01x02 - These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends

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My name is Roman. Ten years ago, our ship crash-landed on Earth... we came here seeking refuge, but the Humans thought that it was an invasion. That night, I met a human girl who tried to protect me, a girl I never thought I'd see again. The surviving members of my race, the Atrians, were rounded up and isolated inside a militarized sector. Now it's . Seven of us have been chosen to attend high school as a part of a government integration program, but the humans and Atrians continue to distrust each other, while I fight to protect my people and the human girl who saved my life at any cost.

Previously on Star-Crossed...

This program is the first step toward unifying our races.

Dad, they're never gonna treat us like equals.

I have faith in them.

Keep these guys back.

Oh, my God, it's your dad.

Emery: You're going home?

The chemo isn't working.

(Slow, steady beeping)

(Grunting)

How could you let my son go out there?

Let me see your hands.

(Officers shouting)

Wait! No!

(g*nsh*t)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Indistinct chatter)

Come on. You know the drill.

(Beeping)

Hey.

You need a license to sell.

(Beeping)

Hey!

It's all clear.

(Alarm blaring) (Shouting, screaming)

(Birds chirping)

Reporter: Police are investigating an att*ck at the sector by a militant group of Atrians.

Officials believe they're seeking retribution for the death of Atrian leader and activist, Nox, who was k*lled two days ago by a guard.

I can't stand this.

My dad isn't a m*rder*r.

He didn't mean to k*ll Roman's dad.

It was an accident.

You have to stop watching that.

I'll just have to tell him, "look, Roman, I know things are complicated right now, but I just want you to know that I'm here for you and if you want to talk or..."

Em, I know you care about Roman and want to find a way to ease his pain, but... I don't think it's gonna be that simple.

(Sighs)

(Chuckles)

I'm sorry. We... haven't even properly celebrated you kicking cancer's ass.

All in due time, my friend.

(Sighs)

Emory: I wish you were coming to school with me.

In a few days. Doc Benson wants to run some more tests. I don't know if you've heard, but... I'm kind of a miracle.

(Chuckles)

(Chuckles)

It's so strange. All I remember from that night is a dream about... a blue angel who came into my hospital room and cured me. Freaky, huh?

Yeah.

Why do we have to crush the cyper?

Dad said it releases the higunu of the plant. Its energy. It's part of the ritual for dad's ceremony.

(Door opens)

There's so much I always wanted to ask him, but I never got the chance. I don't even know how cyper is grown. Or why we have to keep it a secret.

Self-preservation.

If humans ever learned of the curative capabilities of combining an Atrian's blood and cyper, our tribesmen would all become lab rats.

If there's anything you want to know, you could always ask your Uncle Castor.

Have things calmed down outside?

For now.

Luckily, no guards were k*lled.

But I suspect more att*cks by the Trags will follow.

Sophia: Why are they doing this?

Not a single human was punished for your father's death.

The Trags are sending a message to our people that we are not powerless, that by joining them is the only way to achieve freedom.

So they're exploiting my father's death as a recruitment strategy.

Maia: Roman, Castor's taking over preparations for your father's ogmon.

This is my duty.

Castor: There is much to do, and you have school.

I don't have to go.

We should start preparing the soil.

(Door shuts)

The only time Castor used to come by to see us was to pick a fight with dad. Now he's so eager to be involved.

Just give him a chance.

Saul: It has been a trying couple of days for our community.

Our counselors are available to you should you need to speak with someone.

I know you may have concerns, but I assure you your safety and well-being remain our highest priority.

Eric: And how do we know one of them doesn't try to blow up the school next?

The school board is meeting today to discuss heightening security measures, as well as whether or not to move forward with tomorrow night's homecoming carnival.

I am all for equality, but when they start messing with tradition, that's when I go turbo bitch.

I mean, is nothing sacred?

You guys m*rder*d our leader, and you're worried about cancelling some weird ritual where you celebrate, what, going home?

