|This is a transcribed copy of "The Tinder Box" feel free to add information to this article as long it comes directly from the episode.|
Bellamy: Previously on "The 100"...
Clarke: Something's coming. Something unlike anything we've seen before. The wave of radiation will kill everything in its path.
Raven: We didn't treat her.
Abby: Her body's rejecting the radiation on its own. There's only one variable that separates Luna from the others.
Clarke: I should be going to the island to make Nightblood.
Monty: If Jaha's right and Becca created Nightblood there, they'll find her records. Then all they have to do is reverse engineer it from Luna, and everyone lives.
Clarke: If they can get it done before the radiation gets here.
Monty: Then, I guess we'd better finish the ship.
Roan: They told us that you have a Nightblood.
Kane: NIghtblood helps metabolise radiation. We're investigating ways to create it for everyone, so we can all survive.
Echo: Roan wants you alive, come quietly.
Octavia: That'll happen.
Ilian: Skaikru made me murder my entire family.
Roan: We're bringing you home. Your ship is shelter from Praimfaya, so I intend to take it.
Raven: Computer, show me the radiation detection software available for the drone fleet in VHDL.
Jackson: God, Becca was good. Nightblood was designed to help the human body not reject the AI and protect it against radiation emitted from the device. That's why it saved Luna.
Abby: That's why it'll save us all. If we can figure out how she made these cells combine.
Jackson: Looks like Becca was experimenting with perfluorochemicals, oxygenators, the building block of artificial blood.
Abby: I know what they are Jackson, but I'm not seeing that here.
Jackson: Abby, what if we came all this way for nothing? What if we can't figure it out?
Abby: We can do this, Jackson. We know that Becca figured it out. Luna's proof of that. If it's not in the database, we reverse engineer it from Luna's blood.
[High-pitched sound, Raven gasps in pain]
Abby: I need a new sample. Where's Luna?
Jackson: She's sleeping, and we should let her. We've taken too much already. Her body needs time-
Abby: We don't have time! Wait! You're right, I'm sorry. Help me re-run the molecular valence test on sample 7.
Jackson: Copy that.
Jackson: Abby, listen to this. According to the record, Becca first developed what we know as Nightblood for the Eligius Mining Company.
Jackson: Long duration space missions. Criminals were put into hypersleep and given Nightblood to protect against solar radiation.
Abby: Hmm. Nice of her to share that with our ancestors on the Ark. I don't understand. The Nightblood protein chains are broken. How does she get them to bind to the blood cells?
Jackson: I thought you hated molecular biology.
Abby: Raven! She's seizing. Okay!
Jackson: Grab her neck.
Abby: Okay! Okay! On her side, on her side!
Jackson: I got it, I got it.
Abby: I have a Reaper stick in my bag, get it. Hurry! Okay, baby. Okay, honey. Hold her.
Jackson: I got her.
Abby: Okay. Oh, you're okay.
Monty: All right. This is the last batch of moonshine. Feels a little light.
Niylah: Your hunters are slipping. I can only dry what they bring me.
Clarke: Hey, any word from Jaha? Did they find Bellamy's unit?
Monty: Yeah. They're back, and we forgot to tell you.
Niylah: [in Trigedasleng] Hello, my friend.
Clarke: Hi. How light were we?
Niylah: Always so serious. Better. Don't worry. The earth will be more generous next time. See you then.
Clarke: Hey, wait. Uh... did you charge the radio that I gave you when you were here?
Niylah: Yes, like you told me to.
Harper: She just stopped breathing.
Clarke: Ok. Get her on the table now.
Harper: There's a stab wound in her belly. She's soaked in blood.
Clarke: Okay. First things first. 1, 2, 3, 4... Who are you? How did this happen to her?
Ilian: Ilian kom Trishanakru.
Clarke: 1, 2...
Ilian: I was on my way home from Polis when I found her.
Clarke: Okay. Get her to medical now. Getting her here saved her life. Thank you.
Clarke: Hey, hey, hey, hey, shh, it's okay. It's okay. You're okay. Octavia, you've lost a lot of blood, but you're home now. I'm gonna help you.
Octavia: Azgeda's coming.
Monty: What's she talking about?
Octavia: Azgeda is coming. Army… marching.
Clarke: Octavia, hey, hey, hey, stay with me.
Octavia: War is here.
Clarke: Take her. Go.
Monty: Okay. 3, 2, 1.
Clarke: Start an I.V., blood and fluids, and... and get a suture kit ready. Hey, I have to do this, but get Kane on the radio. Find out exactly what's going on.
Monty: On it.
Clarke: Harper, hey, look at me. Convene the guard. Miller's dad is ranking officer. If Azgeda's coming, we need to plan our defense, okay? I'll be there as soon as I can.
Clarke: Niylah, I could use the help.
David Miller: Okay. We station gunners along the wall. That way, we can thin their numbers before they get a chance to close the distance.
Harper: And when they get close?
David: Hydrazine. We buried what was left in the engines when we landed. It's being dug up right now. We're gonna pour it into the trenches.
Harper: Hey, how is she?
David: Listen. All we have to do is spread it in front of the outer wall. Then when the army gets close...
Riley: We light them up.
David: That's right.
Monty: You want to light a fire outside the ship we just spent the last month getting ready?
Clarke: That's not happening. Any word from Kane?
Monty: No, but Jaha found the cargo truck 12 hours out, no sign of Bellamy or Stephens.
Clarke: I have to speak to Roan. Something happened, some sort of misunderstanding.
Harper: Clarke, if he wanted to talk, he wouldn't be coming with his army.
Clarke: Right, but there's only one way to get here from Polis. I'll ride out and meet him.
David: No, absolutely not.
Monty: Actually, that might work.
Harper: Monty, what are you talking about?
Monty: The Ice Nation thinks they have the element of surprise, but, thanks to Octavia, we do. Pike showed us how valuable that can be.
Harper: You're citing Pike?
Monty: As awful as that sounds, yes.
Echo: [in Trigedasleng] Halt.
Roan: [in Trigedasleng] They knew we were coming. They were warned.
Echo: [in Trigedasleng] There’s no way Octavia survived my blade, or that fall.
Clarke: We need to talk.
Roan: Little late for that.
Roan: [in Trigedasleng] Archers! Target Wanheda!
Echo: [in Trigedasleng] My king...
Monty: Okay, we got their attention.
David: Remember, no one fires unless fired upon. The radiation’s our enemy, not the Ice Nation.
Echo: [in Trigedasleng] Bring the prisoners.
Roan: Your move, Wanheda.
Clarke: Ten minutes, that’s all I ask.
Echo: Wait, where’s she going? What if it’s a trap?
Roan: It is a trap. We’re already in it.