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(LOW RUMBLING EXPLOSIONS)
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Subtitles by explosiveskull
SHRIKE: 60 minutes is all it took
for the Ancients to bring humanity
to the brink of extinction.
Those who survived mobilized their settlements
to begin life anew upon a poisoned Earth.
In the hunt for food and fuel, the weak perished,
and the strong grew ever more powerful.
Until a new age arose,
the Age of the Great Predator Cities of the West.
(DEVICE WHIRRING)
(QUIET PANTING)
(WIND GUSTING SOFTLY)
(PANTING)
(DISTANT RUMBLING)
(DEVICE WHIRRING)
♪ ♪
(TOOLS BUZZING, LIVELY CHATTER)
Two.
MAN: Vestin Al-Ga Gustanee.
Osh alga. Aye. Osh alga.
♪ ♪
MAN: Osh alga kasht du mara Khazak.
(PANTING)
(SIREN BLARING)
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): Predator! Predator city!
Six miles and closing!
(GASPS)
(PANICKED CHATTER)
MAN: Leave it behind! Let's go!
Leaving!
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTING, PANTING)
(ENGINES CHUGGING, SMOKESTACKS BOOMING)
BÜRGERMEISTER: Hurry! Fire up the engines!
Move it, Dietrich! Fire them up!
DIETRICH: Crank all engines.
- Come on! Come on! - DIETRICH: Engine one is down!
BÜRGERMEISTER: Switch to auxiliaries.
- (ENGINES SPUTTERING) - Hurry! Hurry!
♪ ♪
(CROWD CHEERING)
♪ ♪
- Start them up! - Full throttle!
- (PANICKED CHATTER) - Yew sahk!
(ENGINES SPUTTERING)
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING, SMOKESTACKS BOOMING)
(ENGINES CHUGGING)
(NERVOUS CHATTER)
(GRUNTS)
- Full power. - (GRUNTS)
(EXPLOSIVE WHOOSH)
(GRUNTS)
(CROWD SHOUTING AND CHEERING)
- (CHEERING CONTINUES) - London!
♪ ♪
ENGINEER: Five, six...
NAVIGATOR: Lord Mayor on deck.
- Lord Mayor. - Mr. Valentine.
- What have we got? - Small Bavarian mining town,
powered by C-20 land engines.
Usual store of brick, coal and iron.
And 75 tons of salt.
Barely enough fuel to last us a week.
We've left the safety of Britain,
we've crossed the land bridge, for what?
To feed upon the scraps of Europe.
- Run it down. - Aye, aye, sir.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(ELECTRICAL WHIRRING)
(GRUNTS)
(HEAVY RUMBLING AND WHIRRING)
They're gaining on us.
Empty the silos.
All of them.
Do it!
MAN: Get down there!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(CLANKING, CREAKING)
♪ ♪
(CHEERING)
(CROWD SHOUTING AND CHEERING)
It's madness out there.
You'd think they've never seen a chase before.
Well, it has been a while, sir.
- Morning, Clytie. - Morning, Dr. Pomeroy.
The news is not good from the Hall of Ceramics.
I'm afraid we've suffered some casualties.
- Damn these bloody vibrations. - (RUMBLING, CREAKING)
- Oh. - Steady on, Arkie.
No, no, no, no, d-don't worry about me.
We're about to lose our American deities.
KATHERINE: Excuse me, Dr. Pomeroy?
Good morning, Miss Valentine.
I've been waiting outside the Manuscripts Room
for quite some time.
Your 9:00?
I do apologize.
This is not good enough.
Where the hell is Tom?
- Coming through! - CROWD: London! London!
- (GASPS) - Watch yourself!
- Whoa! - Watch it!
- (HORN BEEPS) - Whoa!
(CHUCKLES)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
Sorry. Sorry.
- CROWD: London! London! London! - (PANTING)
("LONDON!" CHANT CONTINUES)
♪ ♪
Give me everything you have.
(GRUNTING)
They're heading for the foothills.
- Stay on course. - Sir?
Stay on course.
(GRUNTING)
- (GRUNTS) - (SCREAMING, PANICKED CHATTER)
(GRUNTING)
Take the shot.
(PANTING)
MAN: Incoming!
(SCREAMING, YELLING)
(GRUNTS)
(GASPS)
(CHEERING)
Yes! Yes!
Well done, everyone.
- Prepare to ingest. - Aye, aye, sir.
(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER SPEAKER)
(ELECTRICAL WHIRRING)
♪ ♪
(RATTLING, CREAKING)
♪ ♪
(PANTING, GRUNTING)
Ah, Mr. Natsworthy. Nice of you to join us.
I'm so sorry I'm late, sir.
You look nice. Have you had a haircut?
- I don't want to hear it, Tom. - Is that new cologne?
You're already on your third warning.
This is your last.
MALE ANNOUNCER (OVER SPEAKER): Citizens of Salzhaken,
welcome to London.
Bring only your personal possessions with you.
Old tech is to be deposited in the bins provided.
Citizens of Salzhaken, welcome to London.
WOMAN: All right, then. Follow me.
TOM: So, you're studying the end of the Ancients?
What I really need are firsthand accounts
of the Sixty Minute War.
Journals, books, personal papers.
Very few written records survived during that period.
It may very well be they forgot
how to read and write altogether.
But if it's the Sixty Minute War you're after,
follow me.
Just give us a minute.
Strange to think this is what it looked like.
21st century? Yep.
KATHERINE: It's so different.
Yeah, well, that's what happens when the Earth's crust
gets shattered into a thousand pieces.
Check this out.
- Did you make this? - Yeah.
- Bits of old scrap tech I found. - (CHUCKLES)
The power system was a little bit tricky, but luckily,
I got my man Matthew there limbered up and ready to go.
(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
(WHIRRING, STATIC CRACKLING)
This is what I wanted to show you.
(KATHERINE GASPS)
TOM: It's a quantum energy weapon.
There were dozens of them all over the globe.
My God.
They called it Medusa.
How can a society so advanced, so scientific, be so stupid?
Well, no more stupid than people today.
They just had far worse weapons
and far more sophisticated control systems.
What a nightmare.
Well, the Ancients felt the same way.
That's why they created this little fella.
A crash drive to shut down the weapon.
Doesn't this stuff creep you out?
Let me tell you something.
We come across dangerous tech
that's in way better condition than this junk all the time.
Now, I've noticed that pieces have started to go missing.
I notified my boss, who notified his boss,
and of course nothing happened,
so I decided to take a few precautions of my own.
(EXHALES)
TOM: All of it is viable weapons-grade tech.
(GASPS QUIETLY)
- KATHERINE: God help us. - TOM: The next time we cross
the marshlands, I'm tossing the entire bloody lot
over the side.
Just let it sink to the bottom of a swamp
where no one will ever find it.
Miss Valentine. You should have told me you were coming.
I would have laid something on for you.