I would celebrate you going home.

(Students chuckle)

Hey, Em.

Your dad doing okay?

It's hard to say.

Any time I ask him about it, he just changes the subject.

Hey, your dad's a hero.

Nox would've k*lled that guard if your dad hadn't sh*t him.

Emery: I don't think that's how it happened.

I think she lost all credibility the second she took off into the woods with a tattie.

Hey.

Just give it a rest.

(School bell rings)

Roman.

You won't even talk to me now?

I can't.

It was an accident.

Roman, it was an accident.

I am so sorry.

Why?

Because my father's dead? Or because your father sh*t him?

Because you're in pain.

Will you at least let me thank you?

For what?

I found this in Julia's hospital room.

You saved her life.

She probably swiped it as a souvenir when you two broke into the sector last week.

No, she would've told me if she had.

It didn't happen.

Just... please, let it go.

We're from two different worlds, Emery.

We can't keep pretending like that doesn't matter.

It only matters if we let it.

Roman.

Let's go. Bus is leaving.

Time to get back to the sector.

(Chuckles)

Yeah.

Thanks, Beaumont.

You all right, Emery?

Yeah.

Your dad's gonna be okay.

We're all supporting him.

Thank you.

Good evening. I'm ray Whitehill.

I will be taking a temporary leave of absence from the force, but my colleague, officer Jack Beaumont, will be speaking on behalf of the SEU about last night's att*ck.

Beaumont: In order to prevent another incident, we will be conducting unscheduled pod searches.

But what about the safety of our kids in school?

Each of the Atrian seven submit to a security scan before entering.

Saul: Though we remind you the seven are not to blame for last night's att*ck.

This has been a difficult few days.

For all of us.

But we must now focus on healing relations between our races.

Now, let's not forget that this program presents a unique opportunity for not only our kids but for society as a whole to interact with and learn from the Atrians.

Man: I know what I want to learn.

How they plan to colonize our planet.

'Cause we all know that's what they're really here for.

(Scattered applause)

Mr.Vartan, you've made your views and those of your fellow Red Hawks very clear at these meetings.

However, the government has no reason to believe...

What about the rumors that some of these tatties have learned how to remove their markings and embed themselves in our society? And our government.

We're here to discuss the integration program, not conspiracy theories.

Who is that guy?

Robert Vartan. Veteran red hawk.

"And God said, let us make man in our image,"

(scattered applause)

"After our likeness:" "And let them have dominion over every creeping thing that creeps upon the Earth."

Mr. Vartan, please take a seat.

What about the homecoming carnival?

Saul: Ms. Garcia and I have discussed it and we believe the community should not be deprived of one of its most valued traditions.

I... I think the board should vote on the issue.

All those in favor of the Atrian seven attending homecoming carnival raise your hand.

So it's settled then.

The Atrian seven will not be permitted to attend the carnival.

So, if there are any other issues...

You don't even know them!

The Atrian seven aren't t*rrorists.

They're teenagers.

Little girl, please. You don't know what you're talking about.

Ray: Hey, watch it. That's my daughter.

Emery: You say you want to learn from them, but you won't even allow them to come to our carnival?

How can they learn to trust us when we don't give them reason to?

Man: Yeah, she's right.

(Loud, overlapping chatter)

Woman: Any comment?

How are you coping with your father's death?

Do you blame the guard?

Do you have any idea who was behind last night's att*ck?

The guards must be bracing for riots.

That's not all they're worried about.

I heard the Trags used the att*ck on the guards' booth as a distraction.

A distraction? For what?

Steal a cache of the guards' weapons.

Roman?

The hwatab... they want to see you.

Come.

Castor: Roman, these are the elders of the four tribes...the Vwasak, the Iwabas,the Swamad, and, our tribe,the Zwahan.

I'm sorry. My sondiv is a little rusty.

My father encouraged us to speak English.

Your father was a very progressive iksen.

