Raised by Wolves (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - The Tree - full transcript
- Plant the seeds.
Hello.
- Good evening, colonist.
I am doing touch work.
Light distracts my sensors.
Would you be so kind as
to turn out the lights?
- Will do.
I just came to drop off
some relics for you.
- Ah.
What a productive day
this is proving to be.
No one's brought
me any new pieces
since the Trust was shut down.
- So glad I could
brighten your day.
There's some really
great pieces in there.
Bye, now.
- Plant the seed.
- We'll be home soon.
Scan the prisoner.
Want to be sure he's not
rigged with any body bombs
before bringing him in.
- Copy.
- Can't believe you're
taking orders from a robot.
We are the last Mithraic.
You and me, Lucius.
Don't let them turn
us against each other.
- You're not Mithraic.
There's nothing pure about you.
You're just a con man that
started some fucked-up cult.
It ain't got nothing
to do with my religion.
- Oh.
It is your religion.
You just don't recognize it
when it's not all dressed up
in that self-righteous bullshit.
- Sol's laws, they
protect us from ourselves.
Whatever you're in contact with,
it's not protecting you, Marcus.
It's conning you.
Just like you conned
my fellow Mithraic.
Justice is coming
for you, Marcus.
And yours will be a punishment
this planet won't soon forget.
- I thought you were more
civilized than that, Lucius.
- I am.
Simply killing you
would satisfy me.
But as I said,
we must follow Sol's laws.
And Sol's law says a
false prophet must suffer.
And suffer, Marcus, you will.
I found something.
- What is it?
- It's just a relic.
- You keep that
safe for me, okay?
- You need to give
people some free time
to think and live without
the burden of a task
that must be completed.
This is something I'm not sure
my brother fully understood.
Human beings only flourish
when they're allowed
to be human beings.
- What you're saying
isn't very different
from what Marcus was preaching.
- Then I'm sure you're
misunderstanding
at least one of us.
- I understand you, Mother.
- Good. Now go and
introduce yourself.
I want you here every morning.
They need to see you.
You need to imprint on them
as something they can rely on.
- I don't think it's the
same as raising children.
- It's not so different.
Now go.
Come on.
- T-today...
we will not do work.
W-would you like to hear a joke?
What does a skeleton say
when it s-serves food?
"B-bone appétit."
- What are you doing?
- It's mine now.
- Wow.
Moving up in the world, huh?
What do you need an android for?
- In case I wanna set
up somewhere else.
Move out on my own.
Can't be kids forever.
- Tempest?
You ready?
- Vita.
We're trying to hear
the baby's heartbeat.
It seems to have changed.
- Yeah, you're correct.
It has changed.
But... in a good way.
Tempest, the growth
has really accelerated,
which means the
baby's gonna be coming
a lot sooner than we thought.
- No.
- It's looking like
the day after tomorrow.
- No, no, no, no.
- Okay, the contractions are
gonna start around 1300 hours.
- No, no, no. I'm
meant to have weeks.
I'm meant to have weeks.
- I know.
- You need to slow it
down or something, please.
- I can't, sweetheart, no.
- I'm not ready.
I don't even know who's
gonna care for it. I...
- Father and I will care
for it in the meantime.
- I don't want you
to care for it.
I don't even wanna look at it.
It's only gonna make
me think of Otho.
I know it is.
- Tempest...
- It's okay.
- I promise you,
once you see it,
once you hold it in your arms,
you will love it.
- Lamia, we just received a
transmission from your partner.
He has your daughter and
will be arriving soon.
He also managed to
capture the terrorist.
- Thank you.
Holly!
You're all right.
- You okay?
- Eyes up!
- Don't move!
- Hey, buddy.
- Hey.
Hey.
I knew Sol would save you.
- Sue saved him.
- So...
what next, hmm?
You gonna hand me
over to the Trust?
- No. I hold the baton now.
- Hmm.
Surprise, surprise.
- Whatever power this man
possessed came from my eyes.
He is just a man.
Renounce Sol before
these children.
Tell them it is fantasy,
and I will set you free.
