03x03 - Broken Bough

[bunniefuu]

man: Previously on Defiance...

Congratulations.

You found yourselves an honest-to-goodness Omec.

Amanda: When the Votan see you, all they see is a predator, because that's all they know of you.

T'evgin: The Omecs no longer consume the lesser races, but that is no concern of yours.

I'm here for my daughter.

All right, here's the deal.

Our town needs gulanite badly.

I suggest a sharing agreement, 50/50.

Our minds, your equipment.

Everybody wins.

You're not a k*ller.

You don't know what it's like, what k*lling does to you.

[grunts]

I don't want you to know.

What happened?

My w*apon jammed.

Who is it?

It's V.C. Patrol.

[g*nsh*t]

Would you k*ll this human in exchange for your husband's life?

[screams]

No!

Pilar: Family's more important than anything else in this world, Alak.

I am Christie's mother.

You can depend on me.

I wish I could believe that.

Pilar?

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Pilar!

Hey! Hey, please!

She... she took my son.

You will spy for me as a team, both you and Stahma.

I bet you're thinking there must be a catch.

Well... Bebe?

[grunts]

Ah!

[groans and screams]

Nolan: "The ship began crumbling around them in a violent monsoon of terra-rock. The Kaziri was in self-destruct mode. Wounded, bleeding, there was no way Nolan could make it out on his own. So Irisa hoisted him over her shoulders. As his hot, human blood mingled with hers, she pulled the man she called Father to safety. To freedom. To Defiance."

Oh, do you want that? Here. No!

You know, my favorite part is the part where you carve up the E-Rep battalion and use them as a stepladder.

I don't care. It's garbage.

[both grunt]

[laughs]

Nope.

Uh-uh. Daddy's reading.

Hey, listen up, the stasis nets were down to let in a supply convoy, and a roller came in out of nowhere.

They blew through the gates.

V.C. markings.

They're headed straight for town.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[tires screech]

♪ ♪

Vehicle approaching!

Fire on my command.

[tires screech]

Wait.

Hold your fire!

What are you doing barreling in like that?

My husband's in urgent need of medical attention.

Please.

I could have sh*t you.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

I stabbed the Liberata in the throat with my shiv, but he made enough noise to attract the guards.

We had to run for it across open territory towards the vehicles.

b*ll*ts were tearing over our heads.

It was a miracle that we made it to the roller.

I pulled Stahma behind me, but Alak...

Alak was gone.

We searched through the night, but when day came, we...

We had no choice but to leave.

We can only pray to Rayetso that Alak and the baby can find their way home.

[cries]

Whoa there, Trigger.

You're going to open it back up.

He'll be fine.

Thanks, Doc.

I didn't do it for you.

Do you know where the camp is?

Somewhere in the Bordeen Valley.

That's half a day's drive from Defiance.

How many troops they got?

It was at least a hundred.

They kept us both blindfolded.

You were seen leaving town with Rafe McCawley.

What are his whereabouts?

[sniffles]

Rafe, Christie, and Quentin are dead.

Those V.C. gwoninjos massacred an entire family.

All of them.

No.

No, no.

No!

[gasps]

[sobbing]

Amanda: Quite an arsenal.

I'm a big guy. I can carry a lot.

Look, I know you're hurting.

Yeah?

Yeah. I've known the McCawleys a long time.

Rafe, he was my first friend here in Defiance, and I used to babysit Christie.

But we can't make this about them.

Appreciate the advice.

I need you to get intel.

All right?

Troop movements, personnel counts, armament details, and then I need you to get your ass back here in one piece.

Don't worry about it.

I don't have to tell you we're walking into a nest of stone-cold K*llers.

So don't.

I need to know I can count on you.

Don't be stupid.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[engine starts]

♪ ♪

Home at last.

It doesn't feel the same.

[tranquil music]

♪ ♪

[gasping softly]

[Datak clears throat]

[gasps]

Testing the tub for leaks?

[chuckles]

Favis...

Stahma: It's all right, darling.

Best to keep the plumbing active.

If I may, did you find Alak?

We have.

Is he all right?

For now.

Andina, go prepare dinner.

Why did you tell her Alak is alive?

She's sworn to us. She can be trusted.

We can't trust anyone.

If we're caught, we will be ex*cuted for treason.

Rahm Tak will k*ll Alak.

Our grandchild will grow up an orphan.

Shall I slit Andina's throat?

Would that make you happy?

Andina!

You're a child.

Come in here, please.

I'm a professional criminal.

I know who I can and cannot trust.

Yes, Favi?

both: Get out!

We came to this town with nothing but the clothes on our backs.

And I did whatever was necessary to provide for and to protect this family.

