The Nevers (2021) s01e06 Episode Script

Three years ago, I woke up knowing things that I shouldn't and was declared insane.
So, yes, I keep secrets.
She's not a fool, and she's not a fucking baker.
The attack came three years ago.
This was designed so that we would see the parts, not the whole.
Maladie is the worst killer in London's history.
You know who I work with? Is this true? You two must be dear friends.
Or you do go back a ways.
We all do.
Its power grows by the day.
It means to destroy us.
If we've lost hope it already has.
I'm going to the square to stop that hanging.
I'm going to save Maladie.
If London is going to be saved from chaos it needs to see chaos.
I do have a mission.
I am leaving to find the Galanthi as we've planned.
It's the first step to learning why we were brought here together and what we're meant to do next.
Give up your name! Give up your blasphemous fight and join the FreeLife Army.
We are marauders.
We are God's Men! What's your name, girl? Second Boot, hold.
That's just a Cryer.
Byner, are we close? We're right on top of it.
Point of entry, north side, 20 paces.
Boot, confirm entry point.
The rest, take his spot.
Give up your name.
Give up your blasphemous fight and join the FreeLife Army.
We are marauders.
We are God's Men! What do you see? Found the point of entry.
It's a ladder.
Can't see how far down it goes - Boot! Go now! Move! - Contact! We're taking fire.
Multiple hostiles! Steady, soldier.
We kill you all, it's gon' be slow.
Or maybe we could talk about the prize that brought us all here in the first place.
You are now captives of the PDC.
Oh, my blood, there's heat.
Get me fuckin' light.
Air's good.
Byner, lights.
The whole system's gated.
Rex can't tap the O.
S.
without a hard connect.
- Send little Rex.
- Rex.
PDC creates A.
I.
, forgets the I.
Like your systems didn't clone our O.
S.
Don't you listen to him.
You're a good bot.
You got any surprises waiting in here? I dearly hope so, given the circumstances.
We were tracking the source of the spatial anomaly, same as you.
It was a FreeLife beacon that tagged this place.
I don't know if they got inside.
Second Boot, tape his mouth.
- First tell me your name.
- Names are sacred, shitto.
My name is Major Joseph Willing Greenbone, FreeLife for life! We do not hide from God like you PDC dogs.
- We honor - Boot, say hello.
We are the Planetary Defense Coalition.
We are taking shelter here.
We've not come to fight, but we are armed, and will respond as greeted.
Hey.
What's a Stripe doing here alone? - And why didn't we read her heat? - She possumed.
She swallowed glazers.
I watched her gurge 'em up.
- Her body temp must've been nil.
- Shit.
You swallowed coolant pods? The heat change'll shred your organs if you don't relax.
Is your stomach coated? Pheen.
I can't give you pheen.
You'll never level if you're zoned.
All clear.
Got a schematic.
Who's a good bot? Anything upstairs? Then we're alone.
Which seems wrong.
Stripe hasn't called colors.
- What's your Pride? - Forty-first Ground, out of Edinburgh.
No one got out of Edinburgh.
Three of us did.
The other two died on the walk down.
Sixteenth Hailstormers, D-field Green.
Our Stripe got taken out, if you're mission fit.
I need to get her regulated first.
She was possuming out there.
Also, there's a bullet in my leg.
Sick bay's northeast quarter.
So ordered.
Boots, secure the "Major", and do a full sweep.
Byner and I will try to contact Command.
I've never seen anyone possum in this kind of cold.
I was running out of options.
Twenty FreeLife Marauders dropped in an hour before you did.
Twenty? Our scanners read eight.
I had an hour.
Lucky, you being where you were.
Didn't feel that lucky.
- Pheen.
Shit is weak.
- You get nothing pure.
Popping glazers? That's not playing dead.
That's practicing.
What's your PitSid level? Too high to make Crescent, too high to go home.
Everyone has PitSid.
I got the most.
You get temporals? Flashbacks? I'm not even sure this is now.
Great.
You're mission fit.
You gotta jar me.
Oof.
You gonna ask me what the mission is? You're looking for a Galanthi.
- Who are you? - My name? That's a little forward.
I was married for three years, and I never told either of them.
Come on.
Fighting over a side post in the middle of nothing 'cause you saw a spatial anomaly, which means a portal, which is how the Galanthi came here, I figure Command saw the FreeLife beacon, lost their shit.
Sent your Pride in 'cause they were close, and 'cause you are a spore.