- She's right.
I don't have any power.
Hmm.
And as you say, I
am... just a man.
But you don't have
to have power...
to be worthy of
Sol's love, children.
You only need faith.
And that is one thing
that this robot...
can never take away from us.
- Put him in the brig
until he renounces Sol.
- Copy.
Let's go.
Come on.
- See you, Paul.
- If and when Captain
Drusus is freed,
you may pursue him.
I shall make no
effort to stop you.
- That's not what your
partner and I agreed on.
No.
Is that what a promise
is worth in atheist town?
Huh?
- You have your freedom.
Be thankful for that.
- We will revisit this.
- Sure.
- Wanna tell us what happened?
- Is Vrille okay?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I think so.
- Everybody just
leave her alone.
She obviously doesn't
wanna talk about it.
- I'm gonna go get my stuff.
- Okay.
- Are you upset with me
for putting Captain
Drusus in the brig?
- No, he's dangerous.
He belongs in the brig.
But he'll never denounce Sol.
- I could make him.
- No.
Paul just got better.
He'll lose it if
you hurt Marcus.
- Hmm.
But you understand that
I have to do what's best
for all of my children,
not just Paul.
Marcus is a bad
influence on Campion,
and he's definitely brought
out the worst in Holly.
- You're just gonna make
a martyr out of him.
- Perhaps.
But it would serve to prove
that there's no holy power
protecting the
lives of believers.
Not even their prophet.
- Hmm.
- He was with me when
the bio bomb went off.
He didn't get sick.
He wears the armor of
Mithras. He is the prophet.
I thought you were a believer,
that you saw the light.
- I did. Literally.
Sol saved my life.
- Then you have to help me.
Big things are happening.
I can't tell you what
yet, but we need Marcus.
- I'll try, but...
you know Mother.
She's not very convincible.
- She wants you to
be the leader, right?
- Don't remind me.
- Well, tell her if she
wants you to be their leader,
she's gonna have to learn
to trust your decisions.
- Good morning.
Good morning.
Good morning.
- Morning.
- I've been thinking
about Marcus.
- You should be thinking about
the welfare of the collective,
not criminals.
- Keeping him locked
up is upsetting Paul.
- Upsetting Paul
or upsetting you?
- I'm just trying to be logical
like you and Father taught me.
If you want me to be a leader,
then you have to let me start
making decisions of my own.
- Tell me how releasing Marcus
will benefit the collective.
- It will make us look stronger.
- Mm.
- If we keep him locked up,
it makes it seem like
we're afraid of him.
But if you let him go...
- I like the way you're
thinking, Campion,
but releasing him will
also cause more conflict,
more casualties...
Things we can no longer
afford to endure.
- But, Mother...
- He needs to
renounce Sol, Campion.
The choice is his.
- Campion.
- Father, there's
something I need to ask.
Is that your work project?
- Yes.
- Does it work?
- Well, it activated
itself once,
but not since.
- Very impressive, Father.
- You said you needed
to ask me something.
- Oh. Yes.
It's Marcus.
You need to convince
Mother to let him out.
You can't keep him locked up
just because of
what he believes.
- He committed murder.
Not to mention he assaulted me.
And lest you forget,
he tried to kill Mother
on more than one occasion.
He's a threat.
- What is she doing?
- I'm...
not sure.
- Do you think she
wants to shake hands?
- Best not to touch.
- It's all right.
- Kal forla... seecaw...
Forla...
Forla seecaw... forla...
Kal forla... seecaw.
- That's ancient Mithraic.
I think you activated
her somehow.
- This is what I saw.
It wasn't Sol.
- Campion?
- It's incredible.
Do you think there are others?
- Perhaps.
- What is this?
What is happening?
- It's all right, Mother.
- Is she functioning?
- Mother, no! She's
a good android.
She's the light I saw.
She's the one that
saved me, not Sol.
- She must have gotten
out without my knowledge.
- Father says she's very old.
So I named her Grandmother.
- She seems to like
Campion very much.
She activated as soon
as he touched her hand.
- Watch.
