Dominion

Previously on "Dominion"...

I'm sending soldiers across the trench

as soon as you drive out of here.

Surrender, Zoe, and everything changes.

Sniper!

Claire. Claire.

The added stress of surgery

caused a spontaneous miscarriage.

All you had to do was kill Claire Riesen... you failed.

What if I were to tell you I could make you a dyad like me.

Once possessed, the body stops aging, stops dying.

Your life isn't over, General.

And neither was the angel that you loved.

You've spoiled me into almost believing I'm human.

Clementine?

- I've missed you so much. - I'm not leaving you again.

Then we'll both die and Vega will be lost.

I don't believe in Alex, Michael.

But you do. Protect him.

I can't change what you did for me, Noma.

We need to get to Vega.

Shit.

Weapons?

Slim Jims, AA batteries.

We definitely should have holed up in a gun store.

Please tell me you have a plan.

I got nothing.

Then we fight.

Okay.

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You're late.

Noma. Your wounds... are they...

- Alex sewed me up. I'm okay. - Is Gabriel dead?

Gabriel's captive in New Delphi.

- He's alive? - Gabriel sacrificed himself

so that I could escape and get to you.

Doesn't sound like Gabriel.

- Gabriel's full of surprises. - And Julian?

Soon he'll raise his army and attack Vega... that's clear.

The city doesn't have much time.

We need to get going.

There's no entry.

For me, there is.

I'm William Whele.

Smell that?

Did you sleep here?

Yeah.

Eight-balls, destroyed before they reached the house.

It's like someone was protecting you.

They were burned from the inside out.

I've seen this before.

When?

Recently.

Tell me, David.

How long before I'm the one who's dodging bullets?

Now why would I kill a pretty girl like you?

You know I like our little chats.

I don't want to be sinning more than you do.

But we agreed to let Claire and Zoe's negotiations play out.

Let the war end when it's just heating up? Not a chance.

An opportunity presented itself.

Do you expect to continue receiving my help?

Arika, we're not partners,

and I don't work for you, so let's be clear.

When this war is over, I'm going to control Vega.

Not today.

But soon, with or without your help.

Hello, David.

Hello, Zoe.

David?

David?

Are you still there?

I can't hear you.

David.

- Who's Arika? - Claire's right hand.

She wanted her identity kept secret but, uh,

Arika is a valuable asset.

Pearson was your asset too, but I just watched him die.

Bringing us to the law of unintended consequences.

Meaning?

Come on, boys.

Pearson's men weren't very happy

with the way you terminated his services.

They work for me now. They're not the only ones.

You've been at this for a couple of months.

I ran an underground for 20 years.

I know enough to know that trying to kill Claire Riesen

wasn't just a mistake.

It destroyed any chance we have for peace.

Peace is not the answer.

The V-6s are too entrenched and too powerful,

and they will use that power to stop you by any means necessary.

The only chance for revolution is to burn them down.

Now why don't we set our differences aside

till the war is won?

For now, Whele.

But when it's over, one of us is going to die.

Ladies first.

Make sure to get some rest now.

Claire, I'm so sorry.

Had I known about the meeting with Zoe... if I'd been there...

the cowards responsible for this will pay.

Could you give us the room, please?

Just for a moment.

If you need anything at all...

We need to give Zoe the war that she deserves.

Strike hard, strike fast.

Destroy this rebellion once and for all

before it gets even more out of control.

I want the helicopter ready at a moment's notice.

What's wrong?

Gates isn't as good a liar as he thinks.

He's up to something.

- Then go now. - No.

Claire's loss is unfortunate,

but it's also a stroke of good luck.

She'll fight back harder than ever,

and we'll build a new Helena out of what's left of Vega.

But if Gates suspects us, he'll tell Claire.

You're right. One way or another,

Gates Foley is a problem that needs solving.

You're nothing but another of Julian's sick jokes.

Edward, it really is me. Clementine.

You tell Julian that I will never reveal the location

of the Amphora.

You shouldn't be so eager to die.

Leave me alone.

Alex killed me.

He evicted my soul, ripped it from my body.

And our daughter watched.

Julian brought me back.

Remember, Edward?

I used to dream about a place where we could live in peace.

Tell Julian what he wants and we'll be husband and wife again.

You were never my wife.

She was your wife for nine years.

I loved you for 25.

I remember the day we met.

The world was crumbling, but you weren't afraid of anything.

My brave general.

I'm not the man you think I am.

I never was.

The books are for show, right?

You civilians don't really read that crap.

Those who do not learn from history

are condemned to repeat it.

Those who think that fancy quotes make them smarter

are often due to get punched in the mouth.

Numbers don't lie, and if I can read them, anyone can.

For God's sake, Foster,

if you're going to sell tri-tip out the back door

at least be clever about it.

You're not only a thief, you're a bad one.

I don't like civilians.

One more word about tri-tip will result in me shoving this

inventory file so far up your ass, it'll part you hair.

What is this?

Much as I do enjoy torturing you,

I think it's time that we tried a more targeted approach.

Who are your friends, Gabriel?

I don't think you have a single human or angel as your friend.

Certainly not Michael.

He's your twin.

Any of your angelic underlings? I think not.

Where's your vaunted army and your herald Janeck?

Weren't they supposed to be here by now?

On the flip side, your enemies multiply.

Claire Riesen dropped a bomb on your aerie

using the Queen of Helena's plane.

We know how the Chosen One feels,

and his poor angel sidekick would rather rip off her wings

than spend another minute in your presence.

I believe that was your company

she found most disagreeable.

You're alone, Gabriel.

In all the universe, totally alone.

This is worse than torture.

May we please return to the electroshock therapy?

Oh, we're just getting started.

Sweet dreams.

You should be in bed.

I'm fine.

Arika, thank you for coming.

Mr. Foley, I was surprised to hear you wanted me.

- Hmm. - Claire, shouldn't you be resting?

I am exactly where I should be.

Understood?

We have five Archangel Corps soldiers

on the other side of the trench,

and another strike team's preparing to join them.

Any luck tracking Zoe or David?

No, but from our soldiers' intel we believe that we know

the locations of a number of Zoe's warlords.

And if we take them out,

it will be a major blow to her support base.

What do you think?

If you want to stop a dog from biting, take out its teeth.

The armory.

We go after the weapons, not the people.