Can I have my pheen back? Fuck.
And the term is "empathically enhanced".
"Spore" is a little rude.
Yeah.
But only a spore would call me on it.
Why is it rude? Don't the Galanthi rain spores on everyone? Make 'em all wise and adorable? The spores are translators.
They activate parts of the mind needed to comprehend Galanthi language and tech.
Not that I can.
I've never even seen one.
But it does broaden the perspective.
What were these guys building? - Museum? - When was this even from? Well, it's late Victorian.
Maybe early 20th? Wasn't always a soldier.
- Are those sim-strips? - Boatload.
Byner can go through them.
He lives in sims.
Not just the fuck-tech.
Mostly the fuck-tech.
Please tell me he's not virgan.
All that "flesh is evil" crap.
What is this? Every Galanthi project is huge.
Pure water systems, tectonic stabilizers.
This is None of those are happening.
FreeLife bombed every site.
Killed them.
All of 'em? Weren't there, what, 20 Galanthi? - How many of them are still alive? - Maybe one.
Maybe more.
Command didn't know about this one.
Well, so far, neither do we.
Fuck! Heat! What the fuck is that? Get the Crescent.
- Is that the Galanthi? - Slow.
And quiet.
You don't wanna wake this thing up.
Damn, those kids are gray.
Hey, whoa, whoa.
It's just a garden.
Yeah, no, it's just something out of a farmer's daughter's sim sitting here in real life.
So normal and usual.
Food made out of actual food.
Nobody eat anything yet.
We got a door here.
Byner, what's the schematic say? That there isn't a door here.
It's the science team.
FreeLife got 'em.
FreeLife don't hide their kills.
Or clean up after.
This shaft goes way down.
They were hiding whatever's below us.
Another level? Byner, any other doors that shouldn't be there? Hold.
Is Is that That's blood.
That's human blood.
Fuck me! There's a shaft right above it.
This is why they hung the bodies there.
- What, they were feeding it? - What? No.
Galanthi don't drink blood for food.
What's it doing? Pride, stay calm.
This is fat glass.
Bullets will do nothing but bounce back.
Whoa.
Oh, I remember now.
The boys that found this place did get in.
They didn't have the firepower to kill a Galanthi, so they improvised.
Lit the beacon and got clean, in case we sent nukes.
- Just kill this shitto.
- No.
We are completely off mission here.
We were tasked to save the Galanthi, and you all shot at it, and hit one of ours! - She is not one of ours.
- Don't shrill at a superior.
- We were repelling an advance.
- It wasn't an advance.
- It was a fucking handshake.
- Yeah, we weren't overly briefed - on how all this would - What about the blood? - Why would the FreeLife go to all of that - Torture.
We saw the bodies, genius.
Not the team.
The team was just the method.
'Cause the Galanthi bonded with 'em.
Cared for them.
It's basic torture protocol.
You always do the family first.
I would love to know your name.
How could they get information from the Galanthi? Oh, Dainty, torture's not about information.
It's about hope.
Removing the concept of hope.
But we've done all right.
We're all running hot, but we found the Galanthi.
And it is still alive.
Well, now, that's actually your problem.
I called for a full incursion the moment we met resistance.
Thanks for the intel, big mouth.
So did we.
Wait.
Shit So, a full engagement 20 feet above our heads? Nuclear bombs flying everywhere.
We'll never survive that.
Nothing will.
Unless we settle the question, and put that poor thing out of its misery.
Close the damn portal.
Tell the world it's over.
You'll save many lives.
Including your own.
I need to reach Command.
Is this a bribe? You have to help me.
Don't worry, ma'am.
The Planetary Defense Coalition is here.
What'd you expect? They were gonna lay down their lives for something that gives them nightmares? - They know what's at stake.
- Which is what, exactly? Why'd the Major say, "Close the portal"? I thought they'd close once the Galanthi get through.
Not this one.
It's stable.
It's Command think it's what the team were helping it build.
Reinforcements? You think there's more comin'.
Maybe the 20 were scouts.
Maybe the Galanthi are just getting started.
This could be where we turn the tide.
Do the job the PDC was formed to do.
There's still time.
Nobody has to die.
Yeah.
Feel like someone's gonna.
It's hard to believe we're finally here.
Everyone appreciates the gravity of what this might mean.
Okay.
Almost everyone can appreciate the gravity Okay! What are you after? Huh? Do you want to do my report? I never expected such playfulness.