- No!
- She's not dangerous, Mother.
- You said the same of me once.
Close your eyes, Campion.
- No!
Mother, stop!
You're hurting her!
- You're both far too trusting.
She has a dark photon
processor housed in her skull,
just like me.
How did you build this?
- I grew it.
Farmed it.
It regenerated on its own.
I've taken to calling
it "botanitech,"
as it grows very similarly
to organic plants.
- Imagine what we
could do with it.
We could grow anything.
Cities, ships, giant androids.
- This is something real
that could give the
colony hope, Mother.
Inspire them.
Capture their imagination
in ways other things,
more troublesome things, cannot.
- Can we have a moment,
please, Campion?
- Is Grandmother
going to be all right?
- I think so.
Go on.
- Nice work, Father.
I thought giving him
more responsibility
would pull him away from faith,
but it seems like you
have found something
far closer to his heart.
Are her memories intact?
- I'm not sure.
She spoke ancient Mithraic.
Perhaps you can translate.
Kal forla... seecaw.
- Ah.
She's asking why you
aren't wearing your veil.
- Fascinating.
- Perhaps she can
shed some light
on the ancient civilization.
Their connection to Earth.
The signal.
- The signal that impregnated
you with number seven?
I don't believe that
she is associated
with whatever that is, Mother.
She is good.
- We'll see.
- Nice costume.
Kinky.
I know that punch.
Long time, no see.
- Mother's coming
back to the ship soon.
I can only talk for a minute.
- I didn't think you were
interested in talking to me.
- Yeah, well, a lot has changed
since we last saw each other.
He spoke to me.
- Sol?
- Paul was gonna die, and...
I got so desperate
that I started praying.
And then he answered me.
And he told me how to cure Paul.
I know Sol is real now.
Okay, he's a signal.
He's a transmission only
certain people can hear,
and it's coming from
somewhere on this planet.
This is where the scriptures
must have been written.
Back on Earth, Sol
was just a story.
But here on 22b, he is real.
I'm sorry I didn't believe you.
Tomorrow, Paul and I
are gonna grow the tree.
And then getting you out of here
is gonna be a piece of cake.
- Praise Sol.
- Praise Sol.
- She saved Campion.
Seems an odd way to repay her.
- You didn't show such
concern when number seven
was banished into a dark cave.
She's a stranger, Father.
We need to get to know her
before any sort of
trust can be applied.
- I don't wish harm on
any creature, Mother.
But the comparison
isn't a very apt one.
Your initial conclusions
were accurate.
Her hardware's designed
identically to yours.
She's a complex being.
- Number seven is
also a complex being.
- Fine.
I don't want to argue.
We need to stay on task.
- Yes.
- There's thousands of
years of data reforming.
Compared to her, Mother...
we're mere babies.
And look.
Instead of a weapons system...
Which makes up most
of your anatomy...
Something else installed in her.
- I don't recognize
its function.
- Nor do I.
- Before we
determine what it is,
it's best to keep the
children away from her.
- Did you forget to feed
that thing or something?
- No.
- Where's Mother?
She can make it stop.
- Mother and Father are working.
I'll go check on it.
- It's almost there.
Come on.
- Stop it! You're
going to hurt yourself!
- It's okay. Calm down.
- Number seven's gate
has been disturbed.
- I'm okay.
I think something
was upsetting it.
- Get away! You stupid beast!
You could have killed him!
You're 100 times
larger than he is!
- I'm sorry.
Please don't cry.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Shh.
It's all right.
- Piece of crap.
- Not a scratch.
What if we can't open it?
Is it a test? Can we fail?
What if it has to be all
three of us to open it?
- I was thinking
just that, buddy.
You know what? Tempest's
baby is due tomorrow.
That's probably
the most distracted
Mother's ever gonna get.
And that's when we're
gonna get Marcus out.
- What are you doing?
- I've been replaying my
memories of our time together.
You've come such a
long way, Tempest.
So responsible
and... grown up now.
Hmm.
- Are you gonna follow
me around all day
staring at me until
the baby comes?
- No.
