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| - What?
- No.
- I do.
- Here.
- Yeah.
- I love you.
- Good.
- Hello?
- Ah!
- [Explosion]
- [Gunshot]
- Thanks.
- I don't think so.
- Sure.
- I'm sorry.
- Okay.
- What does that mean?
- Boar.
- Clarke-
- Are you okay?
- Just keep your eyes open.
- I don't see anything.
- Launch!
- Raven, I'm sorry.
- Come on.
- Where you going?
- Get the hell away from me.
- Where you gonna go?
- What's for dinner?
- Clarke! No.
- She's breathing a little better, but even if we can save her, what happens then?
- [The Ark has been crippled by the launching of the Exodus ship and Kane is seen lying on the floor. He pulls himself up and looks around the seemingly deserted Ark.]
- Whoa, hey, are you sure you want to do that? This ship took a lot of damage. You walk through the wrong door, you could be stepping out into space.
- As your Chancellor, I am ordering you to gather as many survivors as you can and lead them to the mess hall. Jaha out.
- No. Sinclair still has teams out assessing the damage, but whole stations may have been lost. I estimate no more than 1,000 survivors at least 1,500 dead.
- Data from the Exodus launch. The monitor says that service hatch beta was manually sealed before the launch from our side.
- You don't have to. We're good. I got to get this done.
- Into these damn woods. Don't worry about it. I'll find someplace safe.
- Those marks on her shoulder, what were they? Lincoln has them, too.
- So, what, you're got to save everybody else but yourself? This is nuts.
- The dropship is still tied into all of our major systems. If it launches, the Ark will be crippled, and everyone left on board will die.
- [He takes her face in his hands and lets her rest against him.]
- Not the way that I want to be loved, not the way that you love Clarke. It's over, Finn.
- Well, sir, if they hunkered down and got lucky, yeah, they could still be ticking, but they won't be for long.
- [Kane, Wick and the other survivors are walking around the Ark trying to access Earth Monitoring.]
- No. The electrical fires blew out a DCDU. Everything is on manual.
- That is weird. It also makes no sense whatsoever. Pull the drive-in speakers.
- [Clarke is running through the forest when she gets caught in a grounder trap.]
- Awesome. Haven't really got a chance to hang with you guys much. Hey, do you even know how I got arrested on the Ark?
- Yeah. We're going to look for them. Bring the walkies.
- "Please" would be nice. Watch this. Aha.
- - Fifty-five bottles of beer - take one down and pass it around -
- We could try the maintenance shaft. It's sealed on both sides, so you'd have pressurization.
- Monty, we're heading home. You copy? Monty, can you hear me? Monty, Monty where the hell are you? Report.
- Okay. You have hypoxia, all right? So you're working with about ten percent of your brain.
- No. We got a jammed pressure door between us and pass. four, and we can't get through here. It's game over, man.
- I gave you an order. You're bound by law to follow.
- When you're really pissed off, you always find a project, something to keep your hands busy so you don't punch someone in the face.
- [Kane tries to get wreckage away but it's too heavy for him and Wick joins him but still too heavy.]
- Yeah, yeah. He had me come down here to override the containment codes to keep the doors open. Don't tell him I messed up.
- You get that from your boyfriend, Grounder pounder?
- You're from the same tribe. It's the best match we're gonna get.
- The cooling air is a message. See, I think... I think there's someone alive in Earth monitoring.
- You didn't wish this into being, Raven. Stop torturing yourself.
- [Bellamy is briefing the Delinquents about hunting.]
- [He enters the maintenance shaft and begins to crawl through it.]
- She was on the bridge when your bomb exploded. You did this to her.
- [A Grounder comes from behind a nearby tree and hits Clarke in the face with a club. Clarke falls to the ground.]
- If you're looking for someone to talk you down, tell you that you're just upset and not thinking straight, I'm not that guy.
- No. It wasn't shrapnel. It was trauma. The force of the explosion, it hit her in the chest. She's drowning in her own blood. She can't breathe. I have to relieve the pressure. I need a small tube, something rigid the size of my finger.
- It's been two days. Maybe the bomb at the bridge scared them off for good.
- Aah! Ah.
- After we get you.
- All right. Thanks. Bleach.
- All three of them are still out there?
- And half were after I hurt my knee. Aagh!
- And we believe Murphy?
- Any idea what happened?
- Any word yet on casualties?
- Anybody there? Hello?
- Back off!
- Bell, what about Clarke and Finn?
- Clarke, come on. We got to leave him.
- Clarke, stop. They'll hurt you.
- Clarke, you can do this.
- Crappy.
- Could someone restart the central cooling exchanges on this level?
- Did that help?
- Each scar marks a kill in combat.
- Earth Monitoring, do you read?
- Five kills? She was a little girl.
- Go, go, go! All right.
- Grounders took them.
- Guess there's no moonshine.
- Ha! Funny.
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