But seriously, the team have worked hard, they deserve their celebration today.
How does a free-thinking man like yourself get so egregiously split-tailed? I know you wanna walk out of here.
To where? The planet's fucked.
I don't like the Galanthi, but we need them to survive.
What if thousands of them come through that rift? Millions? What if that freak downstairs is just a pet, sniffing us out? It's the Crescent's call.
He doesn't wanna make that call.
And he left you with me.
Okay, then.
We move it.
Can't.
The storm is bringing a static front.
Any kinetic movement, your muscles explode.
You know what? You win.
- What did I win? - Whatever you want.
Whatever's here that's gonna make you step up and give a shit.
We've got a great selection.
Name your poison.
Can I mix, or do I just get one? We are this close to winning.
Not the war, but the world.
Imagine winning the planet back.
Making it livable.
Floods, famine, terra-storms.
The Galanthi can make them stop.
Then where are they? The portal's stable.
Why aren't they galloping through? - It's probably not finished.
- Why didn't they come before? What about the five billion people that your great brainosaurs came too late to save? - They're not gods.
- Then stop praying to 'em.
Can you do one thing for me? Can you just hope that we make it right? I'm not afraid to fight, if that's what it takes.
But it has to be for a purpose.
It has to matter.
- To you.
- You don't get to ask that.
- I just did.
- No.
You cannot.
Twenty-eight years of slogging through blood and shit - and towering disappointment - Oh, don't war story me.
- I've been in it.
- has buried me here, likely forever.
And I am not gonna die waiting on a savior.
You're just really insistent that we have to die.
Because this close is where we always end up.
It's where we all fold.
This close, change is too scary, even for the people who fight for it.
That's why FreeLife always wins.
- They don't always win.
- They own history.
One fuckin' form or another, the man who has the club I've heard all of this, and I know it's not so.
Because you are spored.
Because I was FreeLife.
Born and raised.
I've done things that you can't imagine.
And the spores, they didn't make me brilliant or brainwashed.
They were a question.
And it turns out that nothing will crack this world harder than one gentle question.
So, yes.
I hope for a better world.
No.
Fuckin' no! The only way you live is if it dies.
We have to get rid of it.
You moron.
You already did.
It's leaving! There's no reinforcements! The rift is stable, 'cause it goes the other way.
Galanthi's not getting help.
It's getting out.
Nah.
Nah, that That feels just a bit too convenient.
No.
- Please, don't leave us.
- Can we cut the power? Rex must have tripped the safety.
The Galanthi locked us out.
He's got enough power now to to get up to the portal, and Aah! Hey, can I get a fuckin' Knitter here? I'm bleeding out! You were right.
It was always gonna end like this.
Boot! Stand the fuck down! - Good man.
- Who's the best at playing possum now? She is.
Stay with me.
I don't understand.
They They gave up.
- They gave up on - No.
Shh.
- Shh.
- I'm sorry.
Hey.
Look at me.
Hey.
The Galanthi is going back for help.
Believe me, okay? I believe there's hope.
Please hope.
Do you wish to tell me your name? H Aren't those sweet little things? Varnum! Didn't expect to see you at this hour.
- They've got us in early for the inventory.
- Mmm.
What are they? French cakes.
Financiers.
Got more butter than flour.
Can you imagine? Molly, for the shops by the docks, when you're done.
Here.
Gert says they're out of place.
I guess she's got a point.
Little pups among the hounds.
That's incredible.
I mean it, Molly.
- These are - Gert, your sign's blocking half my doorway! - Get away with ya! - You could have a posh tea room.
Oi-oi.
That one's a monster.
Someone cock it up, did they? A tea room? No, it's just a treat for when I have a family.
You could have both.
See, you've gotta charge more for bigger.
The ladies like it bigger.
Ah, yeah.
This one knows what I mean.
Look at her, eh? Blushing like a maid.
We're gonna have more day-olds tomorrow than I'd like.
Oof.
- Kicking? - Ooh, like a musical can-can.
You're gonna tell him yes? You'll not get many offers as good.
- I'm not sure.
- It's Varnum you're mooning over.
He's not got the money to marry.
Has he even said he would if he could? He's made no kind of promise.
I like him the better for that.
You've gotta be thinking of your future, Molly.
Your real future.
Not the one that's in your head.
Thing is, our Jenny's coming on 12 this autumn.
