Defiance (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 11 - Of a Demon in My View - full transcript

Previously on Defiance...

This is our family.

Once we have repowered our ship
we will wake them up.

We will conquer the Earth
and enslave you all.

We will feed upon your delicate
flesh in a glorious dread harvest.

Stay close to your wife.

Keep a weapon close at hand.
And guard her.

From who?

Your daughter?

I am searching for her.

I will come and tell you
when Stahma is safe.



So it's mutiny then.

Yes.

You're going to help me hunt.

What is that?

A control stem.

It keeps you
shape-takers obedient.

She killed Tommy!

A machine killed Tommy!

You're scaring me.

Don't.

Gun!

Nolan was delusional.
He has Ark-Tech in his brain.

You gonna let 'em take me
to South America?

Don't want to.



You need to.

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If anyone was gonna survive
something like this,

figures it'd be you.

Berlin?

Berlin!

It's pretty ugly out there.

There's a lot of bodies and blood,
but I didn't see Nolan.

Do you have any idea
what happened to him?

Someone took him.

But he's alive, I can feel him.

You can feel him?

In my head.

Okay, hang on.

When I say, "Go," you squirm out
as fast as you can, got it?

Do it.

Go!

What are you doing
out in the Badlands?

I was headed back to Defiance.

I heard about Nolan,
shooting the vice chancellor

and I thought
Amanda could use my help.

Is it true?
Did he shoot her?

He wasn't in his right mind.

Oh. Runs in the family.

There were three dead raiders
out there. Was it an attack?

I'm not sure.

The convoy was on the road just
a few hours, headed towards Brazil.

Everything was quiet,
and then...

Why the chup would we stop?

There's a huge tree
in the road, Sir.

Can we go around?

Negative.

Clear the road.

You still see him, don't you?

Yeah.

Not for much longer, though.

And that's when it started.

- Get down.
- What is it?

I don't know.

Nolan?

Nolan?

Nolan!

Just like that, he was gone.

Well, we'll find him.

Thanks for not walking away.

You mean,
not walking away again?

Yeah, that's what I mean.

You're welcome.

He'll be here.

It's been many hours.

He promised
to come when it's safe.

Well, clearly it's not safe.

It's possible T'evgin has decided

he values the flesh of his own
flesh above yours.

He would not betray me.

Not to her.

Then perhaps
Kindzi has killed him.

We should ask her when she arrives,
which I imagine will be soon.

You're trying to upset me.

Yes, well I'm bored.

I have to pass the time somehow.

I do not love T'evgin.

I don't recall asking if you did.

But you wanted to.

It's why you're acting so horrid.

It's not an act.

The Enchanter took me in,

provided protection
when I was alone and frightened.

He is decent, honorable.

Since when
do you find that attractive?

T'evgin is worthy of my respect.

My affection.

But my heart?

That is reserved for you.

Always.

It's your play, dear.

What have you done to me?

You're stronger than any other Omec.

Stronger than me, strong enough
to break these chains.

Draining your blood keeps that
powerful body of yours occupied.

It keeps you weak.

You should just kill me.

Kill you?

No.

I love you, father.

Ransom.

That's the only motive
that makes sense.

How do you figure?

Well, Nolan killed
the vice chancellor, right?

Raiders attack the caravan,
kidnap the assassin,

and then sell him back
to the Votanis Collective.

That's a dumb plan.

Okay, if you don't like my theory,
give me another one.

- Wait.
- What?

These wounds,
I've seen them before.

Looks like a bite mark.

In Defiance we had animal attacks
that looked a lot like these.

I've never heard of raiders
using animals.

These bodies were planted.

By who?

The Omec.

Why would they do that?

I don't know.

How is he?

Sedated.

He'll be fine
once the meds wear off.

What about
the hardware in his head?

You mean the Ark-Tech?

It's a pollutant, I want it out.

Removing it could kill him.

Are you disobeying a command?

Well, that's not really
an option now, is it?

Why did you attack that caravan?

I mean, why bring him back here?

I have chosen this human
as my enchanted.

My Det.

- Why him?
- Look at him.

Such noble bearing, so proud.

I find him quite beautiful,
don't you?

Not really my gender.

He was kind to me
when the human mayor shot me.

He gave me a coat for warmth.

I could not allow the Votanis
Collective to take him and kill him.

