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Previously
onJeremiah...

Can you tell me
where I go to sign in? I'm here to join up.

- What's your name?
- Tad.

I killed Libby.

It wasn't Jeremiah's fault.

It wasn't anybody's
fault but mine.

You've got to tell Jeremiah.

He can never
find out about this.

It would destroy him.

Follow Daniel
to victory,

or stand helplessly
beside the alliance.

It's begun.

Three Hills is gone.

Looks like
they swept in

and killed everybody
they could find

and scared
everybody else away.

That's why
Sims wasn't at Cold Creek.

That's why the diversion.

What if it's
a three-pronged attack?

Where's the third one?

Yes?

- Are your men in position?
- They are.

We're ready to
begin phase two.

Is this
close enough, sir?

Couldn't be better.

I don't think this
is such a great time for this, Smith.

We've got troops coming in.

Daniel's troops
are on the move.

I know, but you
have to see this.

- Why?
- Yeah, why?

- Yeah?
- You just do, that's all.

It's important.

Have I ever led
you astray before?

Yes.

Well, this isn't
like those times.

Jeremiah?

You got a second?

For you, Frank,
freedom of the press, Milhaven Gazette,

I'll give you two.

Listen, with everything
that's been going on lately

between you guys
and Daniel's group,

word is you're headed
for a face-off any time.

I don't know, Frank.
It's up to them as much as it is us.

What I do know
is that we can not let Daniel

turn the world into
a place of forced labor and executions.

I'd like to shadow you
for the next few days.

In case things heat up,
I want to be there to write the story.

If Daniel wins,
you're not going to have a newspaper to write for.

I won't get in the way.
You'll barely know I'm there,

and when you want
me gone, just say so.

Okay.

But not now.

Okay.

Thanks.

Hey.

Hey, everybody.
Welcome to Milhaven.

I'm Gina,
Jeremiah's aide

and liaison to the troops
stationed here,

and I know some of you
are a little nervous.

You're a long way from home,
but you're in good hands.

The best.

Now, if you'll come with me,
I'll get you set up.

Let's go.

- So you know this place?
- Yeah.

You've been here before?

A few times.

And you never
mentioned it because...

The time wasn't right,
but now it is.

You sure get around, don't you?

I keep busy.

It's me.

Come on.

They're kind of quiet for kids.

Yeah, they're like that here.

I've seen that girl before.

Decontamination procedures
don't work.

We have to burn the bodies.

What bodies?

The darkness is coming.

There's no one left
to play with anymore.

That's Rose.

She came to us
last winter.

Just in time, too.

This is Jeremiah
and Kurdy.

They're friends.

Of course they are.

You wouldn't
have brought them here otherwise.

Do you mind my asking you,
what is this place?

Come with me.
I want to show you something wonderful.

Okay, everyone,
move it along.

The good people
of Grandview are waiting for these supplies.

They'll be happy
to see your smiling faces and know that they are safe

from all that
is bad in the world.

How's it going?

We're an hour
behind schedule,

two of the new recruits
couldn't make it,

because, well,
they get car-sick,

and during the load-in,
we dropped a box of grenades.

- Excellent work.
- Yeah, I thought you'd be proud.

All right,
move them out!

It's been 15 years
since a strange disease wiped out all of the adults

and left us kids
to fend for ourselves.

Now I'm moving ahead,
through the past.

♪ I can't let go

♪ I'm holding hope so tight

♪ It's hard to breathe
When the whole world falls ♪

♪ I'm gonna put the stars
Back back up in the sky ♪

♪ Let them all just
Shine down I'm gonna try

♪ I believe we'll find
The world together ♪

♪ Through your eyes

♪ That's all I can see

♪ I believe we're
Looking at forever ♪

♪ In a world
Where we can be free ♪

♪ I believe

Well, did we find out
what happened to our trucks?

It looks like
a shoulder-launched rocket

fired from somewhere
in the hills.

The team we sent out
came under fire

from the same area
and had to retreat.

Damn it. It's Daniel's group.

It's only a matter of time
before they moved on us.

It could be two guys,
it could be a whole platoon out there.

I think we should
call back the recruits,

- get them to comb the area.
- No, no, no,

they've used diversionary
tactics before. That may be what they want.

I can't risk pulling our troop
back from that border. Are we locked down?

Completely.

Then there's no way
they can get in here.

They could drop
a 20-megaton nuke.

It wouldn't dent the front door
but we should inform the others,

and the sooner I know
where Daniel's troops are, the better I'll feel.

We're safe here,
for now, at least.

