- A new Door opened because of me.
- Only a Bloodherd can close it.
- Fuck my life.
- We're in this together. Okay?
- Find and return her at once.
- This mineral is called Devil's Bone.
It's not gold.
- What more can I lose?
- If we close that tear,
cut them off of Gehenna's influence,
they stand a chance at getting back to normal.
- River seepage?
- It'd be ugly. This whole thing could cave.
Take what we can, while we can, boys.
We'll be set for life. No more of this shit.
- Yeah!
- Closing the tear should get us Nolan back.
- Okay, here...
is the tear,
and here is the entrance.
- We need to get those workers out of the gallery.
- My Dad had me do this ride-along
when I was, like, seven.
Pointed out these station thingies
that had these emergency levers.
They trigger an evacuation.
- What if they don't leave?
You saw your Dad. It was an obsession.
- Tasha.
- If they don't dip, WPN will force them out.
I mean, it's protocol.
And then we slip in like a couple of sly eels.
You close the tear with your ledger thingie,
and you save Nolan from being a blood-thirsty monster.
What? What's going on?
- Shh.
See ya, nerds! Whoo-hoo!
- Wild no one knows what's coming.
- They never will.
- See that baseball field over there?
Prospector's diamond.
West Pine's holy land.
"Can you feel the power?"
- Yeah, it's, like, very bright.
- You know, when I was seven, my Dad's guy Paul
drunkenly lit a bottle rocket off his butthole.
- Right back there.
- Yeah. All the local 636 crew gathered.
And it just--it didn't go off.
- It just, like, exploded in his ass.
It was so funny. We were dying.
- It just exploded in there? - Yes.
Flames. Sparks.
Dying. Dying.
Same night Mom got me my first ice cream cone.
Mint chocolate chip.
And then I got salmonella,
and the next few weeks were spent on the toilet.
- Oh. - But it was worth it.
Mom joked I was shooting more sparks than Paul.
- Shooting sparks? - Yes.
Kaboom, like...
- Tasha. - Dude, it was a mess.
- Tasha, you are such a liar. You love this town.
- I don't know. In my head, it's, like...
Mom died here.
And no one talks about her anymore.
And, like, so, what was her life worth?
Like, she was just this chick from a small town
that no one knew about?
I can--I can, like, feel that silence.
Dude, West Pine's a shithole.
- Yes.
- Everyone is a stupid asshole. Like...
- Yes.
- And your Colony sucks, bro.
- Definitely.
- But it's home.
Fuck you, West Pine! I love you!
- My ear!
- Fuck your ears! I love you!
- Fuck you, the Disciples! I love you!
- Fuck you, Big Chris and Little Chris and Spoons!
I love you!
- Fuck you, Gehenna, I love you!
Fuck you, the Colony, I love you!
- What is that thing?
- Ready?
- Yeah, definitely.
- You don't have to go in there.
- You know I do.
What's your plan actually entail?
- Just say some words. The tear to Gehenna closes up.
- You just say, "Some words?"
- They're really good words.
- That's not good.
- What is it?
- Spoons said the tunnel could cave in the river.
That's how the Frisks won their case.
They said it could flood the whole mine.
- The Colony gets their water from that river.
- So does all of West Pine.
- If the water mixes with that Devil's Bone,
the entire town could end up like your Dad.
- Or Nolan, right?
Why is it so quiet down here?
- Well, I think I found your answer.
- Looks like we improvise.
- Attention. Critical flooding risk has been detected.
You must evacuate.
- Nolan?
- I need you to hide for me.
Okay?
Go, Tasha.
- Carrie, no.
Hey.
Hey. Girl boss.
Superstar. Muse.
I know you're in there.
I'm gonna save you, okay?
- Oh, my God!
- No!
- Sorry, Superstar.
So close.
- I'm shaking. Look.
- Ready to get our friend back? - Uh-huh.
- You sure this'll work?
- No. Not at all.
But we don't have a choice. Calm mind, steady hand.
- Oh, my God. Be strong. Almost there.
Once I get this thing out, you will be you again.
- Nolan, we're here.
- Gotcha.
- Nolan.
- I'm sorry, Tasha.
- It worked. - Attention.