But you're fine if I kill him on
this operating table right now?

He's no good to me broken.

May I speak freely?

What?

I think it's you that's broken.

I don't know
if it's a result of a trauma,

or if you're just a born sociopath.

But there's a screw loose
in that head of yours.

And you know
I have a higher tolerance

for cruelty than most folks, but

what you did to your father,

it's sick.

You make me sick
and that's the truth.

Get out.

You need me to do the surgery.

I will do it myself.

Go back to Defiance
and continue your collecting.

You don't know
what you're doing.

Now.

Yes, Boss.

Whatever you say.

Goodbye, Nolan.

Something's happened.

Tell me about it.

No.

No, I can't feel Nolan anymore.

He's gone.

Hi.

Kindzi?

Here, drink.

Where's Irisa?

Back in Defiance.

Telling everyone
you were killed in a raider attack.

The night you were locked up,
Irisa came to my father, in tears.

She begged us
to help her rescue you.

Together,
we came up with a plan.

So the attack was...

A necessary deception.

And was anyone killed?

Don't blame your daughter for that,
blame me.

Oh, no.

The Votanis Collective
murdered our people.

I will not apologize
for killing them.

That's okay, it's fair enough.

I've done worse myself.

So, is there a plan?

You and I
will travel to Rancor Flats.

And Irisa?

Irisa will join us,
once she is satisfied

the Votanis Collective
believes her story.

Okay, so...

So the raiders are blamed
for the attack on the convoy.

Defiance is safe.

A manageable plan.
What did you do to me?

I removed
the metal from your head.

No.

No, Doc tried that.
She said it couldn't be done.

I am Omec.
Nothing is impossible.

What about Irisa?

Was she okay, when you took
the Ark-Tech out?

Yes, as are you.

You took a big risk for us.

Thank you.

May I ask why?

We hate the Votanis Collective
as much as you do.

Now relax.

There's nothing more to worry about.

You're safe, you're healthy.

And you're free.

For now.

You've been fighting for everyone
else for so long.

Taking care of everyone
but yourself.

Now let someone else
take care of you.

I like how you shot
that Castithan politician.

It reminded me of my father.

How he used to be.

Dangerous, strong, brutal.

Well, for the record,
I'm not proud of myself

for shooting the vice chancellor.

I wasn't myself.

Oh.

The Ark-Tech in my head
made me delusional.

What kind of delusions?

I saw myself.

Outside myself.

I was a soldier.

And all I knew was killing.

This shadow of yourself,

In Omec we call it
"t'ovik nilusii."

Our warrior echo.

This happens to you people so much,
you have a name for it?

It's a feeling, an instinct.

That when everything
in your head tells you no,

your t'ovik nilusii says, yes.

And was it your warrior echo
that told you

to kill all those Votans
in the raid?

- You're judging me.
- No, no.

No,
I'm just concerned about Irisa.

She must have been upset
when you started dropping bodies.

Yes, at first.

And then
she understood the necessity.

Yeah, well,
the kid's nothing if not practical.

Hey, I'd love to talk to her.

You got a hailer here?

The drones disrupt
the hailer signal.

You can talk to her later.

Yeah,
when we get to Rancor Flats.

You told me.

Irisa puts her love for you
above anything else.

She is a good daughter.
You should be proud of her.

I am.

I'm starving.

I know how to make pancakes.

No, no, no.
I got this, I do.

You sure you
don't want anything?

Nope.

I make a mean
grilled cheese sandwich.

The trick is to butter
both sides of the bread...

You've disappointed me.

I will return soon.

I want two of you stationed
on the roof,

two at the front door, and two
with my wife at all times.

Protect her with your life
if necessary.

Have I said something
particularly entertaining?

Look, Vizu.

Your money's good enough for me
to stand out front

with a big gun
to scare people away,

but if shtak gets serious...

No way I'm dying
for a house full of traitors.

We know who killed Raiga
and the rest of your old crew.

Can't prove it, but it was you.

Boss.

How 'bout it?

You want us to leave?

If and when the time comes,

I am confident
you will do the right thing.

If you do not,

this conversation will
continue and conclude.

Take your posts.

You cannot leave us with them.

Doc Yewll isn't answering
her hailer. I have to go find her.

But T'evgin...

