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[wind blowing]

[indistinct chatter]

[engine powering up]

[indistinct chatter continues]

[woman] Okay, okay. [laughs]

Eight times! Eight times!

Pretty accurate. You should be used to it by now.

[woman laughs]

[man, on TV] But rather than pay a fair price

for our precious deuterium,

the UNSC leadership on Reach

seek to enslave us.

New deal.

Yeah, let someone else deal.

The Professor has sticky hands.

You saying I cheat?

I'm saying you don't wash your hands.

My hands are filthy with the blood UNSC marines.

Speech, Professor.

Regale us with another one of your war stories.

[Professor] I've got scars older than you.

- The things I've... - "...things I've seen."

[man, on TV] They've repeatedly sent legions

of marines and their super weapons, the Spartans,

to crush us.

But war need not be the answer.

And that is why Jin Ha has sent me

and trusts me to negotiate an end to this endless war.

Turn that shite off.

As the Bard once wrote, "Wise--"

Vinsher's a fool, but he's a dangerous fool,

giving people false hope.

His peace talks will fail,

and the UNSC will come at us with everything they've got.

You mark me.

You mean Spartans?

[laughter]

Have you seen a Spartan up close?

I've faced marines.

[laughter]

"I've faced marines."

One Spartan is worth a hundred marines.

[Professor] Ah, but, Djanka,

there's another difference between Spartans and marines.

Mm?

Marines can be killed.

Spartans aren't human.

They're faster, stronger, smarter.

They cannot be stopped.

They just keep on killing...

without mercy...

till there's nothing left...

to kill.

You in or out?

[laughter]

Jin Ha!

Tell our young one here.

The General knows.

Either Madrigal is free, or it's not.

There's no middle ground.

[man] Aw, come on!

Oh, you got to be kidding me. Unbelievable.

Everything okay, General?

Where's my daughter?

Probably out wandering...

with her friends.

You know Kwan.

- [Cara] Slow down! - [groans]

I didn't sign up for this!

[panting and groaning]

I am completely shanked.

This better be worth it, Kwan.

[Kwan] Less talking, more looking, Cara.

[Cara] Look, if the General finds out we left the outpost--

[Kwan] What my father doesn't know won't kill him.

[laughs]

I told you I'd find it.

Madrigal, the galaxy's highest concentration of heavy hydrogen.

Power your ships...

and power your drugs.

This is why you have to stay, Kwan, to find shit like this!

[Kwan] Too bad for you,

soon as I find a way,

I'm getting off this stupid rock.

[Cara] Where will you even go, Kwan?

The UNSC owns the galaxy.

[Esso] She's not gonna leave.

She'd miss us too much.

Doubters first.

- [Cara] Yes! - [Faaz] Yeah.

See you on the other side.

[all chuckle]

[soft, distant rush]

[Cara] Kwan, where are you going?

- [Neru] Off to plot her escape. - [all chuckle]

[Cara] How long before this kicks in?

[Neru] My brother says it's pretty quick.

[indistinct chatter]

[distant laughter]

[Cara] Guys! Wait...!

[distant laughter]

[rumble]

[explosive rumbling]

[distant laughter]

[lively chatter]

[Cara] Knew you would come to play!

[Neru] Hey, your face is glowing!

[Kwan breathing heavily]

[Esso] Kwan, where have you been?

[Kwan] We need to get back to the outpost.

- Why? What's going on? - There's a ship out there.

- UNSC? - I don't think so.

Neru, no, I'm serious! Come on, Faaz!

[Faaz] Kwan...

[explosion]

[Kwan screams]

- Esso! - [all screaming]

[explosions]

[panicked shouting]

[gunfire]

[flare whistles]

[distant shouting]

[distant man] I don't know. They should have been here by now.

Kwan Ha.

Red flare!

Flag General Ha!

- [overlapping chatter] - General Ha!

Red flare, north of the outpost!