Sir? We've heard
from the advanced unit.

They dropped the hammer
on Thunder Mountain.

- Any response from inside?
- Not yet, sir.

There will be.

They're probably still
trying to figure out what the hell hit them.

We've drawn
first blood.

Keep your ear
to the ground.

Word will be
getting out soon.

Tell our people
to move the heavy equipment uphill,

find shelter
from prying eyes among the trees.

Do not fire again unless
absolutely necessary.

Do nothing to give
away their position.

Yes, sir.

Our goal is to keep
Markus's forces pinned down.

With their helicopters
grounded, our forces will advance freely.

Yes, sir.

After the Big Death,
as the survivors came to maturity,

the babies started
coming with them.

These are kids
having kids.

They didn't know
what to do.

A lot of children
died from neglect,

lack of information.

As I'm sure
you know by now,

some people survived
the big death,

those lucky enough
to have a natural immunity.

When we saw what
was happening,

we, the women
who run this place, came together

to help the next generation
to be born.

So what is it, like
a hospital or a school or something?

A little of
everything, actually.

Girls who can't take care
of their children hear about this place.

They seek us out
and leave us their children.

They're a cross-section
from every walk of life.

Call it a sampling,
if you like,

and that was how
we discovered what was happening.

Excellent.

You may sit down.

Now, as you can see,

the equation spells out
the series of assumptions

behind the first laws
of thermodynamics,

which states
that energy can neither be created nor destroyed,

only converted
from one form to another.

Okay? Good.
Now, let's turn our attention

to the next problem
in your books.

These kids should
be in kindergarten, first grade,

and they're doing
college-level math.

I know.

Come...

We discovered that
children born after the Big Death

were smarter
than they should be,

smarter than they
had any right to be.

Is it possible that
the virus altered their DNA somehow?

I think there are
checks and balances in the world.

The human race was
dealt a terrible blow by the Big Death.

It'll take a lot
to get things running again.

Call it divine intervention
or the luck of the draw,

either way, the problem
has also presented us with the solution.

These children
represent a tremendous hope for the future.

Out there, they don't
have the resources

to use their intelligence,
to grow into their role.

They don't have
the chance to show what they can do,

but in here,
and in a few places like this,

they do have that chance.

There is a war coming,
Kurdy, and if that war comes here,

all that could fall away.

That's why
I wanted to show you this place.

I hate to interrupt,

but there's someone
at the front door asking for you.

Sir, I know you
said for us to wait back at the road,

but we just heard on the radio.
Thunder Mountain is under attack.

Jeremiah, Markus
wants you in Milhaven

to coordinate
things from there.

Tell him I'm on my way.

Look, I want a tactical group
stationed here, effective immediately.

Anybody from the wrong
side comes by, I want them stopped, no matter what.

Anything else
you know that we should know, Smith?

Maybe later.
Thank you.

That was the right
thing to do.

There's the future to protect.

There won't be a future
if the mountain falls, Smith...

No future at all.

Markus, I just heard
what was happening.

Now's not a good time, Lee.

This is exactly the right time.

We have to set aside
whatever problems

you and I have had
in the last year.

I ran security
for this place for 10 years.

I know every rat hole
in and out of here.

I know where
we're vulnerable.

I know our
defense capabilities.

Whether you want
to admit it or not, you need me.

Erin's doing a fine job.
I won't take her off the job

- just because...
- Erin was the one who sent me.

You're sure
you want to do this?

Better the devil you know
than the devil out there.

I won't let you
down again, Markus.

I swear to you on my life.

I won't disappoint you.

All right.
Fill me in on the way.

We still have the helicopters.

As far as I know,
they don't have access to the launch area.

I recommend we send out
a chopper to investigate,

see if we can hit
them from the air...

The first strike
against the western alliance comes with a bang,

and with a whisper.

The whisper of strategy.
The whisper of concern.

The whisper of secrets.

They speak too softly
for me to hear, because I'm only a guest

and excluded from
knowledge I should not have,

but, significantly,
they have not asked me to leave.

The two in charge
of things here,

Jeremiah and Kurdy,

have the easy, relaxed
relationship of old friends.

They seem to have
a shorthand with each other.

They must have gone through
quite a bit to learn it.

The third, Smith,

seems almost not to fit in
with them,

though he tries desperately
to keep this from becoming obvious,

as if there is something
standing between him and them,

between him and the world.

I can only make out one word,
infinitely repeated

the mantra of Jeremiah's
grief over the loss of Liberty Kaufman,

a name that has become
synonymous with rage,

Sims.

I still say we need
to send some troops back to the mountain.