For all we know,
T'evgin's on his daughter's side.

And he's damn near impossible
to kill, remember?

If anyone knows how to kill
a mature Omec, it's Yewll.

These men will betray us
the first chance they get.

They're the best
I could pull together.

We're not exactly
popular these days.

Give me a gun.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'll fight for you, Favi.

Die defending you, if necessary.

The safety's on the side.

I'll be back soon.

Look after her.

So where are we?

Old St Louis?

Someplace private.

Where's Irisa?
For real, this time.

Back at the convoy,
pinned under some metal.

If she's not dead,
she will be soon.

Does that information upset you?

Yeah.

Good, because you've upset me.

Why?
Because I don't like being lied to?

Because I don't wanna be lunch?

I would have cared for you.

During the Dread Harvest, you would
have been protected and favored.

You would've had the highest ranking
amongst the slaves.

Never going hungry,
never wanting for anything.

Yeah, that's a great story.
But it wouldn't have ended well.

You would have lived out your
lifespan and had an honorable death.

But now?

Now you're just food.

What's that?
We got company up above?

If the Omec did take Nolan,

they killed
a lot of people doing it.

Hello, Nolan's daughter.

Lawkeeper.

We know you attacked the convoy

and tried to pin it on raiders.

Are you here to arrest me?

I just want Nolan.

I imagine he's with my father.

Where?

Out in the Badlands somewhere,
escaping Votan justice.

Are you saying
T'evgin attacked the convoy?

The Votanis Collective
slaughtered our people.

When Nolan killed their vice
chancellor, it pleased my father.

He took it upon himself to rescue
Nolan from our common enemy.

My father has a soft spot
for the lesser races

but I still think
you're animals.

If you don't believe what
I'm saying, have a look around.

We will.

I've searched the roof
and the adjacent buildings.

- Any luck in the mines?
- No.

Those tunnels go on forever.
It'll take days to search them all.

We don't have that kind of time.

- Do you have a hailer?
- No.

Mine isn't working.

We need to warn Amanda
that the V.C. convoy was hit.

I'm not leaving.

Did you ever consider that Kindzi
might be telling the truth?

I don't trust her.

Me neither.

Doesn't necessarily
mean she's lying.

Lawkeeper.

Help me.

What kind of freak show
are you people building down here?

It's my daughter's doing.

What's her endgame?

War, it's what I promised her.

When the Votanis Collective
destroyed our fleet,

Kindzi and I were lost.

We knew the shape takers had found
a suitable planet to colonize,

we just didn't know where it was.

We drifted aimlessly through space,

searching for any signal that
would lead us to the Votan arks.

Or their destination.

Earth.

We didn't know
to call it that, but yes.

Throughout the long journey,
hate kept me alive,

focused.

Kindzi learned hatred
from watching me.

I taught it to my daughter.

Fantasies of revenge,
told as bedtime stories,

night after night.

Year after year.

It probably kept her going, right?
Kept her alive?

But at what cost?

That's always
the trade off, isn't it?

I'm afraid
I've been a bad father.

You're not alone there, pal.

Take these back to your post.

You're very talented.

Thank you.

Do you weave?

I've never really tried.

Sit beside me.

For now,
just practice looping the thread.

Like this.

Hmm.

I could make a bonnet for Luke.

Aren't you ambitious.

How is the little one doing?

He's crawling now.

Starting to talk.

And Alak?

He's so good with the baby.

Though he still struggles
with diapers.

He doesn't put the pins
in tightly enough.

I've shown him
over and over, but

he still doesn't learn.

Perhaps he enjoys being taught.

What is it, Andina?

Speak your mind.

I love
spending this time together.

Feeling this close to you
and your family, but

I'm not stupid.

I know it can't last.

What can't last?

Well, you are Shanje.

I'm a handmaiden.

Soon enough,
this crisis will pass

and everything will go back
to the way it used to be.

That's just nature.

It is possible to elevate
one's station through marriage.

It's one of the more savory aspects
of our shared culture.

Hold your hand like this.

Thank you.

When Christie died,

poor little Luke suffered
an unimaginable loss.

You stepped in.

You took care of him.

I've done my best.

I know.

My son has needs too.

What are you saying?

Just idle talk
with a trusted friend.

Promise me
that will never change.

I think in time,

with me whispering in his ear,

I might persuade Alak
to forgive you.