He had big plans for you.

Many of our people still believe in Nox's message that justice, peace and equality can be attained using non-violent means.

But we fear the Trags are growing in number.

Wvasak elder: We fear w*r with the humans could be on the horizon.

Zwahan elder: We've called on you because, as Nox's firstborn child and a member of the ruling Zwahan tribe, you, are the next in line to lead.

We know this is a daunting task for someone so young, so we will appoint an interim leader until you feel you are ready.

Who did you have in mind?

Roman...

I have volunteered myself.

You?

Vwasak elder: Opposing the Trags can be risky, but your Uncle is prepared to take them on.

If you're looking for someone to carry on my father's message, that person is not Castor.

Castor: Your father wanted you to lead, but not if it meant your life would be in danger.

Don't pretend that you knew what my father wanted. You were never even...

Your father would want what is best for our people.

Let the boy speak.

If you ever want to stop the Trags, we need a leader who's going to look towards the future.

Castor will only lead our people backward into v*olence.

So we should adapt to be more like the humans?

Even after they m*rder*d your father?

I will not let you tell me how to honor my father.

But the question still remains.

If not Castor, then who will lead our people and stand up to the Trags?

I will.

Em, that was amazing.

Like, you were, like, "what up, Red Hawks?

What up, school board? Do not mind me.

I just came by to just drop some knowledge at your front door."

It was good. I really enjoyed it.

What's going on?

Right. I may have uploaded your speech to my vlog.

Oh.

Just so you know, if those tatties try something at the carnival, blood's on your hands.

Don't listen to Eric.

What you did was seriously bad-ass.

Thanks, Zoe.

Castor: Roman, our people need a strong, decisive leader, who is well-versed in the politics of the sector.

And that's you? A former Trag?

My father caught you trying to build a b*mb out of fertilizer and gasoline.

I'm not the radical I once was.

But my past... it gave me experience.

And I've built relationships.

How long have you been plotting to replace my father?

No one can replace your father, Roman.

But you are too young to rule.

Based on what?

My whole life, my father's been grooming me for this position.

Well, then, as iksen, how are you gonna harness the Trags?

How are you going to prevent them from declaring w*r?

They respected my father.

And they'll respect me.

When an apology comes with fried pickles, I'm told it's your duty to accept.

But, uh, what are you apologizing for?

For leaving you at the party on Friday.

Don't worry about it.

Take a seat.

I'm sorry to hear about what happened to your dad.

It sounds like he, uh, didn't mean to hurt anyone.

I just wish everyone saw it that way.

You mean Roman?

When you lose someone close to you, it can mess with your head for a while. I can relate.

You can?

I lost my brother ten years ago. He was in the national guard, and he was k*lled in action... on arrival day.

I'm so sorry. I had no idea.

I don't tell many people.

Thanks.

For what?

I'm just glad you told me.

Enjoy the pickles.

Emery: Hey.

Julia: Hi.

You are officially my hero.

You saw the video?

Um, everyone saw the video.

Hey, how'd it go with Roman today?

He could barely even look at me.

Julia: It's okay, Em.

He's just hurting right now.

But that was one way to get his attention.

Emery: Yeah, I guess so.

Excuse.

(Trilling)

Hey, can I volunteer?

If the Atrians are coming, I don't want to miss it.

I don't know you, and I know everyone.

Freshman?

Junior.

I am down a few ticket scanners.

Some of my volunteers are boycotting the carnival if the Atrians attend.

Sorry.

It's their loss.

Homecoming is no place for politics.

(Laughs)

How did it go with the hwatab?

I'll tell you later.

I need to know where Hadar and the rest of the Trags are meeting tonight.

Roman, you don't want to get mixed up in all that.

(Laughs) I don't really have a choice.

My mother said there's a lot of heat on them after last night's bombing.

Teri.

(Scoffs)

Please.

It's initiation night for the Trags' new recruits.