[Klaxon blares]

Seal the pipes! Get your weapons!

[indistinct shouts]

[engine revving]

[overlapping shouting]

Spread out!

[all shouting]

[panting]

[screams]

[indistinct shouts]

Stay low! Stay low! Stay low!

Stay down!

[man] Right behind you.

- [man] Here! - [guns cock]

[man 2] In position!

[Klaxon blares]

[overlapping shouts]

Kill the alarm!

Stand by!

[man] Move out! Move out!

Move out!

[Jin Ha, in Korean]

Papa! Papa!

[both speaking Korean]

[explosion]

[soldiers scream]

[in English] Do your job!

Get in the line!

Malchin! Come, come, this way.

Go inside the pipes.

[man] Inside! Inside!

Get on in, get on in!

[man 2] Move it, move it!

Come on! Come on!

Quick! Quick! Quick! Go, go, go!

[panting]

[girl whimpers]

[man] Be ready.

[wind blowing]

[gunfire]

[all scream and gasp]

[heavy footfalls]

[in Korean]

[snarling]

[shouting in Korean]

[gunfire]

[shouting in alien language]

[gunfire continues]

What are those things?

I don't know what they are.

[screaming and shouting continue]

[breathing heavily]

[grunts in alien language]

Papa!

[man] Go!

[groans]

[panting]

- Where are you going? - I have to go. I have to help.

Are we gonna die?

No, of course not.

We're warriors, aren't we?

- Yeah. - Stay put. I'll be back, okay?

[shouting in alien language]

[woman] Take cover!

[mutters in Korean]

- [gunfire] - [screams]

[screams]

- Let me in! Let me in! - [pounding on door]

- [roars] - [screams]

- [[blades retract] - [creature snarls]

[panting and grunting]

Kwanya!

Kwanya!

[all scream]

[speaking alien language]

[yells]

Go! Go! Go!

How many are there?

- Kwan! - I don't know,

but they have a ship.

Holy Mother of God, it's all true.

What? What's true?

I thought it was UNSC propaganda.

[shouting]

[snarls]

[man] A ship!

UNSC!

[woman] Take cover!

[Professor] Oh, shit!

The Spartans.

Spartans!

Silver team, engage.

Taking over watch.

[indistinct shouts]

[men screaming]

[in alien language]

[alien snarls]

They're helping. The Spartans are helping!

I never thought I'd see the day.

- They're on our side now. - [Professor] So they are.

So let's fight!

[Kwan yelps]

[panting]

Clearing north quadrant.

[snarls]

[sharp cry]

[shrieks]

[grunts]

[roars]

[screams]

[explosions]

[Riz] Elite cluster, west quadrant.

[sharp grunt]

[sharp grunt]

[loud blast]

[panting]

[men screaming]

[creature snarling]

[roars]

[explosions]

[breathing heavily]

[snarls]

[gasping]

[gunshot]

[panting]

[gasps]

[John] Silver team, clear the perimeter.

[screams]

[snarling in alien language]

Team, I need covering fire. South quadrant.

[alarm beeping]

[beeping continues]

[John] Kai, hold your position.

Any time now.

[motor whirrs]

[sizzling]

[breathing heavily]

Papa?

Kwanya.

[heavy footfalls]

No! No!

No!

No!

No!

[gasps]

[cries softly]

Link Command, Silver team.

Covenant forces on planet Madrigal neutralized.

Twenty Elite warriors killed, 150 civilians.

No survivors.

[Kwan] Wait!

[John] Correction: one survivor.

Female. Juvenile.

Silver team commencing comprehensive search of the area

for enemy landing site.

Wait! Don't just leave!

[sobbing]

Papa!

[opening theme music plays]

[flames crackling]

[soft sobs]

[whimpering softly]

[soft sobs]

Chief.

Covenant Phantom.

[John] Vannak, Riz, clear that ship.

[Vannak] Hey, Chief.