And, uh, I can put her on for no pay.
So it-it's a savings I understand.
Yes, of course.
I could send her out to earn instead, but these factories No, of course she'll not go to a factory.
She has to come here, work with her mum.
The shops still need rolls delivered.
And I wouldn't send Jenny 'round by the river.
I'll give you a penny to carry 'em down.
- Married ladies need a little pin money.
- Thank you.
Yes.
Well, God makes His plans, so here we are.
Ma.
Do you remember Molly? We're married now.
You look well, Mrs.
True.
Well, you bothered to carry it, so show her the cake.
- I brought you - Louder.
I brought you wedding cake.
Nah.
It's too rich.
You got better a lot quicker the last time.
I'm fine.
Yeah.
You should charge more.
Since it looks like them rolls are all you're gonna deliver.
I'm serious.
That's two you've lost.
If I'm not gonna have a namesake to take over The next one will take.
I'm just so sorry for the timing.
But with the medical bills, him being behind on the payments for the shop, the flat's his mum's.
So you'll still have a place.
But Thomas's debts are outstanding, and you'll need to find something - Just dragging your heels a bit.
- Good morning, Jenny.
- Morning.
- And here's me dying to tell you who I saw in the high street yesterday.
Varnum Dale.
Varnum.
- I thought he moved away for the promotion.
- And back for the next.
In charge of the whole office.
But he recognized me.
Can you imagine? Pulled his carriage over.
Asked after you.
After me? Invited us all to attend his housewarming, sweet boy.
'Course his wife's seven months in, and a barren woman's bad luck in an expectant home, so I just thanked him for you.
That's the man you should have gone after.
I always said.
You in a hurry? - Now you're being rude.
- Leave me be.
There's no real changes.
Probably just wind.
And how are you feeling? Well enough, thank you.
We had our troubles with your system, my girl, but Thomas having passed, it's a clear mercy there were no children.
A mercy.
You're very good with her.
She's a dying woman.
I could hardly do less.
Don't write her off too quickly, my dear.
She'll not rise from that bed, but she survived an illness that killed her son.
I know that type.
Cast iron all through.
Bury us all, more'n like.
Well, God makes His plans, so here we are.
Sometimes it feels like God made His plans long before He met us.
I don't need to charge you this time, but, well, in the future Came out the drink.
Guys at the dock said she works for the bakery.
Molly something.
You'll be fine here, Molly.
Yeah, I might not.
Is this a sim? It's gotta be FreeLife tech 'cause your temporal sequencing's fucked.
Play with me.
Back you go now, Sarah.
You have been here enough now to know the rules.
What are the fucking rules? 'Cause this "Christmas Carol" crap is so specific to my three-term focus.
You will keep a civil tongue in this house.
You will be meek and grateful to God that you have been delivered from your own sinful act.
And now I know the rules.
Oi! Hey! Hi, Molly.
Sorry about the restraints.
They don't usually do that, but you made a mess of the Matron.
I never heard her wail so.
- I'm Sarah.
- Yeah.
That's a straight play.
You can just gift your sacred name, 'cause you're not a sim.
You're from 18-fuckity-12.
You're not mean like the others.
We become friends.
We tell each other secrets.
You know, Sarah, a friend's the one you trust to trust you back.
Well Yes.
My carbonated fuck, you are gray! I don't have any secrets.
I don't have any secrets! I'm a Stripe.
I go, and I do.
And no one said "go".
I got no mission.
I should be dead.
Why aren't I dead? Why are my hands so tiny? It's all right, pet.
Shh.
Shh.
Shh Shh Shh.
It's all right.
Shh.
It's all right.
It's how many, the last few weeks? Do you know what? Some of them seem fine at first.
Fine? Girl comes in last night soaking wet.
Couldn't dry her off.
Toweled her for an hour.
Had to send her away, soaking worse than when she first came Fucking PitSid.
I need some pheen.
If you'd been outside, you wouldn't be making fun.
I highly doubt the Lord Himself - presented to you as a great light.
- I know what I saw.
You're an unreliable witness, my dear.
You're in an asylum.
- So are you.
- This is different.
He was sh-shaped like a dragonfly.
And He came all apart like snow or sparks.
Sparks? Was there fire? Or spores ? He flew over me, and then they come down, and then I saw a flash.
Like an explosion, but with no noise or smoke.
He was just gone.
Someone else will believe me.
I believe you.
I want to know exactly how it went.
