Dominion

Previously on Dominion...

I've been chosen. This are my markings.

- William... - William is dead.

We may have number, but Claire's got a hell of a lot more weapons.

- Looking for somebody? - I'm looking for David Whele.

How's the darkness feel, Gabriel?

Does it tickle?

Clementine was my wife's name.

When the angels fell, she was possessed.

Over time, we became close.

Once evicted from from a human body, a lower angel doesn't cease to exist.

- Edward. - Clamentine.

Vega is falling into civil war.

A dyad can help Claire to save the city.

Oh, Edward.

You could have been killed, Gates,

and if you're that stupid, maybe you should've been.

Wait. That's Michael.

Alex.

- It's the Prophet. - Look, he's back.

- Mallory. - Michael.

Michael!

Welcome back, Michael.

What's happening?

Who are you?

You don't know, archangel?

You're the one who protects this town.

You gave the people the fire that keeps eight-balls at bay.

They call you "the Prophet."

Many rules to solitaire.

Without rules, there is no order.

And I find order rather calming.

But rules aren't just for games, Michael.

How did I get back to Mallory?

I brought you here.

You made a promise in this church

to honor my rules.

Every five years a person would sacrifice themselves

to purge this town of its sins.

It worked beautifully...

until you walked in.

Did you think I wouldn't notice?

That, uh, dagger you killed yourself with

wasn't Empyrean steel, was it?

What do you want?

I want you dead, Michael.

You promised to sacrifice your life for this town,

and I'm here to make sure you keep your word.

How long has he been like this?

Two hours. I can't wake him.

I don't understand.

What could do this to an archangel?

I've never seen Michael sick before.

Core temperature readings are offline.

Our communication links must have been hit.

Let me see that.

Where's Michael?

Out of commission for now.

- How bad is it? - Bad.

Armed rebels took the nuclear reactor and sealed the exits.

That sounds like Whele.

Civil war's almost over. He's getting desperate.

Claire, is he allowed to be in here?

I'm Archangel Corps. Who are you?

This is Gates Foley. He's Vega's lead engineer.

Fill Alex in, maybe he can help.

Sure. It's a fast neutron reactor.

I used lead-bismuth eutectic for the coolant,

and I added weapons-grade uranium

to kick-start the reaction.

Gates.

Basically, they have a bomb,

and they're not taking our calls.

I'll go in.

- And do what, exactly? - Lead a team, take back control.

Now, why didn't I think of that?

Bullets flying in a nuclear facility,

I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

Listen, New Delphi's army is coming.

Add that to the list of our current shitstorm, Alex.

With no control of the reactor,

we have no way to power our defenses.

Okay, why don't you let me

look after the technical stuff, okay, kid?

Claire, I'm telling you,

we need to take back that reactor right now.

No, we need to get the radio up

and talk these anarchists down.

He's right, Alex.

We can't go in, guns blazing. It's too risky.

You have an hour to make contact.

Be ready with a team if he can't.

Don't worry, Claire, I got this.

Edward?

What's the matter?

I feel strange, sort of off balance.

You're adjusting, that's all.

Oh.

Julian said being a dyad

is the perfect harmony between angel and human,

but it doesn't feel that way to me.

It takes time.

I know giving over the Amphora to Julian

wasn't an easy decision.

Becoming a dyad didn't just save yourself.

You saved me.

Well, I couldn't have Julian harm you.

We're safe now.

Your heart?

Ooh, I feel like a 20-year-old...

only better.

Boss wants to see you.

This I had to see for myself.

Gabriel.

Pleasure to finally meet you, General.

What's up?

He says he'll only talk to the lady of the city.

Name's Ramirez, V-2.

Ramirez? He was Archangel Corps.

Guess he had a change of heart.

This is Lady Riesen.

Uh-oh, Mom's home.

Am I in trouble?

Yeah, and whatever David Whele promised you,

Daddy lied.

Put down your arms and come out.

In this kind of situation,

I'm pretty sure the guy with the nuclear reactor

usually calls the shots.

Look, buddy, there's enough uranium 235 in that reactor

to send us all sky high.

If the distributors, coolants, or core

get even a hairline fracture...

Ramirez, it's Sergeant Lannon.

Lannon, I thought you left Vega.

Yeah, I came back just in time

to tell these guys how much of an asshole you are.

What do you say we work this out,

make sure no one goes boom?

What the hell, Lannon?

Your friends messing with us?

That alarm means a temperature spike.

There must be a core leak.

- If hydrogen even starts... - English, Gates.

Boom.

Okay. How long have we got?

Two hours if we're lucky.

Listen, Ramirez, you got to get out now.

This is real, no games here.

The alarm means the core is leaking.

What if the only way to change things around here

is to start over, hmm?

Give Vega a fresh start?

Look, I get it. Vega's a mess.

I want to see it change as much as you do.

Then how come you're not down here with us?

'Cause we have to find another way.

The reactor blows, the angels win.

Look around, Alex.

We already lost.

Oh, can you stop the meltdown?

Not from out here.

I'll take you in.

David's rebels want to blow up the nuclear reactor.

This prison cell is in the blast radius.

Just a heads-up, one woman to another.

You're too good to me, Claire.

When my soldiers arrested you,

I had them search your apartment.

They didn't find anything, so I had them search it again.

I thought, "If I were a sociopathic,

"duplicitous bitch,

where would I hide something?"

Floor lamp, hollow base.

You used this radio to try to get him to defeat me.

If you use it now to put him back in my hands,

you just might live.

So who's it gonna be?

Do you care whether David comes back dead or alive?

No.

Just bring him to me.

Ah, my favorite. Thanks, Al.

Where the hell is O'Connor?

If Ramirez has taken the nuclear reactor,

we haven't lost this war yet.

David, relax.

Eat something.

I'm not hungry. We need to leave.

These people find comfort in my presence.

I'm right where God wants me to be.

They all believe...

I'm their Chosen One? Yeah.

They believe because I am.

Stop this. You're my son.

Was I your son the day you left me in the desert to die?

Okay.

Okay, say anything you want to say to me,

but talk fast.

I'm not walking out that door without you.

You have somewhere better you want to be?