No, Markus is right.
He's safe there.

We don't know that
for sure, Jeremiah.

Yeah, we do.
As long as he's got the door closed, he's fine.

Everything else
is just a diversion.

We got to be
ready when Sims makes his move,

because he's going
to make it here.

The bastard killed Libby.

Makes it personal.
So, no, we do what Markus says.

We form a line east of here
and we just hang back,

see what happens.

You agree?

Yeah, makes sense.

I read a book once.

It said that we'd reached
the end of history,

that everything big
or important that was going to happen

had already happened.

If that's true,
maybe the years since the Big Death

was like... the world
resetting itself,

and now history's
starting all over again.

I think that's maybe why
my watch started up again.

There's a word
in Latin for it.

I heard it once,
a long time ago,

for the time
between when a king dies and the new king takes over.

"Inter..." something,
I don't know.

- Interregnum.
- That's the one.

Maybe that's what
the last 16 years have been,

an interregnum.

- Once, I read about--
- You have to tell Jeremiah.

Tell him what?

The truth,
about what happened to Libby.

Jeremiah's not stupid.

He knows
you're hiding something,

and that's getting
in the way of us

doing what we're
going to have to do.

If I tell him that she
was working for Daniel, he'll never believe me.

He'll kill me.

The thing is,
I could live with the "He'll kill me" part

better than I could knowing
that he'll never believe me.

Saying that I could live
with him killing me is a bit of an oxymoron, but...

I believe you.

And I got your back.

- I can't.
- You can,

and you will,

or I will.

Jeremiah's right.

Sooner or later,
Sims is going to come,

probably sooner,
and when he comes,

he's going to bring
a lot of his close personal friends

with him, and I don't...

Look, I don't know
what's going to happen when that day comes,

but I do know this,
I have never lied to Jeremiah,

and I feel like
I'm lying to him now by staying silent,

and before he
goes face to face with this guy,

he has the right
to know the truth,

to know what he...
might get himself killed over.

But now's not a good time.
I mean, with everything that's going on...

It's never a good time
for the truth.

You tell him or I will.

You got till tomorrow night.

The reconnaissance
chopper's away.

Base to Recon One.

Can you see anything
on the infrared?

Negative. Running cold
on all fronts.

It's hard to navigate in here
with all the canyon winds.

That's the problem
with this region.

It's full of caves,
switchbacks,

pockets you could hide
a whole platoon inside.

Thunder Mountain
was designed to fight a nuclear war,

to hit targets
8,000 miles away,

not an enemy parked
right on our front door.

Stand by.
I'm picking something up.

Confirmed.
We've got a hot spot. Coordinates 14 by 4--

Missile. Shit!

We've got incoming.
Taking evasive action.

I can't shake it.
I can't shake it.

It's coming
right up on my tail, it's right on top of me.

It's going to hit!

Heat seekers.

They have heat seekers.

Markus, it doesn't matter.

We can keep those doors closed
for months if we have to.

We've got food, water, energy,

and several hundred
heavily armed recruits

ready to go the moment
we open those doors.

We can wait them out.

Can we, Lee?

I'm not so sure.

I'm not so sure at all.

Who's there?

Daniel says hello.

Daniel says the key
to defeating Thunder Mountain is to wall them in.

We have more troops,
more guns, more training, more resources on the ground.

The mountain started too late.

They have only one advantage,
air power.

We haven't been able
to bring planes and choppers to bear on this

because they've been
sitting outside, rotting, for 16 years,

but the helicopters
in here are still in working condition.

If we can ground those
choppers to keep Markus from using them outside,

we win.
It's a sure deal.

So when the time comes,
and the attack begins,

we must make sure
that nothing goes wrong

by keeping them
too busy on the inside

to even think
of going outside.

Sir?

You said to come and get you
when we're ready to move out.

Do you ever read
much poetry, John?

Poetry?

No, sir.

It's not exactly my thing.

No, I haven't been much
of a "poetry" kind of guy.

Too bad.

I am.

Well, not that there's
anything wrong with it.

Just myself, personally,
I've never read a lot of poetry, sir.

So the name
San Juan de la Cruz means nothing to you?

Pretty much.

Is he a poet?

"The conditions
of a solitary bird are five.

The first, that it flies
to the highest point.

The second, that it does not
suffer for company,

not even of its own kind.

The third,
that it aims its beak

to the skies.

The fourth,
that it does not have a definite color.

The fifth, that it sings...

very softly."

You know that nothing
in there rhymes, right?

Tell the others
I'll be right there.

