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- No.
- 10.0
- Who are you?
- Take this.
- Yeah.
- Yes.
- Chancellor on deck.
- No!
- Thank you.
- What is that?
- How?
- [Gunshot]
- [Raven grunts]
- Aargh!
- I'm here
- Where are you going?
- Let's go.
- Water.
- Bad idea.
- Aah!
- Previously on "The 100"...
- Sorry.
- I am.
- Launch!
- They're alive.
- Lincoln!
- We need to do this now.
- [door opens]
- 183600.0
- What the hell is this?
- Murphy!
- What are you gonna do?
- Oh, my God.
- What is?
- Take him away and kill him.
- We had to stop the attack.
- You started a war that you don't know how to end.
- You stopped nothing.
- Have you tried not saving it?
- You have no idea what your people have done.
- [Groaning]
- We're too late.
- [Sniffles]
- You're wrong, Kane. There is one. We call it the Ark. Sinclair, please tell us what would happen if we use the thrusters that keep the Ark in orbit to propel us into the atmosphere instead.
- Hey, hey, hey. He would have killed us. You did what you had to do. We all have.
- [Panting] Why... why would they keep them alive? I swear to God, the more we learn about this place, the less we know.
- Isn't that what you said? That you were just giving the people what they wanted, right?
- Bellamy's right. If we leave, we may never find a place as safe as this. And God knows, in this world, we could be faced with something even worse tomorrow. But that doesn't change the simple fact that if we stay here, we will die tonight. So pack your things. Just take what you can carry, now. Where is he?
- Finn. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I don't understand how...
- Good question. By keeping out of the Earth's gravitational pull.
- They're coming back. Finn, come on. We've got to go. Get up, get up.
- No, it's not. You know what'll happen to me if you tell Bellamy.
- Yeah, well, in case you haven't noticed, you're not exactly in control right now.
- Wait. If you never were down here, how'd you map it?
- Sir, is it wise to waste rations when we don't know for sure?
- I'm fine. Just a misfire. Now stop worrying about me and get back to work, all of you... And tell Raven to hurry her ass up.
- Sir, we've run every scenario twice. There are no more options. I would really like to be with my wife...
- Abby, BP is dropping down to 96 over 55. Never should've opened her back up.
- Murphy! Murphy, if you even touch Jasper, I swear to God, you're dead.
- She's gonna hate me forever. She blames me for her father's death. I'll never get to make that right now... Never get to hug her. Can't protect her anymore.
- The other stations saw this and wanted to be together, too.
- Yes. I have a patient. She was hurt in the bomb blast. I need to go.
- Yeah. Put that on our to-do list. But from now on, no shooting, you got me?
- I'm gonna lead them away. Wait until they follow me, then run. For Octavia.
- My archers are in the trees with orders to kill anyone hostile. You're not hostile, are you, Tristan?
- Locks from above. Forget it. I give you an order, you follow it, right?
- Hey... I told you, we're going after Finn, Clarke, and Monty in the morning.
- What are you two doing over there? Come on. Let's rehearse for the Unity Day pageant.
- Lincoln saved my life. He killed one of his own people to do it.
- I'm working as fast as I can. The wires for the door are mixed in with the ignition system. Sparking the wrong one would be bad.
- Save her for what? She'll be dead in two days. We all will. She's crashing.
- [on walkie-talkie] All gunners! We got movement outside the south wall!
- All you have to do is let him go, and I'll take his place.
- A signal fire.
- All right. Now get up and toss it over.
- And I told you, nobody leaves this camp.
- Another amp of epi. Starting CPR. Come on.
- Anya, look! Over there.
- At ease, Sinclair. Anything to report?
- Bell! Hold on! Yeah! Bell, breathe!
- Bell, we're not prepared.
- Bell, you're scaring people.
- Bellamy! Do you copy?
- Bellamy, don't do this. Don't do this.
- Bellamy, if you do this, he'll kill you.
- Breathe! Can you breathe?
- But we do know for sure.
- Clarke and Finn! They're back!
- Clarke, come on.
- Clarke, leaving here is a mistake.
- Clarke, we need to keep moving.
- Clarke. I love you. I'm in love with you.
- Clarke. The carts.
- Come on! Good. You're ok. You're ok.
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