Hello, Herbert.
What are you still doing here, Natsworthy?
You're on gut duty.
No, I'm assisting Miss Valentine.
Not anymore.
- You've been demoted. - What?
- Uh, by who? - By me.
You're just a skivvy from the lower tiers
with no family and no prospects.
If those dim-witted spanner-heads
beat you to the bins again,
you'll be back to cleaning the bogs.
Chop-chop.
Well, it's been lovely chatting.
I have to go.
(CHUCKLES): It's rush hour. He'll never make it.
Wait! Tom!
(HERBERT SIGHS)
Tom, wait!
- I can get you down there. - You what?
I can get you down there.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
ANNOUNCER (OVER SPEAKER): Citizens of Salzhaken,
welcome to London.
- (GRUNTING, YELLING) - Bring only your
personal possessions with you.
Old tech is to be deposited in the bins provided.
- (ANNOUNCEMENT TONES PLAY OVER SPEAKER) -Uh...
- Okay. - MAN: Hey.
- WOMAN: Excuse me. - Sorry.
I'm with her.
I don't know, I'm with her.
- Come on through. - Really? (CHUCKLES)
On you go.
Sorry about that.
TOM: And that's it? We're through?
KATHERINE (CHUCKLES): Just like that.
ANNOUNCER (OVER SPEAKER): Stay in your allocated line.
Possession of any form of weapon is strictly prohibited.
Hold up, hold up. What's this, then?
- We'll have that. - Incomers failing to follow instructions
will be detained.
♪ ♪
So, what's the rush?
Well, got to get down there
and go through all the artifacts taken off the catch.
And anything of historical importance goes to the museum.
But if I'm late, the gut workers
shovel everything into the furnaces.
All they care about is feeding the beast.
(RHYTHMIC CHUGGING)
ANNOUNCER: ...failing to follow instructions
- will be detained. - No, no weapons allowed.
- You cannot treat us like this! - You stupid? No weapons.
ANNOUNCER: ...must be presented for inspection.
Be aware, children may be
temporarily separated from parents.
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): Nether Borough Station.
Disembark here for Digestion Yards,
Incomer Processing and Main Engine Rooms.
Mind the drop.
They still haven't caught her?
KATHERINE: Who, Anna Fang?
TOM: Yeah.
Bloody Anti-Tractionist.
Should be locked up, in my opinion.
MAN: Next one. Move it.
What about you, eh? What are you hiding?
Yeah, all right. Go through.
Next.
- You there. - ANNOUNCER: Incomers failing
to follow instructions will be detained.
All belongings must be presented for inspection.
KATHERINE: We're the enemy.
Anti-Tractionists loathe everything we stand for.
Yeah, what, like progress?
But it's not progress, not to them.
To them, our way of life is unsustainable.
- They see Tractionism as a... - Oh, oh!
- (KATHERINE GASPS) - Careful.
Oh, Bevis, mate.
Your tools are all over the floor.
I'm so sorry.
You all right, Tom?
- On bins again? - Yeah.
- What are you doing down here? - Waste chute maintenance.
I got it. Just leave it.
I really am sorry. I didn't see you.
Why would you?
Bevis, this is Katherine...
Yeah, I know who she is. Catch you later.
TOM: No, no, no, you don't!
Stop! Oh, no, no, no.
Stop! Stop!
That is a Sunbeam TA200.
That's a classic Radiant Control
double-slice toaster with automatic bread ejection.
All right? We have to...
And you've lost the knob.
Oh, for Quirke's sake.
VALENTINE: Someone knows their small appliances.
Here.
Very, very nice.
I've dug up a few of these in my time,
but none as good as this.
Couple of small dents, a little bit of tarnishing.
Springs gone, but they always are.
Yeah, well...
That is far better than anything
in the museum's current collection.
Well done.
That's high praise coming from you, sir.
You know, I-I just want to say, I-I've read all your books.
- KATHERINE: Oh, don't encourage him. - I...
His head's quite big enough.
- (CHUCKLES) - Hi, Dad.
(VALENTINE LAUGHING)
(GASPS SOFTLY)
(KATHERINE LAUGHS)
VALENTINE: Kate, what are you doing here?
- I thought you were going to the museum. - I did.
That's where I bumped into Tom.
Tom.
Tom Natsworthy, isn't it?
Yes, it is.
I knew your parents.
They were lovely people.
- First-class historians, both. - MAN: Excuse me.
I thought you had plans to be an aviator.
Oh, yeah, I was, but then I gave it all up.
I mean, history's more my thing, sir.
KATHERINE: I'm surprised they called you
down here for such a small catch.
Don't underestimate what's buried
out there in the salt flats.
These... these mining towns have a way
of digging up really interesting...
...old tech.
- No way. - What is that?
That is a fusion inverter cell.
Incredibly rare and really dangerous.
And you know the Guild of Engineers nicked all the ones
we had in store at the museum just a few months ago?
Pomeroy was furious.
Well, they won't get their hands on this one.
I'll make sure it's disposed of properly.
Engineers, eh? They think they run the place.
They don't know what they're playing with.
- Fire. - Sorry?
They're playing with fire.
- I said get your hands off! - (CROWD CLAMORING)
Never!
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
VALENTINE: Oi!
- What's going on? - (COUGHING)
(GROANING)
Take this gentleman to the medics.
I want that man on a charge.
- (GUARDS GRUNTING) - Move it.
That should never have happened; you all deserve
to be treated with dignity and respect.
You will be given food,
- shelter and employment. - (CROWD MURMURING)
A chance to build a future,
- make a new life. - (APPLAUSE)
Hey! Watch out!
HESTER: Valentine.
This is for my mother.
- (GRUNTS) - (VALENTINE GROANS)
This is for Pandora Shaw.
(GASPING)
Dad!
(PANTING)
(VALENTINE GRUNTS)
- (FIERCE GRUNT) - No!
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING AND GROANING)
(ALARM BLARING)
(EXHALES)
- There! - Come on.
- Down here! - Hey, you!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
No! Stop her!
Hey, come back here! Stop!
Get out of the way!
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
Dad!
- Stay here. - (KATHERINE GASPS)
(GRUNTS)
(CROWD CLAMORING)
(GRUNTS)
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
(GRUNTS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS, PANTS)
(GRUNTS)
No! No!
Wait!
(GRUNTS)
Come on! (GRUNTS)
Come on!
(GRUNTS, SIGHS)
(MACHINERY WHIRRING)
♪ ♪
(RUMBLING)
- No! (GRUNTS) - (GASPING)
TOM: I've got you.
(GRUNTS) Let go of me!
VALENTINE: Tom!
Tom?
Look at me. Look at me.
This is what he does when you get in his way.
Ask him why he murdered my mother.
Ask him about Hester Shaw.
- (GRUNTS) - (TOM YELLS)
No. No!
(PANTING)
I-I tried. I-I tried to stop her.