Yes, sir.

You look like a man
with a lot on his mind.

Anything new
from the world outside?

We got a report
a little while ago.

Some of Daniel's forces
were seen in a town 30 miles south from here.

Well, that's great.
We finally know where they are.

No, we don't.

But you just said that you--

According to the report,

they saw 10 soldiers
in two trucks.

They came through town,
made a lot of noise, and left,

only to come back
a second time an hour later.

No, these guys
wanted to be seen.

So you're saying
it's a diversion.

Probably.

But you can't be sure.

My gut tells me
they want us to go on a wild goose chase,

divide our forces
more than they already are.

These guys are smart.

This is a setup
for something bigger.

You think they'll come here?

I don't know. Maybe.

Is that what you'd do?

Yeah, I would.

I would tie up the mountain,

make it difficult
to coordinate defenses,

make sure the choppers
couldn't get in the air,

and then I would strike here,

right in the heart
of what we're trying to build.

A symbolic victory
on top of the real one.

Something like that.

Excuse me,
I got to do something.

See, the thing about symbols

is they work both ways.

Let 'em come.

And for 10 minutes,
not one other word was spoken

by anyone.

Markus, we've got
someone on the line

who wants to talk to you.

- I'm busy.
- It's Sims.

This is Markus Alexander.

Identify yourself.

You know who this is.

What do you want?

We are on
the precipice of great and terrible things, Markus.

A great many lives
will be lost or saved, depending on you.

Go on. I'm listening.

My forces

are 10,000 strong, Markus,

and more are coming
to join us all the time.

It could be altogether possible

for you to mount
a defense with similar numbers,

but ask yourself,

how many will die
on the day our two sides meet?

So what do you propose?

All in good time.

I just wanted to
put those numbers in front of you,

remind you of
the consequences, should all come to a head.

Keep this line open.

I'll be in touch
with the rest of it when the time's right.

He's got a card up his sleeve,
something we don't know about.

I want everything
double and triple checked.

Make sure our weapons
are up to snuff.

Whatever he has
in mind, I don't want to get caught napping.

I'm ready.

Something wrong?

What is it?

There's something
you need to hear, Jeremiah.

When I first
got into the church,

I heard them talking,
something about a radio.

At first,
I didn't even know it was Libby,

but when
I saw her and she walked up to Sims, and...

I wanted to see you.

Daniel appreciates
everything you've done.

She was working for him
the whole time,

watching us,

using you.

She said no one
would believe me

because of the way I am.

And she had a gun.

We both did.

I tried to talk to her.

I tried to get through to her,

and I thought I did,
for just a moment,

and then she turned...

I didn't even...

I didn't even know
I'd hit her at first. I just fired blind,

and when I went up
afterwards to see...

I couldn't do anything.

There was nothing.

You killed her.

She was working for Sims.

- Jeremiah, no.
- You're lying. I'll kill you!

Get off! Fuck!

Smith! You are going to die!

No. Smith, go.
Get out of here! go!

Let me go, Kurdy!

Jeremiah, I'm sorry.

God damn you!

If I could've done anything--

Smith, get out of here!

Unit four,
moving into position.

You copy, unit two?

Confirmed, we're on it.

Boss says we have to be
in position by midnight.

Yeah?

It's me.

Yeah, I figured.
What do you want?

Particularly nasty weather
we're having, Markus.

Not that you'd know,
I suppose,

being stuck in that steel
and concrete hole in the ground.

Well, it's a perfect day
in here.

No snow. No rain. No you.

What more can a man ask for?

There's blood on the wind,
Markus Alexander.

A lot of people
are going to die.

How do you propose
we stop that?

I want you to know

I have been authorized
to accept your surrender.

In return, I can offer
immunity for your men,

provided they pledge
allegiance to Daniel.

I'm giving you
a chance to walk away while you still can.

That's funny. I was going to
give you the same offer.

Our forces will be within
striking distance very soon.

We have you
outnumbered, outgunned,

Thunder Mountain
locked down, impotent.

There's no point
to this fight, Markus.

We have no desire
to slaughter your people.

Daniel says--

Daniel doesn't exist.

I don't believe
I heard you correctly.

There is no Daniel.

His image, his voice,
his history,

it was all created
by other people.

You're in service to a lie.

I suppose you can prove this?

All in time.

I'll get all the proof we need,

or you can get it yourself.

You can ask to see him.

Ah, he's a busy man.

Of course.

I guess that's why
he's never met in person

the one man
who is in charge of his army.

If I were you, I'd be
asking myself this question.