Kai, on me.

Master Chief 1-1-7

reporting on the planet Madrigal.

We found the Covenant ship.

Local grid 12-Tango-Zone-Echo.

Now investigating the interior of a nearby cave.

Assessment report.

Covenant excavation.

[Riz] Cave network does not appear

to be a natural formation.

Observing debris consistent with plasma cutters.

Covenant forces appear to be excavating

for some kind of object.

Unclear as to its nature.

[snarling]

Retrieving now.

[energy flows]

[massive energy flow]

[birds tweeting]

[muffled chatter and laughter]

[John's father] Don't go too far.

[Riz] Chief!

[breathing heavily]

[Kai] Chief, sitrep?

[growls]

- [gunshots] - [John] Riz, Vannak,

one Elite approaching cave entrance.

[soft gasp]

[thud]

[Kai] Master Chief?

You three commandeer the other ship.

Take it back to Fleetcom for research and intel.

I'll retrieve the object and follow in the Condor.

I'll fly with you.

No. Go with the others.

That's not procedure.

Go with the others.

That's an order.

Roger that.

[footsteps recede]

[sighs]

[Halsey] Security access, Dr. Catherine Halsey.

Open Spartan mission logs:

Madrigal, Master Chief 1-1-7.

[John, on monitor] Alien forces appear to be excavating

for some kind of object.

Unclear as to its nature.

Retrieving now.

Retrieving now.

[computerized voice] Admiral Parangosky:

Access granted.

A hundred and fifty dead civilians in Madrigal

is not a good look for your Spartans, Catherine,

even if they were rebels.

The Covenant wiped out an entire rebel garrison

before Silver team could intervene.

We saved one.

1-1-7's bringing her in.

One survivor's not going to make my job any easier.

The security committee's looking for an excuse

to cut your funding.

John recovered something on Madrigal.

Possibly Covenant.

- We'll add it to our collection. - No, no, no, no.

This...

this is different.

It's like nothing I've ever seen.

We've been fighting these alien creatures for years,

and we still have no idea what they want, where to find them,

or how to beat them.

Command on Earth want answers.

If that object can tell us anything about them,

I have a feeling the committee's concern about dead rebels

will go away.

One more thing.

They want a friendly face talking to the survivor.

Miranda Keyes knows Madrigal.

I've asked her to do the reach-out.

Is that going to be an issue?

No, no, no.

But the Madrigal object comes straight to my lab

for first analysis upon arrival.

Alien tech is Miranda's division.

John found it.

It belongs here.

[soft sigh]

[equipment powers up]

[equipment pulses and whirrs]

I told you that was a nonstarter.

We have paused active development.

You've paused nothing.

Catherine, your genius has given us

so much to be thankful for.

Channel that genius appropriately and legally.

Get rid of that, and any others.

- Clear? - Clear.

I've given you a long lead, Doctor.

Don't hang me with it.

[door beeps open]

[door slides closed]

[in alien language]

[Makee]

[panting]

Hey.

Anybody! Please!

Please!

Hey. Hey, you!

[Kwan shouting indistinctly]

[muffled] Hey! Open the door!

Please!

- Open the door! - [woman] Kwan.

How are you feeling?

Who are you?

I'm Miranda Keyes.

I'm talking to you from the UNSC headquarters on Reach.

So sorry for your loss, Kwan.

Despite their differences,

the UNSC respected the way that Jin Ha

stood up for himself and the people of Madrigal.

Kwan, I'm not a politician.

I spend my time trying to understand the aliens

that attacked your outpost.

Yours isn't the first planet to face the Covenant,

and, unfortunately, it won't be the last.

If we don't all join together...

I don't know how we're going to stop them.

You could help us do that.

What does that mean?

If you would upload a few words to the other colonies,

just explaining what you saw,

the brutality of the Covenant,

the fact that the Spartans are actually taking them on,

I think that it would go a long way to putting aside

whatever these politicians are bickering about

and helping us focus on the real war.