It's not your fault.
She was saying the craziest things,
- and then she just... - What did she say?
- You-you need a doctor. - No, no.
What did she say, Tom?
She said you murdered her mother.
Murder?
That's an ugly word.
I'm sorry you had to hear that.
Yeah.
Well, I should go.
Yeah, you should.
(SCREAMING)
KATHERINE: Dad!
Dad. (PANTING)
It's all right. It's all right. I'm okay. I'll be okay.
I'll be okay.
Kate, I'm sorry. There was nothing I could do.
What do you mean?
They were fighting, Tom and the girl.
The railing broke.
MAN: Coming through!
♪ ♪
(AIRSHIP BUZZING)
(ENGINES CHUGGING)
I'm sorry about Tom.
I really am.
We have airships out there looking.
If he's alive, we'll find him.
- What is it? - The girl.
Who was she?
Honestly, I don't know.
Been wondering about that myself.
She knew you.
I've never seen her in my life before.
I thought maybe she was an Anti-Tractionist.
God knows they hate us enough.
I know you want to believe
that Traction Cities and static settlements
can live together in peace, but it'll never happen.
- You don't know that. - Then why do they hide
behind the Shield Wall, hoarding their resources?
They mean to see us starve out here, Kate.
Never underestimate their will to destroy us.
There will never be peace with Shan Guo.
This is ruined. I'll get rid of it.
(ENGINE WHIRRING)
(PANTING QUIETLY)
(GROANING)
Ow, my head.
(TOM GRUNTING)
(COUGHS)
(GROANS)
What?
(GASPS)
(GROANS)
Wait.
(COUGHING)
What's going on?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on, hang on.
You see, you-you can't just leave me here.
HESTER: You shouldn't have followed me.
TOM: I didn't follow you.
I fell.
He pushed me.
Hey.
Wait.
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS) Oh, for Quirke's sake.
Oi.
I'm talking to you.
Hello?
What am I supposed to do, eh?
Where am I supposed to go?
- I need to get back on London. - Six months!
- Just take it easy. - Six months it took me to get on that city.
I had one shot at Valentine, and you ruined it.
Okay. All right. All right.
(BOTH SIGH)
I have money.
- No, you don't. - (COINS JINGLING)
(GROANS)
Please.
Please help me get back on London.
Help me find a trading town. You'll never see me again.
CROME: We're running low on food, fuel, basic resources.
We can't survive out here much longer.
We should never have gone into Europe.
Biggest mistake we ever made.
Well, we have other options.
Ah, yes. Your long-awaited energy project.
- It'll work. - I've heard that before.
I just need a little more time.
Always so sure of yourself.
Thaddeus Valentine, the great archaeologist.
Man of the people.
One of the reasons I took you in,
why I allowed an outsider from nowhere
to have power above his station.
But my patience is wearing thin.
I raised you up.
I can tear you down.
(DEVICE TRILLS)
How can you stand him?
He's afraid.
He's trying to hang on to a way of life
that doesn't exist anymore.
Municipal Darwinism.
It's a dying system.
Prey has all but gone.
Soon, there'll be nothing left.
I'm trying to build this city a future,
but Crome's stuck in the past.
KATHERINE: Where are you going?
Dad, you can't go to work.
I'm fine, Kate.
You're not fine. You're injured.
You need to rest.
I've spent 15 years developing this power system.
I'm not having Magnus Crome or Hester Shaw stop me now.
Who's Hester Shaw?
No one.
No one you know.
♪ ♪
(TOM GROANS)
TOM: Could you slow down, please?
HESTER: You want to find a trading town?
- Keep moving. - (TOM GROANS)
- TOM: My feet hurt. - HESTER: Get used to it.
That's what I like about you.
Your boundless sense of empathy.
- What did you say? - Nothing. I...
You're right. Look, I-I talk too much.
Especially when I'm nervous.
But I'm not gonna talk anymore.
Zipped.
No more talking.
Don't worry about me.
I'm more than capable of looking after myself.
Might surprise you to learn that I was gonna be an aviator.
I have a faultless sense of direction.
All right.
Which way?
Oh.
My navigational instincts tell me...
...we should go...
(CLICKING TONGUE)
...that way.
That way, definitely.
Those tracks head south.
Yeah.
You never head south in the Outlands.
Not ever.
♪ ♪
(DOOR CREAKS AND BOOMS SHUT)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER, TOOLS CLANKING)
VALENTINE: I've reconfigured the metrics.
You can amplify the magnetic resonance
using materials on hand.
- What else do you need? - Several more weeks.
Unless you can find me more old tech.
All the old tech comes to you.
I'll need more than one to stabilize the isotopes.
Make it work.
I hear you suffered an injury this morning.
You never told me Pandora Shaw had a daughter.
She could be a problem.
She won't stop until I'm dead.
Unless you kill her first.
I received a message from Sharkmoor Prison this morning.
They claim to have captured a Stalker.
One of the Resurrected. A bounty killer gone rogue.
Well, it's no use to us. Too hard to control.
They say it was hunting something.
Or someone.
It appears the two of you share a common interest.
This thing is so fixated on its prey,
all it does is pound the walls of its cell,
shrieking her name.
Hester Shaw.
♪ ♪
- Where to, boss? - Sharkmoor Prison.
No fires.
Unless you want every Scav town
from here to Rustwater to find us.
(DIGGING, TOM SIGHS)
That, uh... that doesn't look clean enough to wash in.
- I-I wouldn't... - (SLURPS)
Oh, my God, that's disgusting.
Thirst will kill you before hunger. (SLURPS)
(GROANS)
It's either this or you can drink your own urine.
I'll take my chances.
(SIGHS)
"Best before 2118"?
It's an Inkie.
- It's over a thousand years old. - Doesn't matter.
The food of the Ancients never goes off. It's indestructible.
(SIGHS)
It's so quiet out here.
Doesn't that bother you?
I like the quiet.
I grew up with the sound of engines.
I've never known anything else.
It's funny, you know.
I've spent my whole life dreaming
of getting off London, seeing the world,
and now I'm out here, talking about drinking my own urine.
Careful what you wish for, eh?
I thought you wanted to be an aviator.
Oh, I did. But then my parents died.
Eight years ago now.
When Tier Four collapsed in the Big Tilt.
(SIGHS)
Yeah.
What about you?
Well, how old were you when your mother died?
- We're not gonna do this. - Do what?
We're not gonna tell each other our sad stories.
I can't help you.
And you can't help me.
(BRANCHES RUSTLING)
(YOUNG HESTER PANTING, WHIMPERING)
(SCREAMS)
(WHIMPERS, SCREAMS)
(GASPS)
- (PANTING) - (DISTANT CREAKING, WHIRRING)
TOM: Hello!
Hello! Over here!
- Tom. - Hey!
- Get down! - It's a trading town.
Look, look, look, look.