And I will continue to do so, and I will do it without your input.

[water sloshes]

[grunts]

[groans softly]

Are you going to bathe on your own again, my dear, or are you gonna help me get into the gwoking tub?

[howling]

[turns engine off]

Must be close.

Rahm Tak's calling card.

Well, we better bury them.

I'll get a shovel.

[chatter in native language]

Nolan, watch out!

[shouting in native language]

[groaning]

[w*apon whirs]

[speaking native language]

Hey, pal.

[speaking native language]

Thirsty? I got a flask of slam in the back of the truck.

You guys okay?

For now.

These woods are dangerous.

Come on, we'll take your roller to my cabin.

Come with me if you want to live.

[device beeps]

Just making sure you made it up there okay.

Of course.

Did you make sure the transmitter is well hidden?

Naturally.

[computerized beeping]

Remember, it needs to be unimpeded from the north.

And don't forget to tell them that Nolan is heading in their direction.

You take care of your end, I'll take care of mine.

[grumbling] Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

[device powering on and off]

Is that my dad's?

Used to be.

This just came in.

Guess what, Alak.

Defying my very low expectations, your parents have successfully established a communication link.

They've also warned me that the Defiance town lawkeeper is headed this way.

Tell me about him.

You know, I never actually met him.

I've... I've always just tried to stay out of trouble.

You're an odd mutt.

I mean, I see some of the noble refinement of Shanje Liro in the strong jawline, the bridge of the nose.

But I also see the blunt arrogance of your father's Yuke Liro.

[grunts]

You are a sorry combination of qualities.

Now, I'll afford you that one mistake.

Let's start again. Tell me about the lawkeeper.

His name's Joshua Nolan.

[spits]

Joshua Nolan?

The Butcher of Yosemite?

Yeah.

Yeah.

[laughs]

He's the scariest k*ller on the face of this earth, and he's going to rip your jekking throat out when he gets here!

I was in Yosemite.

There was a lovely waterfall.

It ran red with Votan blood for days after Joshua Nolan massacred my comrades.

It'll be good to see him again.

[zipper zips]

Pilar: So what are a couple of arkhunters doing at the ass end of Oklahoma?

Looking for the camp those soldiers came from.

You're looking for the V.C.?

Mm-hmm.

You got a death wish?

I'm a thrill-seeker from way back.

What do you know?

The Collective is bivouacked near Pallahas Ridge.

There are blackberry bushes there, so I take my chances.

Funny what you'll risk your life for.

I could show you the way.

Appreciate that.

Your baby's awake.

Hi.

[cries]

[Pilar sighs]

I found him in Freeman, Kansas, a couple of months ago.

The V.C. had swept through.

k*lled every man, woman, and child.

But they missed this little sucker.

He's a survivor.

[baby coos]

Cold, hungry, never makes a fuss.

What's his name?

I call him Bear, because he hibernates just like one.

Well, this is no place for an infant.

We'll drop you two back in civilization on our way through.

Where are you headed?

East. Defiance.

Defiance?

I always wanted to visit, see that big arch.

[chuckles] Count me in.

Someplace warm, enough pow milk for my little Bear, I'd ride strapped to the hood if I had to.

No need for that.

We'll leave at first light. Here, just in case.

I won't let you down.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[glass shatters]

[grunts]

Oh, the badge suits you well.

What are you doing?

I'm here to retrieve some personal effects from my roller.

Berlin: You stole that roller from the V.C., who stole it from the E-Rep.

So it's spoils of w*r, and it belongs to this town, just like these weapons.

That's why I chose this particular vehicle.

Prior to our escape, I saw soldiers loading the secret compartment.

Let me be frank with you.

My criminal interests have fallen to shtak in my long absence.

Now, these weapons will help me reestablish supremacy.

Look, I'm sorry for everything that you've been through, but if we are att*cked by the V.C., we need every g*n, r*fle, and slingshot we have at our disposal.

Do you know what that means?

Your accent is a little thick for these human ears.

The night of the mass killings at Camp Reverie, you were about to be ex*cuted.

I saved your life.

You can repay me now.

All I'm asking from you is to look the other way.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry, but I can't do that.

Good day, Deputy.

Datak.

[g*n cocks]

Stop.

You wouldn't sh**t a cr*pple in the back, would you?

Yes, I would.

[laughs] You're too honorable for that, sweetie.

Final warning.

[wheels squeak]

It rarely ends well for people who order me around.

Oh, I'm devastated.

[handcuffs click]

I always felt a certain internal chemistry with you.

Shut up.

[door closes]

The ridge is a couple of klicks north.

There's a back road, but it's kind of overgrown.

