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- Knock, knock.
- No way.
- I finally learned how to knock.
- You know everyone in the Polity is looking
for your team, including me.
Is it just you here?
- Going crazy.
Is that how you want her to remember you?
- It felt wrong not to say goodbye.
- Chase, just come back.
Please don't make us hunt you down.
- Last year, when I was finally able to tell you I was alive,
I hoped you'd be back in my life
or what was left of it.
- I am in your life.
Even though you piss me off 30% of the time,
we're always going to be friends.
- You're wasting our time.
- I know you're trying to break me.
- Who are you talking to?
Chase, come home I can speak to Marin.
- No! You can't trust Marin.
You need to be careful when I'm gone.
- Why do you keep saying "gone"?
- Look what she - LOCK team--
stole copies of our souls,
melted them together like screaming candles,
hot-wired 'em into a slave army.
It's got to be undone.
- Let me in, let me in, let me in.
- Whatever's happening to you, I can get you help.
- You got to free 'em, Miranda.
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- Always good to see your ever-smiling face, General.
- Mars is a lie, and I have proof.
- "Lie" is such a harsh term.
- Selling a fictional city on Mars
to half the human population?
- It's manufacturing hope.
We're buying time
until RTASA - LOCK.
- The things I've done. And for what?
In the service of--of a fiction?
- It was a necessary fiction, General.
Your Spot a Hero challenge is the exact same thing,
an alternate version of the truth
to keep the entire Polity
from tearing themselves apart in panic.
- Or going over to the Union.
- General, you should be proud. We both should be.
We've done what we've needed to do.
We're the same.
- If there's truly no hope,
then what the hell are we fighting for?
- There is hope.
We're keeping the Polity from crumbling
while we try to open up - Lock for everyone.
- You don't know if UnLock will work.
- I don't, but I think we both prefer that
to the Union's solution.
- Committing mass suicide?
No, that is not preferable.
- You keep doing your job-- stopping the Union.
I'll keep doing my job-- saving the Polity,
while Henry does his-- cracking UnLock.
Good luck.
- What?
- General. -
What can I do for you, Major? - Chase contacted me.
- Did you trace the signal?
- It was indeterminate.
- Then what are you reporting?
- I believe he's going to attack RTASA
to destroy our Holon frame production facility.
- Let them try.
- Ma'am, he's unstable.
But no one knows more about - LOCK team.
- The Holon frames are all that stand
between us and the brink.
If Chase is going to attack,
we take him down like the rabid dog he's become.
- General.
- Do not let your feelings get in the way, Miranda.
Our job is to win wars.
We will dedicate a platoon of Holon frames
to eliminating - LOCK threat.
- They're not the enemy-- not yet.
We have a way to reach Chase before he's too far gone--
Driana.
Chase doesn't know she's here.
He doesn't even know she's alive.
I'm certain Driana can reach him, get him to stand down.
We can protect our Holon frame production
without killing - LOCK team.
Chase is a person, not a weapon.
- The Polity needed him to be both.
- It needs us to be both, too.
I want to save the Polity as badly as you do.
But if we've thrown out every ideal we thought it stood for
in order to save it,
then what do we have left that's worth saving?
Right now I can still look myself in the mirror.
If we kill Chase without giving him a chance...
Please.
- Okay. But if she can't reach him...
- She will, General.
- We will show him what we're capable of.
- I believe I can position here.
- Good. That gives us extra eyes
if our entry point is here.
- Sorry, had some business.
Where we at?
- We're going over the plan one more time.
Migas, how are you coming along?
- Hacking the ID now.
Soon I'll have all RTASA access.
Hey, Val, how exactly did you get your hands on this?
- Don't ask questions you don't want answers to, dear.
- Okay, got it.
Hey, check it out.
So no one recognizes me.
- At least it covers up that mug of his.
- Aw, you know I did miss the old shit-talking Chase.
Glad he's back.
- He's broken, but I can fix him.
- Are you in shape for the mission?