Male: They think they can control us, imprison us, m*rder our leader.

But the tide is turning.

We will show them that we are not powerless.

Nox fell so that you all could rise up.

(Chanting in native language)

(g*n chambers clicking)

You'd be wise to announce yourself next time, Roman.

I knew it was only a matter of time before you came to us.

You're using my father's death to build an army?

We must show the world what makes us the superior race.

In case you haven't noticed, we're outnumbered by about seven billion people.

A couple of stolen temblor g*ns are not going to win this w*r.

We've been amassing an arsenal inside the sector.

Where?

Somewhere safe.

As our new iksen, those weapons are as much yours as they are ours.

But only if you stand with us.

Do you?

Yes. I stand with you.

Then tomorrow night, I will take you to our weapons bunker. We will arm our people, and prepare for the uprising.

(Shouting)

(Men chant in native language)

The Atrian seven have done nothing wrong.

Gloria: Local news is all over this.

Shut it off. I'm tired of hearing it.

Because she's right... And you know it.

All I know is I've got a gaggle of angry parents calling for the Atrian seven to be sent back to the sector for good.

Oh, well, that's not an option.

Not as long as my employers in D.C. have a vested interest in seeing this program succeed.

If we invite the Atrians to the carnival, the town might set fire to the school.

Then I'll build you a new one.

I'm overruling the board, Saul.

Make the announcement.

(School bell ringing)

Saul: Attention, students.

After much discussion, the school board has decided to reverse its decision and allow the Atrian seven to attend tonight's homecoming carnival.

Boy: Whoa!

Boy : Oh, settle down, man!

Girl: What's that all about?

What's Eric's problem?

Ugh!

His dad used to own this restaurant.

It was a popular neighborhood joint over in Bunkhead.

Where they put the sector?

Yup.

People stopped coming around, and the place shut down.

Now, Eric's dad does a lot of drinking his breakfast.

Hey, I know you have no reason to listen to me, but I hope you come to the homecoming carnival tonight.

So, you think that if we ride around in circles together on wooden horses at high speeds...

That all of our problems will be solved.

No, I... I just wanted to find a way to bring us together.

All of us.

I heard what you said to the board.

You tried to do a good thing.

This is bigger than the two of us now.

Maybe it's safer if we're apart.

You're sure you won't reconsider coming to the carnival?

I need to meet with Hadar.

Find out where the Trags are hiding their weapons.

I need to stop them from arming every Trag in this sector.

Roman, please be careful.

Don't worry, I'll be fine.

(Indistinct announcement over speakers)

I'm a little surprised you're going to the carnival.

They shut down Weeble's tunnel.

Got to find another way to bust out of this slum.

Even if you could escape, where would you go?

I heard about a place where all the Atrians who escaped on arrival day have set up shop.

Deep in the swamplands of Louisiana.

No searches, no seizures. Just freedom.

(Scoffs) I think you've been smoking too much dovor.

Hey, I'm serious, all right?

These savages want to wipe us all out.

We got to start thinking about how we're going to make things

better for ourselves.

Remember what my dad said: If we ever want to be treated as equals, we need to show the humans there's nothing to fear.

I'll try to remember that while they're deep frying our toes and sprinkling them with powdered sugar.

(Door latches shut)

Hadar: We must send the message that our reach extends beyond the sector by taking action tonight.

Not only against those who have wronged us, but also those they care most about.

Castor.

And we'll talk like this at the meeting. Thank you.

Roman.

The Trags are planning an att*ck tonight at the carnival.

Can you stop it?

I can try.

But Hadar is also planning on arming his soldiers inside the sector.

Where?

(Sighs) I don't know.

I convinced him to take me there later tonight.

But if I leave to stop the att*ck at the carnival, I won't be here to prevent him from mobilizing his army.

Castor, if you want to prove to me that you've changed, you have got to stop Hadar.

Of course I will.

Go.

I got this.

(Laughter)

(Beeps) Hi.