Hard to navigate unless you know it.

Might be better if I drive.

Hand me the tags.

Transmission's all but sh*t.

Hard to get it out of second gear.

I'm actually a very good driver.

[baby coos]

It's okay. I got it.

I'll ask one more time.

You want my roller tags?

You're going to have to k*ll me.

[w*apon whirs]

That thing needs an actuator to fire.

Give it to me.

Rafe McCawley's boots. Half-Casti baby.

Doesn't take an Indogene to figure out who you are.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Pilar.

That baby is the only thing I have left in my family.

Please let me hold the child.

What, the child you kidnapped? That child?

The child I saved.

I'm not a criminal.

You just tried to k*ll me and steal my roller.

Only because I didn't trust you.

And you didn't trust me either, or you wouldn't have given me a disabled w*apon.

Let's call it even!

Hey, it's okay.

Oh, please don't cuff me.

The Votan priests cuffed me, and they did terrible things.

I just... the baby needs...

Come here!

One more word, one more, I'm going to stuff a sock in your mouth.

We're going to take you both back to Defiance.

We'll sort it out there.

Until then, settle down and relax.

Oh!

No! No!

Let me have him.

Let me hold him!

Hey!

Don't k*ll her.

Don't k*ll her.

I wasn't planning to.

[grunting]

All right, we'll be back for you.

[baby squeals]

Come on, let's go.

Whoa.

What are you doing?

We can't leave a baby.

Why not?

He's happy.

He's a baby.

So? Where's he gonna go?

He's a baby.

You are very demanding.

[groans]

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Hello, Datak.

Datak: Amanda.

When I was driving towards Defiance and I saw the glorious arch on the horizon, I thought it meant sanctuary.

I was finally home.

None of the many injuries you see on my body hurt more than the shabby treatment I received at the hands of your pretty little lawkeeper.

[claps]

Sarcasm.

You're such a pro, Amanda.

You have anything else you want to get off your chest?

I paid dearly for those g*ns.

I've been tortured, humiliated.

My son is likely dead.

I have earned those weapons.

We have an armory full of weapons.

You really think those g*ns are why I kept you locked up all night?

Then why?

Oh.

You're still angry about your sister.

Every day you've been away, I've been waiting to hear news that either you or Stahma, preferably both, had been k*lled in the Badlands.

In my best daydreams, your deaths were very slow and very painful.

But now you're back.

And I have a choice.

I can either focus on making you pay for Kenya, or we can move forward.

If you assure me that you will put Defiance first, if you swear to get the criminal element organized and fighting for the common good, if you promise to never cross me or make me regret this decision...

Say it in English.

I promise.

You good?

Let him out.

Given our new understanding, those weapons would be very helpful.

Not going to happen.

Those weapons are going to stay locked up safe in the town armory to help us win the w*r.

♪ ♪

[music plays on stereo]

♪ ♪

You are young to speak Omec.

I'm hardly fluent.

In school, we studied your classics.

The poems of Lutenn were my favorite.

[laughs]

A recitation worthy of high marks.

As your sl*ve courtesans before fenuvano, was it not expected of Castithan women to recite your poetry?

Yes. That was a dark chapter in our history.

Thankfully, we have matured.

Evolved.

Others have refused to move on.

They are wary of us.

But you, you are not.

Perhaps I should be wary.

In the bedtime stories of my childhood, the Omec were known as furije nefkitso.

As legend has it, if a girl was ever to cross paths with an Omec, she would fall madly in love and be swept away in the Dread Harvest, never to be seen again.

[laughs]

But that's just the stuff of fairy tales, is it not?

One can never be sure.

I am Eksu Tsuroz T'evgin.

What may I call you?

Stahma.

What have you purchased there, Stahma?

Pain-relieving herbs.

For my husband.

Perhaps you can help me with a purchase of my own.

I'm looking for this thing they call sugar bread.

The humans enjoy it.

But...

But what?

As a connoisseur of the flesh, I would think an Omec would prefer something a little more savory.

[chuckles]

I remember that feeling, when the arks finally left Casti orbit.

Relief.

Reassurance that we would not perish by the heat of our own sun.

And hope for a new beginning.

My people shared that same hope.

It did not last long.

What happened to the Omec ships?

They were sabotaged.

Our leadership told us that your vessels had a design flaw.

Your leadership lied.

The Votanis Collective sent saboteurs, Indogene shape-takers, on a su1c1de mission.

The Votans feared that the Omecs would steal this paradise, this earth, out from under them.

They set bombs, destroying our ships from within.

But you survived.

My ship, the Tsuroz, was lucky.

When the expl*si*n happened, my daughter and I were on a space walk.