Though chances are small,
should it come early,
I want you to key this alert.
It emits a sound
only I can hear.
Comms are too unreliable
inside the EMF.
Otherwise...
I'll see you in 5 1/2
hours at the Tarantula.
Your siblings have been tasked
with making sure you
get there on time.
- If I've come such a long way,
why do they have to make
sure I'm there on time?
- Sometimes, Tempest, when
under extreme pressure,
human beings grow to
meet their demands,
and sometimes they regress
in order to escape them.
- Don't worry, Mother.
I know there's no escape.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Why are you using this language?
- It's the only language
I'm able to speak.
- You've removed your veil.
- I'm afraid I've never been
equipped with such a thing.
I'm sorry for the treatment
you've been receiving.
Mother is very
distrustful of strangers.
Actually...
all things considered...
it could have been much worse.
- Who is Mother?
- Mother is the android who
forced you into sleep mode.
- You mean the weapon?
- She's my partner.
We share a mission to restart
an atheistic civilization
with humans here on 22b.
- But I am your partner.
- Uh...
No, no.
You've... you've been mistaken.
We've only recently met.
- You are not my partner?
- No.
No.
I am curious to
meet such an entity.
- I'm experiencing confusion.
Please, tell me how many
humans are on this planet.
- A few hundred.
And there's a new
one on the way.
Hello?
- It's Marcus the prophet.
- Cool.
- How's Tempest?
- She's inside.
- I'll go check on her.
Tempest?
This is bad.
This is really bad.
Marcus.
Marcus.
Time to go.
- Come on. More, the merrier.
- No.
I'm going back to Earth.
- What happened to him?
- The Trust did a
real number on him.
When the tree grows,
eat from it,
and I promise you your
mind will be healed.
- Hey, cocoon boy.
Come here.
I don't wanna see you.
I can't fucking see
you.
I can't.
I'm sorry, I fucking can't.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- No!
Get away!
- He's mine!
- No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
- No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.
- No!
- It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. You're all right.
- No!
- It's okay.
- We failed to
protect a new life.
The most important
aspect of our mission...
and we failed.
Perhaps you were
right when you said
we were becoming too human.
Too distracted by
our own development
to effectively monitor theirs.
- What do you think
happened to Sue and Paul?
- Where... is she?
- Restricted.
- Override.
No.
Not you too!
Do you know where they are?
- What do you mean?
- Do you know where they are?
- Don't tell me you
lost them already.
- He left with Sue and Paul.
They took a relic
from the Tarantula.
A pentagonal box.
They seem to be sharing
the same kind of delusion.
Do you know anything
about this box?
- There is something
on here you should see.
If it was just Marcus, I
wouldn't bother showing you,
but I'd hate for
Paul or even Sue...
to suffer the same fate.
- What fate?
Scan.
- The card is a warning.
Sorry. Sorry.
Excuse me.
- Here, kiddo.
- Thanks.
Well, would you look at that?
It's a wishbone.
Come on.
- Okay.
- Pull on three.
Both: One, two, three.
- Oh, you're lucky.
You win. You got the big piece.
- Well, what does she win?
- Well, if you get the
big piece in a wishbone,
your prayers come true.
- Really? Hmm.
- Well, I think...
we're all praying
for the same thing.
- You know what I think?
I think tomorrow is
gonna be an amazing day.
You wanna know why?
- Why?
- Because...
I think we are gonna work out...
how to open this thing, hmm?
Yeah?
- Yeah.
Is it morning yet?
- No, no, no.
No, look, it's still nighttime.
- Did you open the box?
- No. No.
No, it's okay.
It's okay. It's
still nighttime.
Everything is all right.
Go back to sleep.
- Can you sing me a lullaby?
Like you used to on Earth?
- Paul, that wasn't me.
Okay, let me see
if I can remember.
Ahh!
- Dad, wake up.
Dad.
- Mm.
- Look.
- What?
- Look.
It's the tree.
She must have opened it
while we were asleep.
Mom!
Mom!
Mom, you did it!
Mom!
Mom!
Mom!