A single spark can set the whole house ablaze.
- Mrs.
True.
- An oil lamp can be hidden under a proper skirt - for just so long - Mrs.
Amalia True.
- Mr.
Hundley - I'm Dr.
Cousens.
I'm here for your physical examination.
Sorry.
It's my name.
I'm not used to There's another physician making the rounds, if you'd prefer a white doctor.
No! No.
That's not Yes.
Hi, Dr.
Cousens, it's Molly.
Just Molly.
Let's do this.
You seem to have avoided infection, despite the Thames' best efforts.
Believe it or not, I've been in worse.
- Are you from America? - South-coast Canada.
Or Yes.
Or no, I'm a baker.
I see.
Are you in any pain? I'm weak.
Has there been anything about a light in the sky, from the day I ended up here? Someone saw, or in the news? Is that why you went in the river? - A light? - No, I think it's why I came out.
Has anyone been, uh better? Smart, or compassionate, or You know what? Never mind.
I sound like I belong in this place.
They took my babies! I have a baby every day and they take it! You're just making it worse! - Back to the cellar for you! - Aah! No, no, no! No! I've done this before.
- I can tell.
- No.
No.
I No, I saw it the day I came here.
I thought it was a sim - mptom.
- It's all right.
I'm gonna sew you up.
I just need a nurse to Please.
It's a lot to take in.
No.
No, no.
Aliens from the future gave us magic powers.
It was staring me in the face.
Well, you've seen ailments you can't explain last few weeks, yeah? Here in the ward, yes.
But I'm not Insane? A woman.
Well, there's gotta be more.
The spores don't affect everyone they hit.
I never understood why.
But they don't normally cause random powers.
There's a pattern I'm missing.
Wish they'd let us read the papers.
Why are you telling me all of this? - I trust you.
- Why? - Did did you see something in - No.
No.
I Should I trust you? Do you think I'm insane? Maybe.
Maybe your alien was.
They were torturing it.
I don't know if this is good news.
But you were right.
People are hiding it, but it's all over.
No one's spored, empathically enhanced.
There's no one here to guide us.
To say here's what needs to change.
Or What? - Fuck you.
- No, I'm No, I Fuck you.
I was a mistake.
A mean joke.
I'm a Stripe.
I'm not good.
I've got issues you literally don't have names for yet.
I might be why the spores were shit.
- You know what's coming.
And you care.
- I did my time! I spent a lifetime fighting and it didn't make any Why would it put me in this? Yeah, this doughy little frame.
It's perfect.
I got world-class tits, but I can't see over a chair.
It's a good frame.
And nobody was using it.
I gotta get out of this place.
Then you might not want to say "fuck" quite so often.
And give me back my morphine.
Fuck! Lester says just a few weeks.
I do feel so much better.
I miss his cooking, though.
A man who cooks.
A man who cooks.
He said the light might have been a German balloon.
A zeppelin.
He doesn't know what's going on about God.
How He's gonna give us a mission.
You didn't say anything, did you? About us, or the mission? You don't have to ask me that.
You're the one I trust to trust me back.
Ladies! I'm Dr.
Hague.
I've been hearing about you two.
Which one is Amelia? Amalia.
Molly.
Then you must be Sarah.
What, uh What have you been hearing? Well, first of all, that you two may be among the the Touched.
That's what they're calling these people who've blossomed these last few months.
"Touched".
They called me that already.
I'll tell you what, Sarah, I'm looking for someone to do a special study with at my facility.
I'd like to spend a minute with each of you.
One on one.
Can you give me a minute with Amel Amalia? And then you and I can have our own little chat? They tell me that you can see the future.
No, I feel it.
Suddenly.
Like I'm falling down.
But I'm not.
And then later, I do.
Once, I smelled oat cakes, and we had them that night.
I don't like to think about it too much.
It hurts a little.
I wouldn't want to study it.
It's not a volunteer study.
Tell me about the lights.
Sorry? The lights in the sky.
When you were admitted.
I didn't see any lights.
I was Well, I fell in the river.
I jumped, I guess.
I don't remember.
I don't remember.
Huh.
Can that really be true? The Matron said you were very outspoken about It was Sarah.
She was terribly upset.
She said she saw God in the sky, and no one would believe her.
I lied.
Because, well, she wouldn't stop crying, and Well, she never let it go, and I couldn't tell her that I When the weird things happened, she said it was proof that there was a "mission"? Please don't tell Matron what I did.