- Perhaps Chase should sit this one out.
- It's gonna take all of us.
Migas, you finish work on the two frames we scavenged
and sort out the party favor?
- Yeah, but are you sure?
- Party favor?
- A, uh, Holon frame self-destruct charge.
- Yeah, a little extra bonus we found on the battlefield.
We just fixed it up. You what?
- You're planning to just go in there and blow yourself up?
- Of course not.
You got a better way to smuggle in a bomb?
Just get me in there.
- Fine. Great. You got this.
We get you in, you blow those Holon frames,
but you better not fuck this up
because this we put Kazu to rest.
- Come in.
- Miranda!
I can't believe I'm seeing you for real,
like--like in the real world.
- It's good to see you.
- Why am I stuck in here?
No one will tell me what's going on with Julian.
- I'm sorry, Driana. There's so much to explain.
- Well, stop with the being sorry
and start with the explaining.
- You're definitely Julian's sister, aren't you?
Listen, I'm hoping you can help him.
- What's happened?
- The war has taken a serious toll on him.
I'm afraid he's going to hurt himself, maybe others.
- What? No, he'd never.
- He's been through so much.
He won't listen to me but seeing you,
knowing you're okay, maybe.
- Take me to him.
- When we can.
But you should know it might not be safe.
- I broke my mother's heart, Miranda.
I left my fucking soul in the desert,
spilled blood to get to my brother.
He's all I have left.
I will do what needs doing, you hear me?
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- Well, welcome home, Robert.
- Yes, sir, we're lucky you fell
into our lap, Mr. Sinclair.
You're one in a million.
- I didn't exactly fall into your lap, asshole.
I was out there making a difference
when his shit-stain goons grabbed me.
- A difference?
Running broken people from one broken place to another.
What an insignificant brat.
Time's running out, and I'm doing what I have to
to save humanity while you play action hero
with a brain that could be the key to UnLock.
So you left me with no choice,
because when a brat won't share with the class,
a responsible adult does what's necessary
to make sure everyone gets what they need.
Scan his brain and hand him over to Marin.
She has big plans for him.
- Today's the day!
Our friends are on a very important mission.
- Indeed they are, Caliban.
- I was-- well, I was wondering...
- Ah, wondering...
ah, a skill reserved for the sentient.
If I was programmed for jealousy,
I promise you right now I would be green with envy.
- I want to help. I want to be part of the action.
Can I control my body for today, go with them?
I could be a spy, or--or I could punch stuff.
- Apologies, but permission denied.
- But why? How come? I'll be so safe.
- Dr. Weller didn't deny you your freedom lightly, Caliban.
But you are the last repository
of Dr. Weller's - LOCK knowledge.
We can't risk you entering unnecessary danger, hmm?
For the sake of humanity, your body cannot be your own.
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- He'll be taller than a behemoth.
Once the masses get a load of him,
everyone will want to volunteer
for the One in a Million Program.
- Ha! I can't wait to get a shot of you
smashing a bottle of champagne over this beast, General.
- We have to build it first.
- What a symbol to rally behind.
- It needs a name--
something grand, something commanding.
- Odin.
- Yes! A god king!
I love it. People will adore him.
Oh, I can't wait for-- - We are at war.
Its primary function is battle, not marketing.
- Oh, recruitment is every bit as important to the Polity.
- We can't just crush skulls, Marin.
We also need to win hearts.
And we give them Odin.
I trust you can adjust Sinclair's willingness
to cooperate.
Specialist Sinclair will, without question,
help us win this war.
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Fine.
Why not?
I will be honest, Mr. Cook...
While I appreciate the sentiment,
I can quite confirm we have very different palates.
Yes.
- Am I interrupting?
- We lost Staten Island to the sea.
Three cities fell to Marin.
We're losing North America to the Polity.
Around the world, we're losing people to fire,
flood, and drought before we can save them.
People are dying without access to salvation.
- I've completed the twilight patch.
Let us hope the day never comes when we need it.