How this guy in
a concrete hole in the ground

knows that you've
never met Daniel?

Unless he doesn't exist.

If a beautiful woman
tells you you're handsome,

does it matter
if it's true or not?

You stand a little straighter,
feel a little taller in your shoes.

You don't turn away
from the mirror quite as quickly as you used to.

What I found has
given me purpose, a focus,

a divine mission.

I know someone
who'd disagree with you.

This conversation
is over, Markus.

I've given you a way out.

Stand down

and we will show you
we are merciful.

Stand against us,

we will sweep down on you
like a mighty wind.

We will erase you
and everyone you love.

Your choice.

How did it go?

He said about
what I thought he would say.

Which raises the question,
why say it at all?

In war,
you have two choices, fight or surrender.

He didn't give us any options
we didn't already have.

Well, maybe he wanted
to distract us.

Keep us focused
on the threat outside

so we don't think
about anything closer to home,

because in the last 24 hours,

I've found over
a dozen examples of sabotage.

Cars, trucks, equipment,
you name it.

Could be just one guy,
could be a lot.

Either way, we've got trouble
outside and in.

You okay?

Yeah.

I know you don't want
to believe it, Jeremiah.

I don't want to
believe it either, but it all tracks.

I didn't want to believe it.

Why would anybody
want to believe it?

I wanted to prove
it wasn't true,

that he was lying,

so I went upstairs.
I was looking around.

She had a radio
hidden in her closet.

God damn, man.

Look, you know...

It doesn't matter who pulled
the trigger that night.

It doesn't. It was still Sims
who killed her.

He pulled her in,

he turned her out,

he got her working for him.

He's the one
responsible for this.

All Smith was doing
was trying to protect himself.

If he hadn't fired back,
he'd be dead right now

and we would have
somebody in our camp

- that we couldn't trust.
- I know.

- We can't afford that.
- I know.

I don't want
to see Smith right now.

I don't want to see him,
I don't want to hear his name, even knowing what I know,

I can't guarantee
what'll happen.

You got it.

You see, that's the thing
about guys like Sims,

they corrupt
everything they touch.

Since day one...

everything that
we loved or cared about,

they either killed it
or turned it against us.

No more.

Tried to cut our head off
by taking out the mountain.

First chance I get,
Sims is a dead man.

Hey.

Jeremiah's going
to need some time.

You know?

I appreciate what you did.

If you wouldn't
have been there,

there would just be
a Smith-shaped smear on the carpet.

So what do I do from here?

Well, he doesn't want
to see you for a while.

Maybe a long while,

probably not
until Sims is dead,

and I think that's
the only thing that's going to even things out,

let him move on,
get on with his life.

You know?

Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

Where are you going?

For a walk.
Take care of something.

You heading out?-Yep.

When are you coming back,
so I can tell the guards?

Right after I kill someone.

How are you doing?

I'm better.

I've just got to get past this.

I know that now.

Anyway, I've got
this thing working.

Some kind of communication's
coming in,

but it's in code.

Might come in handy later.

Big time.
Thank you.

Yeah.

Look, Kurdy,
what I said to Smith...

The thing is,
I believe you,

and if you believe him,
that's good enough for me.

He got shot doing something
I could never have done myself,

and I know that.

So if he's around...

He's not.

He took off
sometime during the night.

Where the hell did he go?

I don't know, man.

I've asked around.
Nobody's seen him.

I just hope
he stays out of trouble.

You tried to kill me.

You understand
I'm inclined to take that

rather personally.

Are you working all alone,

or have others come with you?

Are you on orders
to try and kill me,

or did you come up
with this fanciful notion entirely by yourself?

You cannot touch me.

You cannot hurt me.

No?

Then what do you call all this?

Besides damned entertaining?

You know,
it's hard to be sure,

'cause it was dark
when we first met,

and now your face
is a bit reminiscent of five pounds

of ground round,

but I do believe

I've seen your face before.

You're that fellow
who thinks he gets messages from god.

Where is your god now,
little man?

Why would he allow you
to be captured,

beaten, turned over
to his enemies unless...

he has forsaken you?

Why don't you ask him yourself
when you see him?

I don't think
you'll have to wait long.

I ask you,
what kind of a man sends an insane person

to attempt an assassination?

At the very least,
send somebody respectable.

I consider this downright rude.

He's not worth a bullet.

I should fillet him,

but he's too small
for the frying pan,

well below the legal limit.

Throw him back in the water.

Time we were on our way.

Tell the group captains

we'll hook up at Four Roads,
dawn, Friday.

Then we go in.

We've got a war to win.