Do you not remember
holding me? You...

I told you,
"You would be okay.

"And Votans
wouldn't hurt us."

That was a lie.
Yeah.

And what they
did to Coleman.
That was the worst.

I never got over that day.

I think... I think maybe...

That's why I am
the way I am.

No. Some people, when
they're born, they just
come out wrong.

That's why you stared at me.
That's why you stole the
hair from my brush.

It's why you
followed me to New York.

You're a sick little pervert
who deserves to die.

She keeps touching the
back of her neck. Here.

Let's have a look at that.
Help me get her over.

I've seen this in
soldiers out west.
It's an EGO implant.

This one's defective.
If we don't get it out,
it's gonna kill her.

What's an EGO?
It's a military implant.

It fuses with the body
and provides intel.

Well, aren't
those things supposed
to help you in combat?

Not if it's damaged.

If the component is
compromised, it can stop
your heart or cut your spine.

You fight in
the Pale Wars?
Didn't everybody?

Hmm.

Doc!

Doc!

Doc!

Where the hell is she?

Things have
changed so much since
we first arrived.

We came here to
change this world,
and we did.

It's beautiful.

We came here to
destroy this world,
and we did.

And this town smells.

There's no poetry
in your heart anymore.

Anymore?
Was there ever?
Yes.

"Our bodies were the temple

"and our prayers so beautiful

"they must have made God cry."

My Meh Yewll.
You could always melt me.

I wrote that to
get in your pants.

It worked.

You think you could
ever forgive me?

For leaving you?

I've missed you.

I had to leave.

Because of what we did.

They weren't animals.
They were people like us.

They had names,
they had dreams,
hopes, futures.

I know...
We killed children.

I said, "I know."
We watched them die,
then talked shop.

Made jokes.
Gallows humor.

It changed you.
I'd touch you and
you'd jerk away.

You used to say, "A touch could heal."

I will heal you.

And we'll live
happily ever after.

Oh.

I see.

What?

You don't remember.

Remember what?

It's your orderly
Indogene brain trying to
process the inexplicable.

You remember
that I left.

But not how I left.

You didn't want to
remember.

No, Lev.

I died eight years ago
after I opened my veins,

and I left you
holding all that guilt.

Say you forgive me.

I do.

Come with me.

I can't.

You can.

Just take my hand.

We'll be together.

Her breathing
is shallow.
There's no Doc.

We're gonna have to operate.
Help me, here.

Yeah. I'm on it.

Come on.
Finish off that dressing.

All right.
You got her? Good.

Okay. Sterile mist.

You've done this before?
Yeah, sure.

A long time ago.

The patient live?

Does now really look
like a good time to chip
away at my confidence?

Sorry.

Oh, geez.

There it is.
What?

I can't remember whether
to cut around the device,
or into it.

You don't know?
I may not have actually
done this procedure myself,

but I think he
cut around it.

Do it.
All right.

No! Cut into
the device first.

It will remove itself.
Where the hell were you?

Booty call.

Catch your breath.
I'll close this up.

See? I'm not allowed
to die. Not for a good
long time.

Why not?

Because these
people need me.

It's my penance.

Oh, sure, Datak.
Why don't you just
help yourself?

Is there anything
extra I could order
for you for my dinner?

A bit of soothing tea.

You wouldn't believe
the day I've been having.

So, I hope my home has
provided you with comfort
in a difficult time.

Do I look insincere?

Eh, your face is
kind of built that way.
Hmm.

I'm glad there's
a strong man around
to look after things

while Stahma and I
work through this
period of trials.

We're family after all.
Bonded by blood.

All right,
what do you want?

I want to regain my
place in this family.

I want my life back.

Tall order, that.

Rafe, you understand
how important discipline is.

You've raised three children.

But knowing where
to draw the line is
what matters most.

And I regret that
I crossed that line
with Alak.

You think?

I want to mend things
with my son, with Christie.

A word in the ear from
you might help sway her.

In time, of course.

Why the hell do you
think I would I ever

consider helping you?

Well, I heard about
what happened to Rupert,
his sons, Hyatt and Josef.

You were close to the family,
weren't you?

Yeah. We were.

Hmm.

Hmm. Yeah.

Ah, the Earth Republic.

The Earth Republic
has taken so much.

Your mines.

Your home.

Yeah, well, times
are tough all over.

Mmm. Well, there's
not much one man
can do on his own.

I learned that hard
lesson when I stabbed
their Colonel Marsh

with a letter opener.

Well, what you
did was stupid.

Hmm. Perhaps.

But had I possessed
1,000 letter openers,

and 1,000 strong
hands to wield them?

I've been talking with
the Votanis Collective.

About what?

Weapons.

My life has
taken a decided
turn for the worse

since the Earth
Republic arrived.

I think it's time
we take back our town.

What do you say?

Hmm.

You're still
sitting here.

Yes.

I was worried about you.

I wasn't myself.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

How's Tommy?

Irisa...
God, I can't
believe I shot her.

Ah, Tommy's
got a hard head.
You missed Irisa.

No, I didn't.

I clearly saw that...

I was hallucinating.

Yeah.

Hey.

Don't.

Sorry.

You know, uh, what
you thought you saw...

What you might have
heard me say, you know
that wasn't real, right?

How did this
happen to me?

Either you came in
contact with someone implanted
with a defective EGO

without knowing it, or...

Or?

Or someone infected
you on purpose.

Who would do that?

You promised this
procedure would be safe.

And you promised a pristine
E6 protocol EGO device.

Not this re-purposed shtak
from Von Bach's reject pile.

I did the best I could.

Well, in any
event, it worked.

Over the last three
weeks, all of Amanda's
relevant memories

have been quietly uploaded
to my data repository.

We're ready for
the next step.

Good.
That's good.

How did we end up with
these EGOs inside us?

Oh, it happens from
time to time on the
battlefield.

An EGO gets split into
shrapnel and implanted
in different soldiers.

The particle walls must
have gotten compromised
when we injected it.

The little suckers went
looking for new a host.

And found us.

Which is why
these operations are
usually done in a lab.

In a controlled
environment.

My memories.

Did they go anywhere?
No.

They weren't recorded.
What about...

The one in my head?

I dug it out.

And destroyed it.

So what are you gonna do?

Just leave it in?

No, I'm gonna
take it out.

Just not yet.

Why?

Because I'm not
ready to let you go.