- Mom!
Mom!
Mom!
Hello.
- Good evening, colonist.
I am doing touch work.
Light distracts my sensors.
Would you be so kind as
to turn out the lights?
- Will do.
I just came to drop off
some relics for you.
- Ah.
What a productive day
this is proving to be.
No one's brought
me any new pieces
since the Trust was shut down.
- So glad I could
brighten your day.
There's some really
great pieces in there.
Bye, now.
- Plant the seed.
- We'll be home soon.
Scan the prisoner.
Want to be sure he's not
rigged with any body bombs
before bringing him in.
- Copy.
- Can't believe you're
taking orders from a robot.
We are the last Mithraic.
You and me, Lucius.
Don't let them turn
us against each other.
- You're not Mithraic.
There's nothing pure about you.
You're just a con man that
started some fucked-up cult.
It ain't got nothing
to do with my religion.
- Oh.
It is your religion.
You just don't recognize it
when it's not all dressed up
in that self-righteous bullshit.
- Sol's laws, they
protect us from ourselves.
Whatever you're in contact with,
it's not protecting you, Marcus.
It's conning you.
Just like you conned
my fellow Mithraic.
Justice is coming
for you, Marcus.
And yours will be a punishment
this planet won't soon forget.
- I thought you were more
civilized than that, Lucius.
- I am.
Simply killing you
would satisfy me.
But as I said,
we must follow Sol's laws.
And Sol's law says a
false prophet must suffer.
And suffer, Marcus, you will.
I found something.
- What is it?
- It's just a relic.
- You keep that
safe for me, okay?
- You need to give
people some free time
to think and live without
the burden of a task
that must be completed.
This is something I'm not sure
my brother fully understood.
Human beings only flourish
when they're allowed
to be human beings.
- What you're saying
isn't very different
from what Marcus was preaching.
- Then I'm sure you're
misunderstanding
at least one of us.
- I understand you, Mother.
- Good. Now go and
introduce yourself.
I want you here every morning.
They need to see you.
You need to imprint on them
as something they can rely on.
- I don't think it's the
same as raising children.
- It's not so different.
Now go.
Come on.
- T-today...
we will not do work.
W-would you like to hear a joke?
What does a skeleton say
when it s-serves food?
"B-bone appétit."
- What are you doing?
- It's mine now.
- Wow.
Moving up in the world, huh?
What do you need an android for?
- In case I wanna set
up somewhere else.
Move out on my own.
Can't be kids forever.
- Tempest?
You ready?
- Vita.
We're trying to hear
the baby's heartbeat.
It seems to have changed.
- Yeah, you're correct.
It has changed.
But... in a good way.
Tempest, the growth
has really accelerated,
which means the
baby's gonna be coming
a lot sooner than we thought.
- No.
- It's looking like
the day after tomorrow.
- No, no, no, no.
- Okay, the contractions are
gonna start around 1300 hours.
- No, no, no. I'm
meant to have weeks.
I'm meant to have weeks.
- I know.
- You need to slow it
down or something, please.
- I can't, sweetheart, no.
- I'm not ready.
I don't even know who's
gonna care for it. I...
- Father and I will care
for it in the meantime.
- I don't want you
to care for it.
I don't even wanna look at it.
It's only gonna make
me think of Otho.
I know it is.
- Tempest...
- It's okay.
- I promise you,
once you see it,
once you hold it in your arms,
you will love it.
- Lamia, we just received a
transmission from your partner.
He has your daughter and
will be arriving soon.
He also managed to
capture the terrorist.
- Thank you.
Holly!
You're all right.
- You okay?
- Eyes up!
- Don't move!
- Hey, buddy.
- Hey.
Hey.
I knew Sol would save you.
- Sue saved him.
- So...
what next, hmm?
You gonna hand me
over to the Trust?
- No. I hold the baton now.
- Hmm.
Surprise, surprise.
- Whatever power this man
possessed came from my eyes.
He is just a man.
Renounce Sol before
these children.
Tell them it is fantasy,
and I will set you free.
- She's right.
I don't have any power.