- (DISTANT SHOUTING) - Look.
HESTER: Oh, God.
They're Southies.
(CANNONS BOOMING)
(GASPS, GRUNTS)
(HESTER PANTING, TOM GRUNTS)
- That was close. - Too close.
- Get off me. - Oh.
HESTER: Run!
TOM: Whoa!
What the hell are Southies?
Scavs on a night hunt.
What are they hunting?
- Us. - (GRUNTS)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING OVER SPEAKER)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUES OVER SPEAKER)
(GRUNTS)
(TOM GROANS, SHOUTING CONTINUES)
(TOM GRUNTING)
(CANNONS BOOMING)
(YELLS)
(BOTH STRAINING)
I've got you.
Come on!
Hester? Hester!
(GRUNTS, WHIMPERS)
(CREAKING, RUMBLING)
Are you in one piece?
- Yes. - (SHUSHES)
Oh. Oh!
(RUMBLING FADES)
(HUMMING QUIETLY)
(DISTANT SHOUTING OVER SPEAKER)
(PANTING)
(HESTER WHIMPERS, GROANS)
Couple more seconds, and you'd have been fender meat.
Lucky for you, we was here. (GRUNTS)
(STEAM HISSING, ENGINE WHIRRING)
How bad is it?
(ENGINE POWERING UP)
(MR. WREYLAND GRUNTS)
(RUMBLING, STEAM HISSING)
(GRUNTS)
She needs a doctor.
No quacks here. Not on Scuttlebutt.
Could you take us to the nearest town?
- What? - Chipping Sodbury.
That'd be the nearest, wouldn't you say, Mr. Wreyland?
- I would, my love. - Well, go on, then.
Set a heading north. We must look after our guests.
Tea?
Don't mind if I do.
MRS. WREYLAND: I make it myself.
The algae's fresh.
Oh, it's actually not bad.
It's not bad. Bottoms up.
Funny you should say that.
We grow it in the runoff under the sewage room.
Oh, nasty. That's gonna leave a scar.
You don't need any more of those, do you, Petal?
(ENGINES CHUGGING)
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): Disembark here for Digestion Yards,
Incomer Processing and Main Engine Rooms.
Bevis. Bevis Pod. I need to speak to you.
- I can't help you. - Wha...?
The-the girl that attacked my father...
I don't know what you're talking about.
What do you mean? You were there.
You saw what happened.
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): Nether Borough Station.
Disembark here for
Digestion Yards, Incomer Processing...
Are you trying to get me arrested?
The first rule down here is: "Keep your mouth shut."
My father's in some kind of trouble.
He's lying to me. I need to know why.
Your father lies to a lot of people.
What's that supposed to mean?
Please. I just want to know the truth.
- No, you don't. - I promise you. My father's a good man.
- He would never do... - No, just stop. Stop.
He pushed him.
Your father pushed Tom off the city.
Why?
Why would he do that to Tom?
Because he got in the way.
BEVIS: It's a lie.
A cover-up.
They're building something in there.
Something they don't want anyone to see.
Excuse me, ma'am.
I tried to get inside,
but there are guards at every entrance.
There's no way in.
What if there was?
(RUMBLING, CLANKING)
MRS. WREYLAND: Here we are, then.
It's not the Lord Mayor's Suite at the Boggy Regis,
but it's better than a poke in the eye with a burnt stick.
Mm.
(TOM AND HESTER PANTING)
Make yourselves at home.
I'll be back bright and early to empty your slops.
- Thank you. - Not much of a talker, is she?
Your girlfriend.
Oh, no, no, no, no, she's not... she's not my girlfriend.
MRS. WREYLAND: Of course not.
Handsome boy like you.
You can do much better.
All right, well, good night, Mrs. Wreyland.
Oh, dear. There I go putting me foot in it.
- I didn't mean... - No, I know what you meant.
Look, you-you take the bed; I'll take the...
...floor.
(TOM GROANS)
This is all my fault.
I'm sorry.
I was eight.
I was eight years old when my mother died.
She was an archaeologist.
She loved traveling the world and digging up the past.
(BRUSHING)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
They're beautiful.
♪ ♪
HESTER: He used to visit all the time.
(LAUGHTER)
He'd spend hours
poring over the things that she had found.
(CHUCKLES)
Then one day...
everything changed.
She'd found something
on one of her digs in Lost America.
Something he wanted.
(GASPS)
- Pandora, what are you doing? - No. No. No.
What was it?
I don't know.
VALENTINE: Stop it! Don't do this!
PANDORA: Let go of me! (GRUNTS)
- VALENTINE: I'm taking it. - No.
(GRUNTS)
(YELLS)
(SCREAMS) Mom!
(CRYING): Mama.
Hester, take this.
Keep it safe.
- (VALENTINE GRUNTING) - (SCREAMS)
YOUNG HESTER: Mama!
But he killed her for it.
(BOTH GRUNT)
YOUNG HESTER: Mom! Mama!
(VALENTINE GRUNTS FIERCELY)
(SCREAMING)
(BLADE SLICES, YOUNG HESTER SCREAMS)
Run, Hester!
Hester!
HESTER: He would have killed me, too.
(CRYING)
But I got away.
♪ ♪
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
PIERREPOINT: We caught it on the edge of the marshlands.
- PRISONER: Please stop! - It had torn apart a whole town.
- Murdered them all. - (SCREAMS) Stop it!
I lost a dozen good men bringing it in.
SHRIKE (IN DISTANCE): Hester!
There'd always been rumors that a few had survived,
the ones that turned rogue after the Nomad Wars.
SHRIKE (GROWLING): Hester!
But I never thought I'd live to see one in the flesh.
(BANGING)
Not that there's much of that left.
SHRIKE (GROWLING): Hester!
(BANGING CONTINUES)
(WILD SHRIEKING)
(GROWLING)
(RHYTHMIC MECHANICAL HEARTBEAT)
(METALLIC CLINKING)
The last of the Lazarus Brigade.
Resurrected from the sleep of death.
(GASPS)
SHRIKE: I do not sleep.
No, you've been hunting her, haven't you?
Hunting Hester Shaw.
Why?
(RHYTHMIC MECHANICAL HEARTBEAT CONTINUES)
Answer me.
She broke her promise.
(BANGING)
(SHRIKE ROARING)
What happens when you find her?
What happens when you find Hester Shaw?
I will kill her.
♪ ♪
VAMBRACE: Are you sure about this?
There's no telling what that thing might do.
I know exactly what it will do.
Hold it steady.
(TRILLING BEEPS)
♪ ♪
(FOOTSTEPS CLANKING)
(ROARING)
(GASPING)
Oh, what-what's wrong?
We've changed direction. We're heading south.
Get the door.
- (DOOR RATTLES) - It's locked.
(GRUNTS)
We're locked in.
Must be something around here.
(MUTTERS): All right. Maybe.
You have my knife?