And the baby?

I can bring him here in secret.

That would be quite a kindness.

And perhaps one day,

when I've married into the Shanje,

we can drink tea as equals.

You have quite a knack for this.

I'm impressed.

Did Conrad Von Bach
kick you to the curb?

I came to help.

I don't need help.

Especially from you.

No, I think you do.

Nolan never made it to Brazil.

Where's Irisa now?

She stayed behind, hoping
Kindzi would lead her to Nolan.

What are you doing?

I can't help you if don't tell me
what the hell you're doing.

Protecting the town.

By going through laundry?

If Kindzi's fake raider attack
didn't fool you and Irisa,

what makes you think
it's gonna fool the V.C.?

Okay, good point.

They'll start counting bodies

and notice
that Nolan and Irisa are missing.

And blame Defiance.

Human mayor, sympathetic
to the Butcher of Yosemite.

It'll give the V.C. hardliners
every reason to attack.

Unless, of course, Nolan and Irisa
die tragically in the attack.

Hmm.

I've been looking
for you everywhere.

Well, I haven't been everywhere.

I need to find
the best way to kill an Omec.

I know the daughter
can be stopped by a bullet,

but I've been told
T'evgin poses more of a...

Ooh.

Is that blood?

Patient died on me.

Died of what?

A new strain
of hemorrhagic fever.

- For Castithans...
- Everyone is susceptible.

And believe me,
this is one nasty bug.

You die bleeding from your eyes.

Your ears.

Everywhere.

If it spreads, the Omec will be
the least of your worries.

What's that?

A vaccine.

I don't have enough
for everyone,

so we need to keep this
on the down-low.

We can't afford panic.

Other arm.

Put your gun down, sweetie.

Stahma will need a dose.

And Alak.

And Luke.

You make sure it gets...

I'll get around
to all of them eventually.

The Omec will make sure of that.

I would never have been able to

drag these corpses
out here by myself.

Like I said, I'm here to help.

How long you sticking around?

As long as you need me.

Conrad understands.

I missed you.

Same here.

Now we're finally starting
to get somewhere.

Okay.

Let's get this bad boy...

Stop this! Right now!

Stop this!

All right.

Time to eat.

Get away from him.

If you let them leave, they will
return with weapons and kill me.

And maybe you too.

I spared you because I love you.

Join me.

Pick up that ax.

Protect your daughter.

Your blood.

Kill them both. And then we will do
the Dread Harvest.

This is not your fight. Go.
No.

She won't be able to hurt me.

I don't know, Father.

You've lost a lot of blood.

If you're gonna fight me,

do so with honor.
Not in your second skin.

We gotta help him.

No, Nolan,
we haven't got any weapons.

We need reinforcements.

You underestimate me, daughter.

You have broken my heart.

Please.

Father, forgive me.

I'll do whatever you say.

You will return to the sleep pod.

- Yes.
- You will remain there.

Of course.

And you will never

disobey my commands again.

Never.

Swear it.

On the lives
of our brothers and sisters.

I do. I promise.

You are forgiven.

You are old and stupid.

You left me no choice.

We gotta get help.

Let's go.

EARTH YEAR 1978
GLIESE 783 SYSTEM

19.6 LIGHT YEARS FROM EARTH

Scanning radio frequencies...

There's nothing out there.

We're alone.

Our enemies abide.

Never forget.

Our mission is futile.

We're never going to find
this new world the Votans fled to.

Be patient.

...goin' tweet, tweet, tweet

Rockin' Robin

Tweet, tweedle dee deet

Rockin'

Robin?

That's no Votan language
I've ever heard.

Where is the signal's origin?

Our new home!

...Rockin' Robin

Tweet, tweet, tweet

Rockin' Robin

Tweet, tweedle dee deet

Blow, Rockin' Robin...

'Cause we really
gonna rock tonight

Blow...

Duty guide my hand.

Your strength
will become my own.

Your spirit will become my own.

And I swear this world will

pay for coming between us.

Brothers and sisters.

We have arrived home.

I am speaking to you
in the language of this new world.

It is time to awaken
and seize the world

we were long ago promised.

We must celebrate our divine right
over all others.

For it is their flesh
that sustains ours.

It is time
for our Dread Harvest.

Our moment to rise and conquer.

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