Thank you.

Let me see. (Beeps)

(Beeps) Have fun.

(Beeps) Thank you.

(Beeping) Do you guys realize this is my first job ever?

How exciting is that?

Okay, you know that there's a carnival going on, right?

Like, um, games, rides.

Artery-clogging treats.

Everyone's a little on edge waiting for the Atrians to arrive.

If they even show up.

Do you still think I did the right thing?

Was this about doing the right thing or was this about getting Roman alone so you could, you know, tilt his whirl?

It doesn't matter. He's not coming.

Hey.

Hey.

See you in there?

Yeah. Sure.

Grayson's a friend.

Mm-hmm.

When I come to school, promise I can make friends like that?

Lukas: Hey, guys.

Here they come.

I thought you said he wasn't coming?

I guess he changed his mind.

(Beeping)

You here to campaign for homecoming king?

You show me your school spirit, I'll show you mine.

(Chuckles)

(Elephant trumpets)

("Atomic man" by Portugal. The man playing)

Here, I got this for you.

Thanks, kid.

You're welcome.

(Indistinct conversation)

(Groans)

Is that a fish?

I was going for phi, which is the, um, (chuckles) the Greek symbol for the golden ratio.

A fish will work just as well.

(Laughter)

Here you go.

Have fun, guys. Bye.

I'm sorry about your dad.

I thought he was really inspiring.

Thanks.

And I am keeping your family in my prayers.

Oh, right, you guys do that.

Pray.

Well, yes, it is the south.

Everybody does that prayer thing.

(Laughter)

So, I'm guessing that you don't have bumper cars where you guys are from?

I see you've had a change of heart.

Or should I say hearts?

Emery, you need to leave.

You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet.

I think you could be in danger.

What are you talking about?

There are a group of Atrians who want revenge for my father's death.

They've targeted your family.

But they're in the sector.

Trust me, they're resourceful.

There are guards everywhere.

Don't you think I'm safer in a crowd?

Come on.

Are you still seriously trying to bang that drum?

She likes dark and mysterious.

I can be dark and mysterious.

("Geri" by Superhumanoids playing)

Roman: What is this place?

Emory: It's mammoth rock. It's a tradition for every new student to leave their handprint as a way of forever making their mark. Of course, rocks weather over time, especially in human climates, so it doesn't actually last forever. (Chuckles) Shut up. Give me your hand. We may be from two different worlds, but in some ways we're still the same.

(Chuckles)

Emory: And now you're laughing at me.

Roman: No. I'm not. You have faith. The same kind of faith my dad had. And I can't explain why, but that feels good.

Roman.

Have you seen Drake? I can't find him anywhere, and I'm worried about him.

Emery: Go. I'll be fine.

Roman: Stay by the guards.

(Laughter)

(Indistinct announcements)

Having fun?

(Sighs)

More fun than your friend Eric.

Since when is he on trash duty?

What are you talking about?

(Indistinct announcements continue)

(Crickets chirping)

(Distant laughter, indistinct announcements)

♪

(Grunting)

Beaumont, what are you doing?

(Grunting continues)

(Groans)

You're an Atrian?

What?

(g*n clicks)

(Mutters)

What do you want with Emery?

k*lling the daughter of the man who m*rder*d Nox will send a message that we're serious about getting justice.

She's innocent in all this.

You spend a lot of time with her, don't you?

This will not please the Trags.

We keep with our own kind.

You should know better.

You're gonna lecture me on Atrian purity when you've had your markings removed?

It's a small price to pay to be able to help the Trags build an army outside of the sector.

An army?

How many of you are there?

Enough.

We lie in wait.

For what?

Instruction.

And the Whitehill family is only the beginning.

Eric.

What's going on?

Nothing, man. I w... I was just taking off.

Oh, my God.

Grayson: What the hell are you doing?

Okay, hold on a minute...

This has gone way too far.

We caught him trying to run away.