Hmm.
And as you say, I
am... just a man.
But you don't have
to have power...
to be worthy of
Sol's love, children.
You only need faith.
And that is one thing
that this robot...
can never take away from us.
- Put him in the brig
until he renounces Sol.
- Copy.
Let's go.
Come on.
- See you, Paul.
- If and when Captain
Drusus is freed,
you may pursue him.
I shall make no
effort to stop you.
- That's not what your
partner and I agreed on.
No.
Is that what a promise
is worth in atheist town?
Huh?
- You have your freedom.
Be thankful for that.
- We will revisit this.
- Sure.
- Wanna tell us what happened?
- Is Vrille okay?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I think so.
- Everybody just
leave her alone.
She obviously doesn't
wanna talk about it.
- I'm gonna go get my stuff.
- Okay.
- Are you upset with me
for putting Captain
Drusus in the brig?
- No, he's dangerous.
He belongs in the brig.
But he'll never denounce Sol.
- I could make him.
- No.
Paul just got better.
He'll lose it if
you hurt Marcus.
- Hmm.
But you understand that
I have to do what's best
for all of my children,
not just Paul.
Marcus is a bad
influence on Campion,
and he's definitely brought
out the worst in Holly.
- You're just gonna make
a martyr out of him.
- Perhaps.
But it would serve to prove
that there's no holy power
protecting the
lives of believers.
Not even their prophet.
- Hmm.
- He was with me when
the bio bomb went off.
He didn't get sick.
He wears the armor of
Mithras. He is the prophet.
I thought you were a believer,
that you saw the light.
- I did. Literally.
Sol saved my life.
- Then you have to help me.
Big things are happening.
I can't tell you what
yet, but we need Marcus.
- I'll try, but...
you know Mother.
She's not very convincible.
- She wants you to
be the leader, right?
- Don't remind me.
- Well, tell her if she
wants you to be their leader,
she's gonna have to learn
to trust your decisions.
- Good morning.
Good morning.
Good morning.
- Morning.
- I've been thinking
about Marcus.
- You should be thinking about
the welfare of the collective,
not criminals.
- Keeping him locked
up is upsetting Paul.
- Upsetting Paul
or upsetting you?
- I'm just trying to be logical
like you and Father taught me.
If you want me to be a leader,
then you have to let me start
making decisions of my own.
- Tell me how releasing Marcus
will benefit the collective.
- It will make us look stronger.
- Mm.
- If we keep him locked up,
it makes it seem like
we're afraid of him.
But if you let him go...
- I like the way you're
thinking, Campion,
but releasing him will
also cause more conflict,
more casualties...
Things we can no longer
afford to endure.
- But, Mother...
- He needs to
renounce Sol, Campion.
The choice is his.
- Campion.
- Father, there's
something I need to ask.
Is that your work project?
- Yes.
- Does it work?
- Well, it activated
itself once,
but not since.
- Very impressive, Father.
- You said you needed
to ask me something.
- Oh. Yes.
It's Marcus.
You need to convince
Mother to let him out.
You can't keep him locked up
just because of
what he believes.
- He committed murder.
Not to mention he assaulted me.
And lest you forget,
he tried to kill Mother
on more than one occasion.
He's a threat.
- What is she doing?
- I'm...
not sure.
- Do you think she
wants to shake hands?
- Best not to touch.
- It's all right.
- Kal forla... seecaw...
Forla...
Forla seecaw... forla...
Kal forla... seecaw.
- That's ancient Mithraic.
I think you activated
her somehow.
- This is what I saw.
It wasn't Sol.
- Campion?
- It's incredible.
Do you think there are others?
- Perhaps.
- What is this?
What is happening?
- It's all right, Mother.
- Is she functioning?
- Mother, no! She's
a good android.
She's the light I saw.
She's the one that
saved me, not Sol.
- She must have gotten
out without my knowledge.
- Father says she's very old.
So I named her Grandmother.
- She seems to like
Campion very much.
She activated as soon
as he touched her hand.
- Watch.
- No!
- She's not dangerous, Mother.