Our vacuum suits protected us.

We were able to repair the hull.

The others on the ship, however, d*ed from exposure.

Oh, Rayetso.

I am sorry.

So you and your daughter, you're the only survivors of your entire race?

I don't know.

Once my ship is fueled and repaired, I will return to space.

If there are any survivors, I will find them, whatever it takes.

And you do not seek vengeance against the Votan people?

Vengeance is a luxury I can ill afford.

My primary concern is to obtain gulanite, fuel my ship, repair it, and rebuild my race.

I once despised the humans.

Pink-faced aliens who treated us like animals.

Put us in camps, where we went hungry, fell ill.

[laughs]

But now you eat and drink beside them like nothing has happened.

Why?

I fell in love with one.

♪ Must be heaven ♪

Perhaps there is much to learn about these humans.

I could offer you guidance.

Lessons in their culture.

♪ I saw the evil ♪

[suspenseful music]

[indistinct chatter]

[baby coos]

They got over a hundred men.

16 vehicles.

[sighs]

Even got themselves some Volge.

Oh, no.

What is it?

Nolan: They got a net-cutter.

Long-range Vo-Tech a*tillery.

Built to blast through stasis nets.

[sighs]

All right.

Let's go.

[grunting]

We need to warn Amanda.

We need to blow it up.

This is a recon mission.

Used to be.

There's six grenades in there.

I'll get down to the camp, plant them on the t*nk.

You cover me with this.

I should go.

Why?

Because if anyone sees a human, they'll instantly sound the alarm.

I'll blend in better.

It's got nothing to do with this?

f*ring a w*apon?

You're a better sh*t.

I'm a faster runner.

♪ ♪

Nice and easy, kiddo.

[indistinct chatter]

[baby coos]

Shh.

Can I help you?

[baby cooing]

Zip it, munchkin.

Back to sleep, okay? Nighty night.

All right.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

That's it, kiddo.

Let's get it done.

[indistinct chatter]

[yells]

[g*nsh*t]

[man shouts in native language]

Hargyi! Intruder! Hargyi, hargyi!

Hey, hey, hey. What's happening?

Hey, what's happening?

[crying]

[grunting]

[yelling]

Stay where you are.

You think I'm afraid of you?

Back off.

You're not gonna sh**t that poor child's grandmother.

Not right in front of him.

Kids are surprisingly resilient.

[g*nsh*t]

[grunts]

Joshua Nolan!

Irisa.

Where are you?

Sending a child to do the dangerous work?

Not much of a butcher, are you?

You're a pork chop!

Come out of hiding, or I will show you who the real butcher is.

I am the Butcher of... where are we?

Tulsa, sir.

I am the Butcher of Tulsa!

[g*nshots]

[grunting]

[gasps]

Go on, do it. I have no regrets.

Come on, kiddo. What are you waiting for?

k*ll him.

Second thoughts?

I have to admit, I'm surprised.

Come on.

[breathing heavily]

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

[g*nshots]

[men speaking native language]

Mississippi two-step. Okay.

[gasps]

[men speaking native language]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

How did you miss the car?

[baby crying]

[shushing]

♪ ♪
♪ Hey, Joe ♪
♪ Where you going ♪
♪ With that g*n in your hand? ♪
♪ Hey, Joe ♪
♪ I said, where you going ♪
♪ With that g*n in your hand? ♪
♪ I'm going down to sh**t my old lady ♪
♪ You know I caught her messing round ♪
♪ With another man ♪
♪ I'm going down to sh**t my old lady ♪
♪ You know I caught her messing round ♪
♪ With another man ♪
♪ And that ain't too cool ♪

You shouldn't have given them Bear.

They're his grandparents.

So is Pilar.

You think she's dead?

Can't be 100% sure.

But even if she is still roaming around out there, the baby's safe.

That is, until Rahm Tak gets here.

No, no. Don't.

You had him.

The leader of the as*ault.

And if you hadn't have choked, Rahm Tak would be a cooling corpse right now, and Defiance would be a whole lot safer.

We're at w*r, kiddo, and you've become an unreliable partner.

♪ ♪

[speaking native language]

Joshua Nolan...

[speaking native language]

What?

Favi, we received a message from Datak and Stahma.

Good news, I hope.

They were successful in planting the shrill-infested weapons in the local armory.

The town's entire g*n supply was destroyed.

Rahm: Not good enough.

I want Joshua Nolan to know he can't get away so easily.

I want to make sure that Butcher and his shtake little town never forget who I am.

Let's shake them up a little bit.

[beeping]

What does it say?

What?

What is it?

What does that mad man want?

He wants us to blow up the St. Louis arch.