Vartan: No one touches him.

Old alien Rambo here's got a lot of meat on them bones.

The gators are gonna love him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey. I thought we were just gonna scare him a little bit and then, you know, ditch him somewhere.

Well, you don't make the plans.

I do.

What's wrong with you?

Oh, I know you.

You're that little race traitor bitch, aren't you?

Security guards were right behind us.

I don't think they take too kindly to vigilantes.

Hey... Come on.

Don't look at her.

Look at me.

(Chuckles)

Hey.

Eric.

Boys.

You stay away from Emery.

I should say the same thing to you.

You're not gonna k*ll me.

I am prepared to do whatever is necessary.

If the Trags sent you here to k*ll Emery and I'm the one who ends up dead, who do you think they'll blame?

Just know one of us is always watching.

Get me the hell out of here.

I'm trying. Hold still.

You tell anyone about this and you're dead.

You hear me?

You're welcome.

("Always" by Panama playing)

Belonged to my brother.

Comes in handy sometimes.

(Exhales)

You okay?

Just a little shaken up.

Julia: Oh, hey. Roman. Hi.

I don't know if you remember me from that whole failed cyper expedition, but can I just say how psyched I am that you guys are finally able to hang outside the sector.

I... I'm sorry. Have you seen Drake? Or Teri?

The big guy and the scary girl. Yeah. They're... heading back to the bus.

Hey, what happened to your...

I'm sorry. I have to go.

Arm.

Hey.

Are you all right?

You look like you saw a ghost.

Not a ghost. But... maybe an angel.

("Be The Song" by Foy Vance playing)

(Wind whistling)

I looked everywhere for you last night when I got back.

Did you stop Hadar?

Hadar is gone.

What do you mean "he's gone"?

The SEU guards raided his bunker last night.

They shipped him to the crate.

You ratted him out?

No, Roman.

I played the politics.

I convinced some of his more enterprising underlings that it would be in their best interests to get rid of Hadar, make room for themselves at the top.

And they listened to you?

I told you.

I'm not a Trag anymore, but I have sway over them.

And as the new iksen, you will need to keep a watchful eye over the Trags' activities inside the sector.

I have reason to believe that they're recruiting Atrians living outside the sector, amongst the humans, to join their army. I need to weed them out.

If that's the case, w*r could be coming much sooner than we thought.

(Sighs)

Right now our people need a leader who can fully devote themselves to protecting them.

That's why I'm stepping down.

You will be the new iksen.

I will make you and your father proud.

But know the second that I doubt your loyalty you will be replaced.

As I should be.

But I will not let our people down.

One more thing.

I need you to use your influence over the Trags to get them to stop targeting the Whitehill family.

Can you do that?

You have my word.

I'll do what I can, Roman.

Hey.

I didn't get a chance to say good-bye after the carnival.

Beaumont: We keep with our own kind.

Just know one of us is always watching.

(Low chatter)

Emery: Roman?

Is everything okay?

It will be.

Hey.

Ready?

Yeah.

Roman knows the closer he gets to that human girl, the more vulnerable she becomes to an att*ck by the Trags.

Well, unlike the Trags, I mean no harm to Emery, but I do have my reasons to keep those two apart.

You still have spies in the school?

I do.

Good.

I need you to tell me every move those Trags are making.

I know they think that you're their dog, but you answer to me now.

You understand?

Whatever you say, iksen.

("Dorian" by Agnes Obel playing)

♪

(Engine starts)

(Engine stops, door opens)

Get in.

You gonna tell me what that was all about?

Going after them at a carnival was too risky.

There were guards everywhere, and now he's seen your face.

Relax.

Tattie ain't gonna talk.

He's the one trying to escape.

I'm more concerned about you undermining me in front of my soldiers.

You undermined yourself. It was a reckless move.

Water under the bridge.

(Chuckles)

After all, us Red Hawks, we got to stick together.

Right?