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| - No.
- Yeah.
- I don't think so.
- What happened?
- But how?
- Ok.
- Looking for you.
- No! No!
- So we meet again.
- Mom?
- Yes, sir.
- Aah!
- Octavia!
- Reapers!
- Welcome to Mount Weather. You’re not prisoners. We saved you.
- Just like that?
- Fire! Fire!
- Jasper.
- Wait.
- What do we do?
- Previously on "the 100"...
- Did you know about this?
- Clarke.
- Sir?
- Lead the way.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Come on.
- This place is too good to be true.
- Open the gate.
- I know that look. Don't even think about it. It’s too dangerous.
- You sure about this? Look at her. I know you like her, but her blood is about to go into your body.
- You’re sorry? Finn and Murphy are out there looking for your daughter with guns you gave us, and now she's home, you're just going to abandon them? If you can't spare the guards, we know the terrain, we have a map. We can do it ourselves.
- Whoa. What... ? Radiation. There’s a containment breach.
- I told you. The Grounders don't have us. How long have I been asleep?
- You’re not. You're smart. You can't make her come back.
- Wait. What does that mean? Is there a non-standard treatment?
- Monty’s right. She'd go after me. But why am I so scared to do the same thing?
- They could be underground. We wait till dark. Then we go in.
- Finn, don't do this. Let’s just walk out of here while we still can, ok? Finn. Please.
- What if we're too late, huh? They’re probably already dead. We need to... Take it easy.
- Finn and Murphy are headed for Lincoln's village. I’ve been there. Have you? Has she?
- How long until chocolate cake turns into being hung upside down and drained for their blood?
- She thinks that because of what she's been through she's changed, but she's still just a kid.
- I’m gonna get you out of here. Our only chance is if we fight together. I know my people will help.
- Look, just because their clothes are here, doesn't mean anything.
- Hey. My mom's in surgery and the team going after Kane just left. We should, too.
- Last time I saw you, you were closing the dropship door. It had to be done.
- The air filtration system malfunctioned, but the containment system worked.
- We know nothing about these people in Mount Weather. Their numbers, their capabilities. We need to proceed carefully.
- The guy with one eye? Maybe because you had a gun to his head, Finn.
- That’s enough. Both of you. We all have jobs to do. Mine is to be obeyed.
- I thought they were dead. I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead.
- That’s because she's no longer here. Clarke ran away. I tried to convince her that she was safe here, but she couldn't stop looking for enemies when she was among friends.
- Abby, I...
- Abby. I’m sorry. We need you in medical.
- About 10 hours.
- Absolutely not.
- And Lincoln. Think we've slept long enough.
- And you believe him?
- Artigas.
- At least we know he can talk. I wish I could.
- Bellamy.
- Byrne? No one leaves this camp.
- Can we speak with you outside, please?
- Can’t. They'll kill our people.
- Clarke, please. You need to rest.
- Could I come back?
- Did you find Octavia?
- Did you get any sleep?
- Distraction? Not bad.
- Don’t worry. I'm a coward.
- Don’t worry. The first dose is the worst.
- Finn and Bellamy?
- Finn!
- Finn! Finn! Finn! Finn, come on! We need to go!
- Get her to medical.
- Get off me!
- Go. I'll catch up.
- Grounders?
- It’s ok. I'll sleep when we find Finn. You haven't seen him, Clarke. Losing you, the others, the war, it changed him. He executed the Grounder that drew us the map. Pulled the trigger without even blinking and walked away.
- Handled.
- He'll recover, as I assured you he would.
- Help! Help! Help!
- Her recovery is miraculous.
- Hey, Finn, Finn! Come on!
- Hey…
- How is the patient?
- How many are with you?
- How much ammo do we have?
- I can't just let her die! Let’s do this.
- I could make her better.
- I count 26.
- I don't know what you're talk...
- I don't know! Ah!
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