Once uploaded, The Flow will become truly indiscriminate,
consuming and expanding exponentially.
It will heed no one.
It will obey only its own singular directive to feed.
- You're absolutely sure it works?
- Yes.
If your memories of the HereAfter are real,
then salvation may be ahead of us still.
- My Sister, have I convinced you
of the river of immortality within The Flow?
- How shall I put it?
Because of your faith,
I think I can officially classify myself
as downgraded from atheist to HereAfter curious.
Regardless, I like you having a weapon
that gives you leverage over Holcroft.
It wasn't even the profiteering of his Martian fib
that finally broke my faith in his Polity.
It was thinking about those who cannot afford
his tickets to nowhere.
Before Mars,
the poor had to make peace with climate death.
That was hard enough.
But to dangle false hope over them,
then cash in on keeping it just out of reach...
- I cannot express the joy this brings me.
To know if it comes to it,
we can bring salvation before the final storm...
- I dearly hope it does not,
but if the environment collapses
before we've found another way to keep us all alive,
well, death with the possibility of eternal life
beats death without it, I suppose.
- In the darkest hour, you brought us hope.
I am meeting some others for a lunch.
Will you join us? - Yes.
I'll go freshen up.
- Satellite team, will you please locate
a high-population encampment in No Man's Land?
I need to perform a field test.
Forgive me, ancestors who have gone before us,
for what I must now do.
- I never thought I'd be glad for Fire Devils.
- Ma'am?
- The Anvil and RTASA are built to withstand them.
And anything that gets in the way of Chase
and our traitorous friends is okay with me.
I'm assigning you an entire platoon of frames.
Should you fail, we're hurrying to activate Odin.
- Aah!
- I don't like that we're preparing for a fight
- LOCK team either,
but we didn't choose this-- Chase did.
And if we can get Driana to Chase,
get him and the team to see reason,
we won't have to engage.
Go prep your Strider.
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- Oh, I'm in.
And they didn't think the disguise would work.
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- Tell me the words I want to hear.
- Oh, I wish Cammie was doing this instead of me.
- I miss her, too, but those are not the go words.
- Virus inserted! Shields down!
- Migas? Migas?
Shields are down.
Migas is in trouble. Be careful.
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- We got to go get Migas.
Aah!
- Chase, stop. We have a plan.
We're supposed to blend in and--
- What? Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Follow me.
- No, you follow me.
You're in no condition to take point.
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- Stop. No!
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- According to Migas,
Holon production is the next structure.
- Ugh!
Aah!
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Move, move!
- Come on.
- Intruders and weapons fire detected inside of RTASA.
- Major. - I'm on it.
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- Aah!
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Aah!
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Miranda.
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- Aah!
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- Chase! Go!
We need to get this thing airborne.
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- You okay?
- Think so.
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- What have you become?
- Chase, go. I'm coming.
- Aah!
- Ma'am. - I know!
He made it inside.
- Yes, but you need to see this.
This is the largest population--
correction--was the largest population in No Man's Land.
Atypical of the Union,
the smoke is consuming civilians,
even ex-Union civilians, everyone, really.
- Tate finally snapped.
This was a waste of time, Miranda.
- Wait, we haven't had a chance--
- All units, - LOCK.
- This isn't the way.
- This is the only way I don't end up like you.
- Chase, stop!
Holon frames, stand down!
- Major, what the hell are you doing?
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- I can't believe that's you.
- Dri?
- You have no idea what she's gone through to find you.
- I don't know what's going on, but I know you're hurting.
We can still be a family, Julian.
- Dri, I'm so glad you're okay,
but you know Mom and Dad always taught us
to fight for those who couldn't fight for themselves.
I got to do that now.
- No!
- Miranda, please look out for her.
Get out of here, now.
- All teams attack! Shoot to kill!
- No. Wait.
- No!
- Aah!
Huh?
- The Union... How?
- You don't have to do this.
- What the fuck?
- There's another way.
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