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)
(GRUNTS)
(HESTER GROANS)
(GRUNTS SOFTLY, SIGHS)
(ENGINES CHUGGING)
♪ ♪
If we climb along that ducting, we can jump from the back.
It's no more than, like, 20 feet.
- I can't. - Yes, you can.
No, I can't. I'll-I'll never make the jump.
Uh, you will. I'll help you.
HESTER: Head due north.
There's a way station called Ramskate.
You can catch an airfreighter from there.
(SMACK, WOMAN SCREAMS)
- MR. WREYLAND: Get him out! Move it! - Go.
- All right. - MR. WREYLAND: Come on, you lot.
Fine.
MR. WREYLAND: Ah, stop your sniveling.
(PANTING)
MAN (IN DISTANCE): Help!
What are you waiting for? Go.
- MR. WREYLAND: Come here. - WOMAN: No!
- Come here. - Listen to me.
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING NEARBY) - MAN: Hai-ji!
- (GRUNTS) - WOMAN: No! No!
MAN: Ya ma-tee bihd.
Time to check out, folks.
(ENGINES SLOWING)
- Come on, out you come. - No. (WHIMPERING)
No.
Move it!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- That was your chance. - Well, I couldn't do it.
I couldn't leave you.
Well, then you're a fool. I would've left you.
(LOCK CLANKING)
(DOOR CREAKS, INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(GRUNTING)
STIGWOOD: Ladies and gentlemen...
MR. WREYLAND: Welcome to Rustwater Market.
(LAUGHS)
This next item is a vintage piece.
(LAUGHTER)
Now, she may look a little tatty around the edges,
but she's a little ripper.
(LAUGHTER)
So, who'll give me 12 quirkes?
- (LAUGHTER, MURMURING) - Eh?
- Oh, come on. - (CROWD JEERING, MURMURING)
Last chance to secure this genuine antique.
Ten quirkes, or I'm chucking her in.
- Two! - Sold!
- (LAUGHTER) - Next!
(SHACKLES CLINKING)
- (CROWD OOHING) - MAN: Oh, yeah.
STIGWOOD: Stone the crows.
Full disclosure to my valued clients at the back:
This one is a real swamp donkey
- and priced accordingly. - (GRUNTS)
- (LAUGHTER) - Do I have ten quirkes?
- Three. - Oh, you stingy bastard, De Groot.
You could do better than that.
I'm fully aware of the exorbitant margins
currently enjoyed by the sausage-making sector.
- Hester! - (LAUGHTER, SHOUTING)
Five quirkes, and she's yours.
- Four. - Four quirkes to my left.
- Do I hear five? - TOM: Hester!
- Shut up! - (GROANS)
STIGWOOD: Cheer up, love.
(HESTER GROANS QUIETLY)
You'll look considerably better as a roll of salami.
Going once.
- Going twice. - ANNA: 50!
(CROWD GASPS, QUIETS)
♪ ♪
STIGWOOD: An unregistered bidder.
Please, approach the stage.
♪ ♪
50 quirkes for this soggy dollop is
an extraordinarily generous offer, madam.
Normally, that would be enough to make me self-pollinate.
- (LAUGHTER) - But my problem is this:
50 quirkes is not 50,000 quirkes.
Get to the point.
Well, it's quite simple, really.
There is a bounty on your head, Miss Fang.
So, either you pay me 50,000 quirkes for the girlie,
or I claim it from the authorities when I hand you in.
Why don't we settle this...
(LAUGHS)
- ...with "buy it now." - (GASPS)
- (PEOPLE SCREAMING, GROANING) - ANNA: Hester!
- (GROWLS) - Come!
(GRUNTS)
- Wait! - Hester!
Hurry!
(MAN GROANS, BELL RINGS)
(GASPS)
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): Anti-Tractionists!
See, I knew you wouldn't leave me.
Shut up and run.
- MAN: Anti-Tractionists! - (ENGINES CHUGGING)
Anti-Tractionists!
Whoa!
This way.
Whoa!
(GURGLES)
(MAN YELLS)
(SHRIKE ROARING)
- That's a Resurrected Man. - Shrike.
His name is Shrike.
You made me a promise,
Hester Shaw.
Now you must keep it.
Go now! Run!
This way!
HESTER: Come on! Come on!
(GRUNTING)
(SAW BUZZING)
(YELLS)
(GROANS)
Hester! Come on.
(HESTER WHIMPERS)
♪ ♪
(BOTH GRUNT)
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING): Where did he go?
Come on. Come on!
♪ ♪
Hester!
Get on!
I've got you.
(GRUNTS)
- Wait! - Leave him.
Tom!
(GRUNTS)
(YELLS)
(GRUNTS)
(TOM YELLS)
(ENGINE CREAKING)
Cut the rope! Do it!
(GASPS)
Catch!
♪ ♪
(SPARKS CRACKLE)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BOTH PANTING)
(BOTH GASP)
(ENGINES POWERING DOWN)
(WIND WHISTLING)
Where are you taking us?
Just stay behind me. I'll handle this.
How?
How exactly will you handle it?
Easy, all right?
Just... (INHALES DEEPLY)
I'm just messing with you.
Sit down. Both of you.
That means you, too, city boy.
Sit.
You're injured.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
(SIZZLING, PAINED GRUNTING)
HESTER: You saved our lives.
Why?
You don't trust anybody, do you?
Just like your mother.
You look like her, too.
You knew her?
Pandora Shaw was the bravest woman I ever met.
After she died, I looked for you.
I looked for a long time.
Like everybody else, I thought you were dead.
When I heard you were alive, made me wonder,
how did an eight-year-old girl
survive all alone in the Outlands?
Now I know.
You were raised by that corpse.
- You don't know what you're talking about. - Actually, I do.
- No, you don't. - I've studied them.
- You've studied them? - I know a lot about the Resurrected.
You don't know anything about him.
The people who created them were insane.
Off-the-charts crazy. They took all the worst parts
- of themselves... - Shut up.
...all the savagery and cruelty and hatred,
and poured it into these machines, these monsters.
Shut up!
He saved my life.
You're an idiot.
(AIRSHIP BUZZING)
♪ ♪
Mr. Valentine.
- Not now. - I'm sure you know who I am.
- No, I don't. - Herbert Melliphant.
Your daughter's a very good friend of mine.
No, she's not.
Sir, I have something that may be of interest to you.
A cache of old tech.
High-quality, military-grade.
I'm overdue a promotion myself.
I'm thinking a university post or an honorary degree?
A position with a title.
You have a supply of old tech?
Where is it?
(WIND WHISTLING)
(HESTER SNIFFLES)
Shrike saved my life.
(WHEEZING, GRUNTING)
(PANTING WEAKLY)
(HEAVY MECHANICAL FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
♪ ♪
(ENGINES CHUGGING)
(RATTLING, SQUEAKING)
HESTER: He took me in.
He looked after me.