If anybody else still remains, you must leave immediately.
Gallery eight is about to flood.
- Okay. I'll lure him out.
You perform the ritual before it's too late.
- Wait. Ah.
I wanna say something big, but my mind is in puddles,
and I just-- it's like bluh, mush, I--
- What about an "I love you?"
- I need to say something perfect.
Perfect last words.
- What?
- Go, Tasha.
Go.
- C'mon. You can do it.
I believe in you.
- Only a member of the Bloodherd
can open up a new Door.
- So only a member of the Bloodherd can close it.
- C'mon.
Come and get me.
I'm right here.
Oh, my God.
Nolan? Nolan!
- Nolan. Nolan.
- Vast Gehenna, I pray to thee.
Close your Door and set me free.
Vast Gehenna, I pray to thee.
Close your Door and set me free.
- Which is why you must join the Bloodherd.
- Join the Bloodherd.
Pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig, pig.
- You're just rotting flesh.
Join the Bloodherd.
- Vast Gehenna, I pray to thee.
Close your Door and set me free.
- You're rotting flesh. Rotting flesh.
- Vast Gehenna, I pray to thee.
Close your Door and set me free.
- Please be okay. Please be okay.
Nolan. Nolan.
- Hey.
I'm literal stink bait.
You should smell my pits.
No perfume. No shower.
Don't. Rhetorical.
- Second hell you've saved me from.
I'm so glad I didn't hurt you.
I-I wouldn't be able to live with--
- I'm gonna kiss you now. Like, a kiss-kiss.
On the lips. Good?
- Yeah. Good.
Wait.
Fuck it.
I'm non-binary.
- Oh.
- Like, genderqueer.
Enby. A "them."
- Your timing is unreal.
- I know. - I know.
You're goddamn perfect, Nolan Frisk.
both: Cool.
- Vast Gehenna, I pray to thee!
Close your Door and set me free!
- Come home, Carrie.
Come home.
- Your friends found sanctuary in each other
while you are left alone.
No parents. No home.
But you are never alone in hatred.
We see through your bitter bones.
We see your sour heart beating.
Your blood is the pestilent stream.
Your family is the Herd.
And you are vast Gehenna.
- But you're wrong.
I found a home.
I reject you. - Save yourself.
- I reject you. - Save yourself.
Save yourself. Save yourself. - I reject you.
- Save yourself. Save yourself! - I reject you!
Vast Gehenna, I pray to thee!
Close your Door. Set me free!
Set me free.
- Warmth, daughter.
You did it.
You're safe now.
You're a hero.
Our angel awakens.
Disciples.
It is with great pride that I welcome back our guardian,
Carrie Lavinia Ecker.
She learned of a tear between our world and Gehenna,
and she risked everything to stop it--
her skin,
reputation at home,
bending her own principles
in order to save thousands.
In offering herself up in sacrifice,
she has truly become an angel of the dawn.
A hero is born. So, marvel.
- A hero. - Hero.
- My daughter.
We are prepared to offer you Arthur Deane's old post--
liaison to the guardians,
free to move between our world and others.
How does that strike you?
Mm?
She accepts.
Just one final test.
Disciples.
And warmth.
Our tradition states that outsiders
must not know our ways.
Carrie, display your devotion.
Prove your love. You know what to do.
- My blade was lost in the mine.
- I trust you, daughter.
- Humanity has wilted.
Out there, they poison the land.
They build chambers of self-obsession,
and always choose the one over the many.
And still...
They had the nerve to confide
their pathetic problems to me.
Their stupid crisis of identity.
Her petty grief-- an orgy of vanity.
Do one better, father.
Show them all that we sacrifice
so they can live their empty lives.
Teach them our love.
Feed them to Gehenna.
You spoke of trust.
- To vast Gehenna, I give my skin.
Pray warm shadow, let me in.
- No. No!
- Carrie. Carrie, please. We won't talk.
You know we won't. Carrie.
Carrie, please. We won't talk. Tell them.
- Try not to scream. - Tell them, Carrie.
- You'll survive longer.
- Please. Carrie, please.
- Carrie!
Carrie!
- Please. We won't talk, you know that.
Tell them, please!