I just wanted Sarah to be happy.
To have something to She thinks she's getting better.
No.
What's going on? Tell him what you saw.
He's going to help.
- What a to do.
- What a to do.
What a to do.
What a to do to die today.
What a to do to die today.
And sip.
Mmm.
Delicious.
- Loud.
- Loud.
That's right, gently.
- Noisy.
- Noisy.
Lovely.
Loud noisy girls - Girls - Girls Return to the bowl.
Take your napkin, and dab.
Corners of the mouth, very lady-like.
And thank your hostess.
Lovely.
Now remember, this is not what this is for.
Amalia? The board will see you now.
The review board said your release hearing was exemplary.
That you are motivated, articulate, that you take care of the other inmates, and in terms of the Touched, you, and I quote, "practically run the place".
There is also an impassioned recommendation from Dr.
Cousens.
Although he is not a psychiatrist.
- Why are you here, Mrs - Bidlow.
Miss.
The voice is good.
No trace of the butcher's widow to be found.
It's as if it were another life.
They did find a cache of weapons under the floorboards beneath your bed, during your hearing.
You grab the spoon after they've set aside your dishes.
A sharpened spoon, that's your first step to freedom.
Unless they find it.
You had every reason to expect a positive outcome from the hearing.
I had no reason to expect a positive outcome.
Because of your "turn"? Did you see the coming rejection? I "practically run the place".
For free.
If you have any head for numbers, you can do the lack of maths.
I have an extraordinary head for numbers.
I also know that people will often do everything in their power to keep from getting the thing they want.
I suspect you could've been miles from here months ago.
And where would I go? That is why I am here.
What do you think? I think I am starting to like this body after all.
Oh, the place.
It's dreary as fuck.
And it's definitely filled with the angry ghosts - of murdered children.
- Hmm.
Miss Bidlow give you any new names? Possible charges? Some Irish girl.
I think she builds things.
Not Patience, but something weird.
Sadness O'Religionface.
I don't know.
God, I hope she drinks.
I thought you were boasting before.
But you might actually be the worst person for this job.
No, I'm gonna be great.
Gonna bring us all harmony and peace.
Penance said this was the easy way! Bertie Blair told me all the soldiers would be deployed elsewhere! Augustus! Leave the drilling! True! Sorry, sorry, sorry! Aah! They're backing off! If we can't get down there you need Amalia! Amalia! Horatio! All this time, you're still in the fucking ceiling.
So now what? I told everyone you were going to save them.
Save the world.
That you're hope.
But you're not.
Not for Lucy.
Not for Mary.
And Sarah? What a team, you and me, except no you.
No wisdom.
No plan.
Just people to leave behind over and over and I'm doing it now.
I left Penance because you said, "Find me".
I left my heart to come talk to you.
Talk to me! Why are you hiding? Why did it go so wrong? Was it me? Did my wreck of a brain cause all this shit? I can't think what else to I woke up in this world, in this body that I can't fit into.
Who Who is this? Who the fuck am I? You should have brought Knitter.
She believed.
And I took that from her.
She died in despair.
My despair.
It should have been anyone else.
Someone not broken.
Someone taller.
Molly Are you upset that I Are you upset that I told you? - What? - Is it too much too soon? No.
No.
It is upsetting.
The future being so grim for everyone.
But we'll just change it all up.
You make it sound so simple.
No.
It's work.
It's a life's work.
Like as not to drive us mad, or get us killed.
And we'll never know if we'd done enough, or done it right.
But what in the world's as rare and nourishing as a life's work? As I see it, God gave me a gift.
And by way of recompense He's given me another.
Any idea what we do next? You wanted a war, love.
Yes, I know what happened.
- Did you think - you were the only one who hitched a ride? Oh, Amalia This is a long time from that little cave.
This I will need you to forget.
Oh, that part's now.
Go all right? You? Uh, it was a riot.
- Slowly, slowly.
- Harriet! Slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly.
Harriet! I'm, I'm so sorry.
We didn't save Maladie.
I'm glad you tried.
It was the right call.
I didn't find out who our enemy is.
But you found something out.
It's time to tell them.
Everything.
The future.
The Galanthi.
- The fight that's coming.
- Feels right.
- It's coming soon.
- I know.
My name is Zephyr.
Zephyr Alexis Navine.
Well, I'm very pleased to meet ya.
Me, too.
Fuckin' prototype.