Defiance

Previously, on Defiance...

These visions of yours, if they are somehow connected...

"If"? They are real.

I'm not like you. I'm an alien.

You are the chosen one.

Chosen for what?

Can you accept that our mission is a holy one?

Where have I ever belonged?

I am throwing my hat into the ring

as candidate for mayor of Defiance.

- It's over. - Yes, I suppose it is.

There would be no Defiance without Mayor Nicolette Riordan.

She believed a mining camp could become a real town,

a real community.

We all have our stories.

I was working as a janitor,

scrubbing floors at the Darby building.

Nicky saw me one night, and she said,

"honey, you're scrubbing that floor

like it's the most important job of your life."

Then she made me her new assistant.

I was a nobody.

Nicky treated me like an equal.

She had a way of making you feel

like you were the most important person in the room.

I'll miss her.

- Amen to that. - Hear, hear.

Hear, hear, indeed.

Nicolette was, as you humans say,

a tough act to follow.

Yet follow it we must.

Which is why I hope to restore

the tradition of wise leadership,

accept the help of our friends at the Earth Republic,

and avoid the tragic missteps

of these past few months.

To Mayor Nicky.

All: To Mayor Nicky.

I just want to kick him in the tungaz.

Assuming you could find them.

I mean, this is a wake.

There's no place for politics.

Kick his ass in the debate tomorrow.

Couple of shots to the gut,

and they'll hear the hot air rushing out all over town.

Politics is war by other means.

Or so they say.

Colonel Marsh.

Talk to me. What's up?

I gotta go take care of something.

Okay.

So what are you doing here?

I came to pay my respects to another old soldier.

So this election of yours is going to be a close one.

I like my chances.

You know, if you accepted our endorsement,

it would cut Datak Tarr off at the knees.

There's always a price with you people.

I prefer to think of it as a quid pro quo.

We would protect you from any any all enemies.

Gin?

What enemies?

I would hate to see this town

torn apart by alien barbarians.

We're pretty good with alien barbarians.

It's kind of our thing.

Ms. Rosewater,

Defiance could use a friend like the Earth Republic.

Good luck with that.

"I took her hand in mine,

and we went out of the ruined place,

and as the morning mists had risen long ago

when I first left the forge,

so the evening mists were rising now.

And in all the broad expanse of tranquil light

they showed to me,

I saw no shadow of another parting from her."

Hey.

You don't want to hear the rest of this?

Come on.

Irisa?

- What's wrong? - I can't feel my legs.

1x11 Past Is Prologue

I'm glad to see you're up and walking around.

I don't need to be here.

I already told you, I'm fine.

You told Tommy you couldn't feel your legs.

I said not to call him.

Yeah, and if I hadn't, he would have blown my head off.

Got that right.

So what do you think's going on with her?

If I had to guess, I'd say

it was a psychosomatic reaction.

But she seems fine now.

Right, so you're going to run some more.

If she lets me.

She's not exactly the easiest patient.

I'll talk to her.

Can I help you?

- That tickles. - I thought that you liked that.

I do, normally, it's just...

maybe this isn't such a good idea today.

- What's wrong? - I, uh... I'm sorry.

I have to go.

Stahma.

I'm supposed to be helping out at the campaign tent.

I need to get back before I'm missed.

You just got here.

What's happened?

If this is about this...

Everything is not about this or us or you.

And there is a limit to what I can share

with a prostitute.

I'm sorry.

Oh, do you think it bothers me

that you look down on me?

It doesn't.

I should not have said that.

I... I'm upset.

My mind was elsewhere.

So why don't you get your body to go join it?

Get out.

And I'm going to be a very generous prostitute,

and I'm only going to charge you for half the hour.

What is it, Stahma?

I... I can't tell you.

Yes, you can.

If I tell you,

I'll only put your life in danger, too.

Well, now, you're going to have to tell me.

It's his damn pride.

To lose the election would be a veonuvanawo,

a great shaming.

Promise me no one will know that this came from me.

Promise.

He's planning on having her killed.

Having who killed?

Your sister.

He wouldn't dare.

Datak has too much invested in this town

to risk getting caught.

Castithans aren't like us.

They'll kill in order to avoid humiliation.

Who gave you this information?

A client.

I can't say who.

Don't be ridiculous. Come on.

I'm going to need to talk to your source.

I'm sorry.

This person risked a lot to tell me this,

so please respect that.

Okay. Is your source credible?

Yes.

All right, then we have to take it seriously.

We move the debate. You can broadcast from the arch.

- I can't hide. - Market Square is too exposed.

And what am I supposed to do?

Have Datak tell everyone I'm too afraid

to face my own people?

No, what you're not supposed to do

is stake yourself out like a goat

where he can get you.

I trust you with my life.

You will keep me safe,

and we will beat Datak Tarr.

Murder my opponent?

A novel approach to victory, to be sure.

Just so we're clear,

anything happens to Amanda between now and the election,

anything at all...

she slips in the shower,

chokes on a chicken bone,

doesn't matter...

I will come to your house in the dead of night,

press a pillow over your face,

and then I'll empty my gun in it.

And they say humans lack a sense of poetry.

Raiga.

Hey, little man.

You sent for me?

You disappointed me at your wedding.

I was wondering what you intended to do about this.

Look, dad, I'm really sorry.

It meant a lot to Christie,

and I was just trying to act like a good husband.

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