In his own way.
Eat.
The living must eat.
(TOY SQUEAKS, YOUNG HESTER GASPS)
HESTER: He liked to collect things.
Broken things.
Things that others had thrown away.
I think he saw in those strange machines
a reflection of himself.
Where is his heart?
It has no heart.
Like me.
♪ ♪
HESTER: I think, somewhere deep inside,
a memory remained.
A memory from another life.
I think he had a family once.
(HEAVY MECHANICAL FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
SHRIKE: You are sad.
Always sad, Hester Shaw.
Your heart is broken.
I will take away the pain.
(GASPS, SHUDDERS)
I will remake you,
as I was remade.
You're gonna kill me.
For a little while.
I made him a promise.
I would become like him.
My flesh, steel.
My nerves, wire.
My mind wiped clean.
No thoughts.
- No! - No feelings.
- Mom! - Nothing.
I would be free.
If that's what you wanted, why did you leave?
Because six months ago, London crossed the land bridge,
and Thaddeus Valentine came within my reach.
Hester...!
(SHRIEKING)
That's it.
That's my sad story.
♪ ♪
Where are we going?
Have you heard of the Cat's Cradle?
BEVIS: The Cat's Cradle? I thought it was a myth.
KATHERINE: It's not a myth.
It was built by the Scriven in the first days of London.
It's the sort of thing historians know about
and everyone else has forgotten.
POMEROY: You're too late.
Dr. Pomeroy?
POMEROY: They came in this morning,
a couple of thugs from the Guild of Engineers.
I tried to stop them. They knocked me to the ground.
They knew what they were looking for.
They cleaned the place out.
Took it all to St. Paul's.
(HINGES CREAKING)
There are over a thousand stairs in the Cradle.
Turn upon turn.
But eventually they lead to the crypt beneath St. Paul's.
Be careful, child.
Whatever it is they are doing in that church
has nothing to do with God.
(DOOR CREAKS SHUT)
(MACHINERY CHUGGING IN DISTANCE)
(METALLIC CREAKING)
(ENGINES HUMMING QUIETLY)
(SWITCH CLICKS)
Hold her steady for a second.
(SWITCH CLICKS, TOM SIGHS)
(ENGINES WHIRRING)
- Not bad. - (SIGHS)
You've done this before?
- Yeah. A bit. - (ENGINES WHOOSHING)
ANNA: Good. You can take her in.
Take her in? Where?
♪ ♪
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): You are cleared for landing,
Jenny Haniver. Dock seven.
Welcome to Airhaven.
(WORKERS SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)
♪ ♪
What are they saying?
Captain Khora was just offering to buy you dinner.
Weren't you, Captain?
Sure. Why not?
DR. TWIX: Magnetic resonance is climbing,
holding at full capacity.
(MACHINERY WHIRRING, HISSING)
All systems are active.
She's ready.
It will all be for nothing unless we act now.
London must turn east.
(WIND WHISTLING)
NAVIGATOR: New bearing confirmed, 90 degrees.
Coordinates set: 51 degrees north
by 71 degrees east.
Why are we altering course?
We're executing the new order, sir.
Whose order?
(STONE SCRAPING)
(PANTING QUIETLY)
(LIVELY CHATTER)
(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
Windflower.
♪ ♪
(AIRSHIP BUZZING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(TOM SIGHS)
Wh-Wh-Whoa, what's going on?
They're the Ruh-shan.
The Anti-Traction League of Shan Guo.
This is about my mother, isn't it?
Before she died, Pandora found something.
Something dangerous.
She was afraid of Valentine, of what he might do.
She said, if anything should happen to her,
I was to find you.
That you could stop him.
- I don't know what you're talking about. - Think.
Think hard.
You must remember.
He took something from her.
What? What did he take?
A piece of old tech.
- What kind of old tech? - I don't know.
She was eight years old. She doesn't remember.
Then perhaps you can help us, Londoner.
- Hey! - Hey.
Get off me! Get off!
What are they building in that cathedral?
KHORA: Six months ago,
Valentine started buying up fusion inverter cells
- from Scav traders. - TOM: Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Fusion inverters? - You know something?
(PANTING): No, that's...
that's impossible.
He'd have had to have found...
TOM: That piece of old tech that Valentine took
from your mother, did it have a symbol on it?
Like...
Like this?
Yes.
TOM: Your mother found
a computer core.
The control system of a quantum energy weapon.
(MACHINERY WHIRRING AND RUMBLING LOUDLY)
MEDUSA (AUTOMATED VOICE): Medusa is live.
Go, go, go.
- How do we shut it down? - TOM: You don't.
Well, not without the crash drive.
- Anglish, halviti. - It's a type of key.
A kill switch that overrides the firing sequence.
Once it's initiated, the weapon would self-destruct.
This key, does London have it?
No, it would be long gone, lost.
Why should we care about those barbarians?
Let Valentine burn every Traction City
from here to the Ice Wastes.
ANNA: He didn't come here looking for prey.
Valentine has another target in mind.
You dare countermand an order of Lord Mayor?
♪ ♪
My God.
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
VALENTINE: Nothing can stand in the face of this.
Not the battle hammers of Arkangel,
not the howitzers of Panzerstadt.
Not even the guns of the Anti-Tractionists.
In the great game of survival, this is checkmate.
London's heading east.
They are moving at speed towards Shan Guo.
I last saw them near the Tannhauser Mountains.
They will have reached the Eastern Plateau by now.
- How much time do we have? - A few hours, at most.
CROME: You mean to go to war?
You cannot ignore
the lessons of the past as if they count for nothing.
There are no lessons to be learned from the past.
History doesn't care.
It is dead.
This is the future.
The man who controls this controls the world.
Is there no end to your ambition?
You control nothing.
Shut this down.
I want all codes and operational controls
handed in to my office immediately.
Didn't you hear me?
I said...
(DOORS RUMBLING AND CREAKING)
You cling to the past as if it can save you.
You're a relic of a dying age.
A dinosaur.
What does that make you?
Me? I'm the meteor.
(GASPING)
Katherine, come on. Come on.
(WHIMPERING)
No, no. Katherine.
(GASPING)
You can't go back.
I know he's your father.
You have to let him go.
He's not my father.
Not anymore.
♪ ♪
ANNA: They're gonna attack the Shield Wall.
Get word to Governor Kwan.
- (ELECTRICITY POWERS DOWN) - MAN (IN DISTANCE): Hey!
MAN: For crying out loud.
- WOMAN: Hey! - MAN: Check the fuel line!
Power's out everywhere.
TOM: What is it? What's going on?
It's a diversion.
- WOMAN: Fire! - (WEAPON BLASTING)
HESTER: To create chaos.
- MAN: Fire! - (PEOPLE SCREAMING)
WOMAN: What the hell is that?!
Shrike is here.
(MECHANICAL FOOTSTEPS, DOOR CREAKING)
Hester Shaw.