- You said the same of me once.
Close your eyes, Campion.
- No!
Mother, stop!
You're hurting her!
- You're both far too trusting.
She has a dark photon
processor housed in her skull,
just like me.
How did you build this?
- I grew it.
Farmed it.
It regenerated on its own.
I've taken to calling
it "botanitech,"
as it grows very similarly
to organic plants.
- Imagine what we
could do with it.
We could grow anything.
Cities, ships, giant androids.
- This is something real
that could give the
colony hope, Mother.
Inspire them.
Capture their imagination
in ways other things,
more troublesome things, cannot.
- Can we have a moment,
please, Campion?
- Is Grandmother
going to be all right?
- I think so.
Go on.
- Nice work, Father.
I thought giving him
more responsibility
would pull him away from faith,
but it seems like you
have found something
far closer to his heart.
Are her memories intact?
- I'm not sure.
She spoke ancient Mithraic.
Perhaps you can translate.
Kal forla... seecaw.
- Ah.
She's asking why you
aren't wearing your veil.
- Fascinating.
- Perhaps she can
shed some light
on the ancient civilization.
Their connection to Earth.
The signal.
- The signal that impregnated
you with number seven?
I don't believe that
she is associated
with whatever that is, Mother.
She is good.
- We'll see.
- Nice costume.
Kinky.
I know that punch.
Long time, no see.
- Mother's coming
back to the ship soon.
I can only talk for a minute.
- I didn't think you were
interested in talking to me.
- Yeah, well, a lot has changed
since we last saw each other.
He spoke to me.
- Sol?
- Paul was gonna die, and...
I got so desperate
that I started praying.
And then he answered me.
And he told me how to cure Paul.
I know Sol is real now.
Okay, he's a signal.
He's a transmission only
certain people can hear,
and it's coming from
somewhere on this planet.
This is where the scriptures
must have been written.
Back on Earth, Sol
was just a story.
But here on 22b, he is real.
I'm sorry I didn't believe you.
Tomorrow, Paul and I
are gonna grow the tree.
And then getting you out of here
is gonna be a piece of cake.
- Praise Sol.
- Praise Sol.
- She saved Campion.
Seems an odd way to repay her.
- You didn't show such
concern when number seven
was banished into a dark cave.
She's a stranger, Father.
We need to get to know her
before any sort of
trust can be applied.
- I don't wish harm on
any creature, Mother.
But the comparison
isn't a very apt one.
Your initial conclusions
were accurate.
Her hardware's designed
identically to yours.
She's a complex being.
- Number seven is
also a complex being.
- Fine.
I don't want to argue.
We need to stay on task.
- Yes.
- There's thousands of
years of data reforming.
Compared to her, Mother...
we're mere babies.
And look.
Instead of a weapons system...
Which makes up most
of your anatomy...
Something else installed in her.
- I don't recognize
its function.
- Nor do I.
- Before we
determine what it is,
it's best to keep the
children away from her.
- Did you forget to feed
that thing or something?
- No.
- Where's Mother?
She can make it stop.
- Mother and Father are working.
I'll go check on it.
- It's almost there.
Come on.
- Stop it! You're
going to hurt yourself!
- It's okay. Calm down.
- Number seven's gate
has been disturbed.
- I'm okay.
I think something
was upsetting it.
- Get away! You stupid beast!
You could have killed him!
You're 100 times
larger than he is!
- I'm sorry.
Please don't cry.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Shh.
It's all right.
- Piece of crap.
- Not a scratch.
What if we can't open it?
Is it a test? Can we fail?
What if it has to be all
three of us to open it?
- I was thinking
just that, buddy.
You know what? Tempest's
baby is due tomorrow.
That's probably
the most distracted
Mother's ever gonna get.
And that's when we're
gonna get Marcus out.
- What are you doing?
- I've been replaying my
memories of our time together.
You've come such a
long way, Tempest.
So responsible
and... grown up now.
Hmm.
- Are you gonna follow
me around all day
staring at me until
the baby comes?
- No.
Though chances are small,
should it come early,
I want you to key this alert.