My dad spent his life trying to free us from you...

until the day of his murder.

How can you ask me to...

to go on camera and--?

- I understand. I'm not trying-- - No, no, no.

It's a great idea.

Yeah, let's do it.

What if I say the UNSC

sent a bunch of Spartans to attack us.

That's not true.

They killed over a hundred innocent people.

Children.

And then...

and then you kidnapped me to force me to say

it was all the aliens.

Kwan, the entire encounter was recorded.

You people can make video look like anything.

We've seen your Spartan propaganda broadcasts.

You think the Outer Colonies don't see through that?

And when they hear my version,

you can forget about unity or whatever.

Those other colonies are going to run from the UNSC

as fast as they can.

What is it you want?

Independence for Madrigal.

That's what my dad wanted.

So that's what I want.

Yeah.

[sighs]

Get some rest.

I'll see you on Reach.

[woman] Getting a red light on hatch 4.

[woman 2] Commander Shepherd, you are requested

at the Skillian Response Center.

[sobbing softly]

[John, over monitor] Retrieving now.

[soft gasp]

Biometrics are all over the map.

Body temperature is up. It's up.

Lymphatics, they're ignited.

Elevated activity in his hypothalamus

and pineal glands.

Look, look.

The energy pulse is stimulating his connective tissue.

All this from contact with a piece of rock.

Has he said anything?

No.

How long until they're back?

- Better part of a day. - Okay.

Sierra 1-1-7.

[computerized voice] Connecting.

[over intercom] Dr. Halsey. Status report.

Returning from Twenty-Three Librae, Planet Madrigal,

with a single survivor.

Covenant disarmed, one escapee.

And your neural lace metrics, any anomalies?

[sighs]

I saw things...

when I touched the object.

What kind of things?

Woods.

A white dog.

A family.

A family?

That's what it felt like.

Okay.

John...

until we know more about that object,

I'd like you to keep your distance from it.

Copy that.

You've been through a lot, John.

So, whatever's happened, you get yourself back here

and we will sort it out, okay?

[John] Yes, ma'am.

- Sierra out. - [intercom beeps off]

I need live updates every ten minutes streamed to me,

and when he lands, you bring him straight here.

Yes, ma'am.

Okay.

Please, open the door. Please--

- [beeps] - [computer] Identification.

Master Chief, Petty Officer, John 1-1-7.

What are you doing?

Scanning the integrity of all bio interfaces

for evidence of abnormalities.

That your way of saying you don't feel well?

Checking systems.

[computer pinging]

Yes.

You gonna live?

Yes.

Hey.

There anything to eat on this ship?

[equipment whirrs]

[indistinct chatter]

Heard you played politician today with the rebel girl.

Dad, I tried.

I sucked up my pride, and I really--

I gave it my best.

I believe you.

Selling Dr. Halsey's Spartans to a rebel, of all people.

As if Halsey'd ever do a thing to promote me.

- That's not entirely fair. - Please don't. Don't defend her.

She's done nothing but throw roadblocks in my way.

Halsey's always been single-minded.

Work is the only thing that matters.

I made my peace with that a long time ago.

It's nothing personal.

"Nothing personal" isn't a great excuse

when it's your mom.

[man] Blood, ocular fluid, glandular extracts,

and bone samples sent to external lab...

You know, you are a lot like her.

[scoffs] Ouch.

I mean that as a compliment.

Anyway...

I'm guessing the UNSC

isn't about to grant Madrigal complete independence.

Mnh-mnh.

So what happens now, to the girl?

That's what I came over here to tell you.

Tell me what?

Kwan Ha was badly wounded

in the alien attack on Madrigal.

Despite our best efforts, she succumbed to her injuries.

I-I spoke to her, and she was fine.

What--? What injuries?

Dad.

You didn't order an Article 72.