HESTER: No!
- Get back! - Stop! Don't shoot!
HESTER: Shrike, get out!
No! Stop shooting!
Anna! (GRUNTS) Get off!
- (MAN YELLS, SCREAMS) - Listen to me! Stop! Stop!
Shrike, no! Anna, no!
(MAN YELLS, SHRIKE GROWLS)
(SCREAMING)
(SHOUTING)
(SNARLS)
- Nils! - (FIERCE GRUNT)
(YELLS)
- Ka se-wo! Pou ya tek! - HESTER: No!
Listen to me, Shrike!
(YELLING)
(SCREAMS)
(WIND HOWLING)
Koyo se!
(YELLS)
(WHIMPERS)
(DEEP CREAKING)
Get to the Jenny now!
Go! Go!
Hester!
(SCREAMING, FRANTIC CHATTER)
(GASPING)
Watch out.
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
(YELLS)
(PAINED GRUNTING, SPARKS CRACKLING)
- (DEVICE WHIRRING, BEEPING) - Nils!
Get down!
(RAPID BEEPING)
(GROANS)
(DEVICE BEEPING FASTER)
(RUMBLING)
Everybody, move!
(ALARM BLARING, FRANTIC CHATTER)
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): All aviators, evacuate now!
I repeat, evacuate now!
(RUMBLING AND ALARM CONTINUE)
(SHRIKE ROARING)
Come on!
(SCREAMING)
This way!
♪ ♪
Hester.
(ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)
(GASPS)
(YELLS, GRUNTS)
- (CHOKING) - HESTER: No!
(GASPS)
No.
- Tom! No! - (ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)
No! Stop!
- Stop, Shrike! - (GROWLS)
Stop. You're gonna kill him.
You will not remember him.
No. I'm the one.
I'm the one you came for.
Let him go.
Let him live.
(EXPLOSION BOOMS IN DISTANCE)
You are crying.
- He hurt you! - No.
He can't die.
- He can't. - (GROWLS)
He can't!
He can't.
(GRUNTS)
(WHEEZING)
You...
You love him?
(ELECTRICAL CRACKLING, SHRIKE GROANS)
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING, GASPING)
Shrike?
(GROANS)
(GASPS QUIETLY)
- (SHRIKE GROANS) - No!
No, Shrike!
(GRUNTS, GASPS)
(SHRIKE GASPING WEAKLY)
(GRUNTS)
This belongs to you.
♪ ♪
I release you
from your promise,
Hester Shaw.
(HESTER GASPS)
(SOBBING)
Shrike.
(ECHOING): Shrike!
♪ ♪
(CREAKING)
(EXPLOSION BOOMS IN DISTANCE)
♪ ♪
(DISTORTED, ECHOING): Stop it.
(ECHOING LAUGH)
♪ ♪
(EXPLOSIONS RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)
(ENGINES WHIRRING)
(HEAVY RUMBLING)
♪ ♪
VALENTINE (OVER SPEAKER): The world is changing.
London must now look beyond Municipal Darwinism
- and move into a new age. - (CROWD MURMURING)
VALENTINE: Tonight, we set a course
for the savage heartland
of the Anti-Traction League.
The Shield Wall of Shan Guo and the lands beyond
will become our new hunting ground.
(CHEERING)
♪ ♪
(GRUNTS SOFTLY)
VALENTINE: For centuries, Traction Cities
have attempted to breach the wall.
Their rotting carcasses lie at its base.
But that will not be our fate.
Tonight, London
is going to demonstrate its new power,
a power that will sweep all before it.
Tonight, we take the fight
- to Shan Guo. - (CHEERING)
♪ ♪
MAN (OVER SPEAKER): Hold your formation
on approach, Jenny Haniver.
Welcome home, Windflower.
Windflower?
I was once kept as a slave on the Ice City of Arkangel.
I vowed never to be owned by another again.
I made my friends swear an oath.
"When this body is done,
"throw my ashes to the wind.
"I can face anything, even death,
as long as my spirit is free."
♪ ♪
The Allied Fleet,
the great defenders of the East.
♪ ♪
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Governor Kwan is waiting.
London is fast approaching.
Governor...
launch the fleet.
- We cannot wait. - What are you suggesting?
A preemptive strike?
Destroy Medusa before it destroys us.
No, no, no. You-you... you can't do that.
What choice do we have?
We didn't start this, but we will finish it.
Hang on a minute, all right?
Listen to me. There has to be another way.
There are thousands of innocent people on that city.
They don't deserve to die.
No, they do not.
Nor do we seek to harm the innocent.
Understand, life is precious to the Shan Guonese.
So believe me when I say this:
If there was another way, I would take it.
No. It's my home.
Summon Fleet Command.
We strike first.
(ALARM BLARING)
Tom.
- WOMAN: What's happening? - (CROWD MURMURING)
(FRANTIC CHATTER)
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
♪ ♪
MEDUSA: Entering enemy kill zone
in six minutes and 39 seconds.
Raise it up.
(WHIRRING)
We target the searchlights.
Take out their forward defenses.
London's gun turrets are deadly.
Don't underestimate them.
We'll have to destroy
all fixed artillery to access the cathedral.
Take them out. Hit them hard and fast.
ANNA: Get them into the air.
Now!
(FRANTIC CHATTER)
(EXPLOSIVE WHOOSH)
♪ ♪
HESTER: Tom!
Tom! Wait!
♪ ♪
(CHEERING, EXCITED CHATTER)
MAN: London!
♪ ♪
(HISSING, WHIRRING)
(WHIRRING)
What have they done?
♪ ♪
- Confirm target coordinates. - MEDUSA: Coordinates confirmed.
Target is locked.
(QUIETLY): Aso luman sala ta.
Aso luman sala ta...
(PRAYER CONTINUES QUIETLY)
♪ ♪
(FRANTIC CHATTER)
Tom!
(PANTING)
MEDUSA: Initiate firing sequence.
(BUZZING, CRACKLING)
Tom!
I have it.
TOM: Is that...?
Where did you get this?
Go dark.
They're preparing to fire.
Sound the alarm.
Everybody off the wall!
- Run! - (ALARM BLARING)
- MAN: Get inside now! - (BELL RINGING)
(FRANTIC CHATTER)
We need to find Anna.
(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)
Now, Twix.
(RUMBLING)
(LOUD WHIRRING, ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
(GRUNTING)
(GASPS)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING, GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
(PANTING, SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
(WHIRRING)
♪ ♪
CROWD (CHANTING): London! London! London!
London! London! London! London!
(CHEERING)
- Hit them again. - Recharging accumulators.
- (FRANTIC CHATTER) - MAN: They're coming through!
(PANTING)
Anna!
- We have to get to London! - KHORA: Are you crazy?!
They're gonna fire that weapon again!
Not if we shut it down.
HESTER: The crash drive.
My mother gave it to me.