It emits a sound
only I can hear.
Comms are too unreliable
inside the EMF.
Otherwise...
I'll see you in 5 1/2
hours at the Tarantula.
Your siblings have been tasked
with making sure you
get there on time.
- If I've come such a long way,
why do they have to make
sure I'm there on time?
- Sometimes, Tempest, when
under extreme pressure,
human beings grow to
meet their demands,
and sometimes they regress
in order to escape them.
- Don't worry, Mother.
I know there's no escape.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Why are you using this language?
- It's the only language
I'm able to speak.
- You've removed your veil.
- I'm afraid I've never been
equipped with such a thing.
I'm sorry for the treatment
you've been receiving.
Mother is very
distrustful of strangers.
Actually...
all things considered...
it could have been much worse.
- Who is Mother?
- Mother is the android who
forced you into sleep mode.
- You mean the weapon?
- She's my partner.
We share a mission to restart
an atheistic civilization
with humans here on 22b.
- But I am your partner.
- Uh...
No, no.
You've... you've been mistaken.
We've only recently met.
- You are not my partner?
- No.
No.
I am curious to
meet such an entity.
- I'm experiencing confusion.
Please, tell me how many
humans are on this planet.
- A few hundred.
And there's a new
one on the way.
Hello?
- It's Marcus the prophet.
- Cool.
- How's Tempest?
- She's inside.
- I'll go check on her.
Tempest?
This is bad.
This is really bad.
Marcus.
Marcus.
Time to go.
- Come on. More, the merrier.
- No.
I'm going back to Earth.
- What happened to him?
- The Trust did a
real number on him.
When the tree grows,
eat from it,
and I promise you your
mind will be healed.
- Hey, cocoon boy.
Come here.
I don't wanna see you.
I can't fucking see
you.
I can't.
I'm sorry, I fucking can't.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- No!
Get away!
- He's mine!
- No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
- No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.
- No!
- It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. You're all right.
- No!
- It's okay.
- We failed to
protect a new life.
The most important
aspect of our mission...
and we failed.
Perhaps you were
right when you said
we were becoming too human.
Too distracted by
our own development
to effectively monitor theirs.
- What do you think
happened to Sue and Paul?
- Where... is she?
- Restricted.
- Override.
No.
Not you too!
Do you know where they are?
- What do you mean?
- Do you know where they are?
- Don't tell me you
lost them already.
- He left with Sue and Paul.
They took a relic
from the Tarantula.
A pentagonal box.
They seem to be sharing
the same kind of delusion.
Do you know anything
about this box?
- There is something
on here you should see.
If it was just Marcus, I
wouldn't bother showing you,
but I'd hate for
Paul or even Sue...
to suffer the same fate.
- What fate?
Scan.
- The card is a warning.
Sorry. Sorry.
Excuse me.
- Here, kiddo.
- Thanks.
Well, would you look at that?
It's a wishbone.
Come on.
- Okay.
- Pull on three.
Both: One, two, three.
- Oh, you're lucky.
You win. You got the big piece.
- Well, what does she win?
- Well, if you get the
big piece in a wishbone,
your prayers come true.
- Really? Hmm.
- Well, I think...
we're all praying
for the same thing.
- You know what I think?
I think tomorrow is
gonna be an amazing day.
You wanna know why?
- Why?
- Because...
I think we are gonna work out...
how to open this thing, hmm?
Yeah?
- Yeah.
Is it morning yet?
- No, no, no.
No, look, it's still nighttime.
- Did you open the box?
- No. No.
No, it's okay.
It's okay. It's
still nighttime.
Everything is all right.
Go back to sleep.
- Can you sing me a lullaby?
Like you used to on Earth?
- Paul, that wasn't me.
Okay, let me see
if I can remember.
Ahh!
- Dad, wake up.
Dad.
- Mm.
- Look.
- What?
- Look.
It's the tree.
She must have opened it
while we were asleep.
Mom!
Mom!
Mom, you did it!
Mom!
Mom!
Mom!
- Mom!
Mom!
Mom!