Came from up top.

I wanted you to hear it from me.

Well, then you're okay with this?

It's not about being okay.

No, it's about keeping the deuterium flowing,

regardless of the cost.

- It is not that simple. - It is that simple.

It's-it's an Article 72.

We're murdering a teenage girl...

and I'm complicit.

We're in a war, Miranda.

The future of humanity--

What's the point in saving humanity

if we're going to give up our own?

Sometimes you have to make hard choices to get good results.

Now who's sounding like Halsey?

You don't eat?

Didn't see anything I liked.

Yeah?

What is it you like?

Nuts. Bolts.

Microchips.

- That was a joke. - Yeah, no, I get it.

Hilarious.

You ever take that thing off?

All of my diagnostic command and control systems

run through here.

I need it.

Master Chief, huh?

You know we've actually met before today.

When was this?

When you killed my mother.

She was at a meeting.

Outer Colonists getting together to talk about how the UNSC

was stripping us of all our natural resources.

But before they got into all that,

you and three other Spartans showed up,

responding to an insurrectionist bomb threat.

But, see, that never made much sense, because why would--?

Why would insurrectionists

blow up a meeting for insurrectionists?

Yeah.

We were ordered to eliminate the organizer.

And the orders changed.

To what?

The assembled were deemed an imminent threat.

My mom seemed like an imminent threat to you?

What I can see on the ground may not reflect

the entirety of the situation.

- What does that mean? - Sometimes...

others know things I do not.

It ever occur to you that it might work the other way around?

Then you question everything?

And someone told you that's bad?

Of course they did.

It's funny, I...

I don't look at pictures of my mom that often, but...

you...

you're everywhere.

Can't turn around without staring at an uplink

about humanity's best weapon.

[sighs]

[rapid computerized beeping]

What is your name?

Kwan Ha.

How much longer are we stuck in here?

ETA is still several hours.

And then what?

That's still being worked out.

[Halsey] So, what's the problem?

Roll it back for her.

Yes, ma'am.

[overlapping chatter]

What's he doing?

Wait for it.

Captain, does Master Chief know the girl is Article 72?

Of course. It would have been communicated to him.

Dr. Halsey, what's wrong with 1-1-7?

Nothing, it's just a neurochemical glitch

caused by a power surge to his prefrontal cortex.

It's not nothing.

Rather than execute the rebel as ordered,

he has decided to kill the video feed from his ship.

What's going on?

I think he's having memories.

What?

Of?

His parents.

I thought you'd sealed those memories.

[Halsey] He's not even certain that they're his memories.

For the moment, they're just visions.

Then why violate procedure?

I don't know.

Not knowing why a walking killing machine

is doing what it's doing

is a risk that cannot be taken.

I agree completely,

which is precisely why the Cortana system could prove--

There is no Cortana system, Catherine.

No cloning, no Cortana. Is that clear?

Now get your Spartan under control.

- [door hisses open] - What's happening?

Something is...

wrong.

I can't breathe.

What are you doing?

[technician] Ship's oxygen levels dropping.

I need to...

Kwan.

Take down the oxygen in 1-1-7's suit.

Don't drop the O2 below 40. I want him unconscious,

- not dead. - Yes, ma'am.

Can the girl survive this?

I thought you wanted her dead.

[alarm beeping]

[wheezes]

[alarm beeping continues]

- It's over there. - Here.

It's holding at 40%. He's unconscious.

[gasps]

I'm getting a report of access to panel Alpha 1-6.

If he's unconscious, how come he's opening panels in the ship?

- What's in A-1-6? - Atmosphere controls.

- [air hissing] - [John sighs]

[technician] Oxygen levels are returning to normal.

What sort of weapons is the ship carrying?

John is not going to fire on us.

I think it's safe to say you don't know

what Master Chief is going to do at this point.

[Keyes] Ship's flying on AI. We have control.

I'll send an escort of Pelicans.