NILS: Come on, we have to go.
They destroyed the Allied Fleet.
They didn't destroy us.
♪ ♪
Nils, you lead.
Yasmina, stay on his wing.
Khora.
We're gonna be under heavy fire.
I'll need you to clear a path for me.
- Anna. - Go.
♪ ♪
- Where's Tom? - (ENGINES WHIRRING)
Tom?
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
Tom?
You sure you want to do this?
Once we go in, there's no going back.
I have to.
For my mom.
For Pandora.
Let's go.
♪ ♪
(PEOPLE SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)
♪ ♪
(ENGINES WHOOSHING)
♪ ♪
They're gonna fire again!
HESTER: Pull up! Pull up!
(EXPLOSIVE WHOOSHING, BUZZING)
(SCREAMING, GRUNTING)
Recharge!
(CHEERING)
(PANTING)
♪ ♪
Khora.
(PANTING)
Khora!
♪ ♪
(GUNS WHIRRING)
Stay low, Windflower.
We'll draw their fire.
Let's do this!
Kaza wo bu yagen!
(ENGINES REVVING)
♪ ♪
(GRUNTS)
(CROWD SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
Anna, leave it to me.
Nils, watch out!
(GROANS)
Nils! No!
(GRUNTS)
Toa, cover Yasmina!
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I got this one.
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We're hit, Anna! We're hit!
KHORA: Yasmina, take out the last one!
(ALARM BEEPING, YASMINA GASPS)
- We're going down! Hang on! - (YELLS)
(PANTING)
(SCREAMING)
Toa!
Toa, come on.
Come on. Come on, get up.
(KHORA GRUNTING)
Hey, get up.
- (TOA COUGHING) - (PANTING): Okay.
(HEAVY RUMBLING)
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- (GRUNTS) - ANNA: Hester!
Take this, and stay out of sight
- until I give you the signal. - What signal?
- How will I know? - Trust me, you'll know.
I'm not that subtle.
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(GRUNTS)
MEDUSA: Warning.
Core temperature rising.
Increase the coolant! Recharge!
Over there!
(AIRSHIP APPROACHING)
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Okay, city boy, take her from here.
- What? - I got to go.
I'm late for church.
Hey.
Look after her.
Lock target coordinates.
MEDUSA: Target is locked.
DR. TWIX: Wait! Temperatures have to stabilize.
Prepare to fire.
MEDUSA: Firing sequence initiated.
VALENTINE: Do it, Twix!
Watch out!
(GRUNTS)
(GUNSHOT, VALENTINE GRUNTS)
(GUNSHOT)
(GRUNTING)
- MEDUSA: Warning. - (ANNA YELLS IN PAIN)
- Core temperature critical. - (ALARM BLARING)
VALENTINE: Deploy system override.
Fire again! One more strike, that wall comes down.
Take cover!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)
MEDUSA: System override initiated.
Firing will commence in 59 seconds.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(WHIRRING)
(ANNA AND VALENTINE GRUNTING)
MAN: She's gonna blow!
(GRUNTING)
MEDUSA: Firing will commence in 45 seconds.
(VALENTINE GROANS)
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(BOTH PANTING)
(BOTH GROANING)
(STEADY BEEPING)
(BUZZING, WHIRRING)
MEDUSA: Firing will commence in 30 seconds.
Come on, come on.
(VALENTINE YELLS)
MEDUSA: Firing will commence in 15 seconds.
(PAINED GRUNT)
(GROANS)
MEDUSA: Ten. Nine.
- HESTER: Come on. - Eight.
- Come on. Come on, come on. - Seven. -(PRESSING BUTTON)
- Six. - Just let go.
Five. Four.
It's over.
- Three. Two. - Not yet.
- Come on. - (PRESSING BUTTON)
- One. - (ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)
- (HESTER GRUNTS) - (WHIRRING)
(ELECTRICITY POWERS DOWN)
MEDUSA: Firing sequence terminated.
(GRUNTS)
Go.
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MEDUSA: System overload. Unstable.
Unstable.
Now it's over.
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(RUMBLING)
(RUMBLING, ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)
(PANTING)
(GROANS)
(RUMBLING CONTINUES)
Kate.
Thank God you're safe.
- We need to go. - How could you?
How many lives have you taken?
And for what?
I did what I had to. This city was dying.
- I tried to save it. - Stop lying to me.
You didn't do this for any noble cause.
You did it for yourself, for the power that it gave you.
That's not true.
Kate, we have to go.
We have to go now.
Trust me as you once did.
I can save us both.
Save us from what?
The weapon's destroyed. The wall is still standing.
- You've failed. - Failed?
You really don't know me, do you?
That wall is coming down.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)
- What have you done? - Don't go up there.
Katherine!
(ENGINES CHUGGING)
(CREAKING, RUMBLING)
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(KATHERINE GASPS)
- Let's go, Gench! - Roger that.
(RUMBLING, WHOOSHING)
GENCH: We must be tethered, boss!
(KATHERINE GRUNTS)
(WHIMPERS)
TOM (OVER SPEAKER): Come in, London Wheelhouse!
London Wheelhouse, do you read me?
Come in, London Wheelhouse!
Tom?
- Tom, is that you? - Katherine?
What the hell's going on down there?
We're on a collision course.
He's driving the city into the wall.
The brakes are gone. They're dead.
You're gonna have to cut London's engines.
I can't. The controls are shot to hell.
(PANTING)
Katherine, I need you to do something.
Are you listening?
(WHIRRING, CREAKING)
You're not going anywhere.
You're not gonna hurt anyone else ever again.
Tom, are you sure about this?
Do it!
(GRUNTS)
(HEAVY CLANKING, WHIRRING)
(LAUGHING)
I will kill you.
I know you will.
Whatever the world throws at you,
you fight it, claw your way back.
You don't give up.
You are so like me.
Your mother never told you, did she?
But then, I guess she didn't need to, because...
you already knew.
(WHISPERS): Hester.
(GRUNTS)
You let your guard down.
(GRUNTS)
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(GASPS)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(SIGHS)
(PANTING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GASPING)
(GRUNTING)
(VALENTINE GROANS)
Is this what you want? You want to die?
Come on, let's finish it.
No.
(BOTH PANTING, WIND WHISTLING)
I'm gonna live.
(GRUNTING)
(GASPS)
- (GRUNTING) - Hold on!
Come on.
You're history.
(ALARM BLARING, VALENTINE PANTING)
Gench!
(VALENTINE GRUNTING)
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(PANTING)
(ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)
(VALENTINE SCREAMS)
(METALLIC CREAKING)
(PANTING)
(ECHOING THUD, ENGINES STOP)
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(PANTING)
(SIGHING)
(LAUGHING)
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(WIND GUSTING SOFTLY)
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So, what happens now?
We go where the wind takes us.
See the world.
What do you say?
I'm coming with you.
(CHUCKLES)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
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