I need more than an escort, Captain.

Put out the alarm.

Scramble everyone to landing bay,

full squadron protocol.

Due respect, we are talking about

our most important military asset.

We are not taking any chances.

Let me investigate. I'll speak to John,

and whatever influence this object's--

Question one more order, Doctor,

and you can watch from your lab.

[alarm blaring]

[soldier 1] Come on! Let's go! Move!

- Move out! - [soldier 2] Let's go! Let's go!

Move your ass out! Go!

Move, move, move!

[soldiers shouting]

Clear.

[Halsey, over intercom] Silver team,

Master Chief has been compromised

by the object you located on Madrigal.

Because of this, he's no longer able to comply with orders.

You've been dispatched by Fleet Command

to neutralize him.

- I'm superseding those orders. - [man] Move!

Whatever he's experiencing,

there are other available solutions.

When that ship lands,

I want you to secure and protect Master Chief

from anyone who actively threatens his life,

whatever the circumstances.

Engage friendlies, ma'am?

If they go after Chief, they're not friendlies.

Correct, Dr. Halsey?

Correct.

[engine powering up]

Kwan.

Don't move.

You're gonna need to listen to me.

What did you do to me?

Stop messing with that stuff.

UNSC changed the air mixture, not me.

Why should I trust you?

I am trying to get control of the flight.

I will kill you.

[breathing heavily]

This is Mark Six Mjolnir armor.

The outer layer is enhanced titanium.

You won't even dent it.

[air hisses]

If you want me dead...

you'll need to aim up here.

What just happened?

[rapid beeping]

I think he just took off his helmet.

- What are you doing? - Trying to help you.

If this ship lands,

they will remove you and execute you.

They told you this?

And you just decided to help me?

Why would a Spartan do that?

I don't know.

Get me thermal imaging on the Condor.

[technician] Right away.

So what now?

We need to work fast.

[Keyes] There's a weapon signature on the girl.

Did your Spartan just give an insurgent a rifle?

Green Deck, two minutes till touchdown.

Two minutes!

[soldier] Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

[overlapping shouts]

Open ECAM panel two.

Disconnect the AI autopilot fail-safe.

- Autopilot what? - [John] ECAM panel two!

That's how we get control of the ship.

- Rip out the cables to the FMS! - Which cables?

I need to disconnect the stabilizer servos

at the same time, otherwise we lose complete control.

I can't! They're stuck!

Must work faster, Kwan!

I'm trying!

[soldier] Go! Go! Go!

[indistinct shouts]

[grunts] Shit!

[alarms beeping]

[powering down]

[computerized voice] ...now in manual mode.

You are now in manual mode.

[alarm beeping]

He's disabled the AI.

Flying manually, ma'am.

What are we waiting for? I thought you had control.

I do. Hang on.

Captain...

This is Keyes. Pulse the ship

before he can load fire controls.

Knock it down!

[sharp grunt]

[loud crash]

[artifact clatters]

[solider] Let's go! Move!

[breathing heavily]

[solider] Move! Flanking starboard!

Halt! Cover me!

Ready!

[soldier] Bravo Two, at the door!

[soldier 2] Hold your line!

In your ranks!

Hold your section!

What do we do?

[panting]

[soldier] Prepare to breach!

What do we do?

- All engines dead. - No response.

Drop the girl.

And if he makes a move, drop him too.

Shit.

Master Chief, please tell me you have a plan.

[soldier] Placing charges!

[beeping]

Master Chief!

[artifact clicking]

[energy flows]

[beeping]

[laughing]

- [Young John] Want to see? - [mother] Of course.

[energy powers down]

[woman] What just happened?

Debasement status?

[systems powering up]

A.I. is disengaged.

What did you just do?

[technician] Switching to auxiliary power.

[Parangosky] What was that?

[overlapping chatter]

[grunts]

[all shouting]

Strap in.

[end theme music playing]