The 100

I feel the sun on my face.

I see trees all around me.

Scent of wildflowers on a breeze. It's so beautiful.

In this moment, I'm not stranded in space.

It's been 97 years since a nuclear apocalypse killed everyone on Earth

leaving the planet simmering in radiation.

Fortunately, there were survivors.

Twelve nations had operational space stations at the time of the bombs.

There is now only the Ark, one station forged from the many.

We're told the earth needs another 100 years to become survivable again.

Four more space-locked generations and man can go home.

Back to the ground.

The ground, that's the dream.

This is reality.

Prisoner 319, face the wall.

Reality sucks.

- What is this? - Quiet.

- Hold out your right arm. - No!

No, it's not my time.

- I don't turn 18 for another month. - Hold out your arm.

On The Ark, every crime, no matter how small, is punishable by death.

Unless you're under 18.

- Take your watch... - No, it was my father's.

- Take your... - No!

Juvenile offenders get put here. Lock up.

We call it the Sky Box.

- Prisoner 319. - Clarke, stop!

Wait here.

Mom?

Mom, what's going on?

What is this?

They're killing us all, aren't they?

Reducing population to make more time for the rest of you.

Clarke, you are not being executed.

You're being sent to the ground.

- All one hundred of you. - What?

But it's not safe. No, we get reviewed at 18.

The rules have changed. This gives you a chance to live.

Your instincts will tell you to take care of everybody else first.

Just like your father. But be careful.

I can't lose you too.

I love you so much.

Earth, Clarke. You need to go to Earth.

Welcome back.

- Look... - Wells, why the hell are you here?

When I found out they were sending prisoners to the ground

I got myself arrested.

I came for you.

- What was that? - That was the atmosphere.

Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now.

You've been given a second chance.

And as your chancellor, it is my hope that you see this

as not just a chance for you but a chance for all of us

indeed for mankind itself.

We have no idea what is waiting for you down there.

If the odds of survival were better we would have sent others.

Frankly, we're sending you, because your crimes have made you expendable.

- If, however, you do survive... - Your dad's a dick, Wells.

then those crimes will be forgiven. Your records wiped clean.

I saw a ship launch, not more than 20 minutes ago.

- Who was on it? - Was it the prisoners? They're just kids.

Are they going to Earth? Has something changed?

As I said, at this time, we cannot confirm or deny anything.

Come on, lady!

Is my son on that ship?

The drop site has been chosen carefully.

Before the last war,

Mount Weather was a military base built within a mountain.

It was to be stocked with enough non-perishables to sustain 300 people...

...for up to two years. No one ever made it there.

- Because we... - Check it out.

- Spare you no food... - Your dad floated me after all.

Should strap in before the parachutes are deployed.

Hey, you two! Stay put if you want to live.

Mount Weather is life. You must locate those supplies immediately.

You're the traitor who's been in solitary for a year.

You're the idiot who wasted a month of oxygen on an illegal space walk.

But it was fun.

I'm Finn.

One responsibility. Stay alive.

Finally... I'm sure you're wondering

- about those wristbands... - Stay in your seats!

Finn, are you okay?

Ah!

Not now.

Total system failure. That's what we're looking at.

All we know for sure is that they were off course

- when we lost contact, so... - Tell me about communications.

Other than the telemetry from the wristbands, we got nothing.

No audio, no video. No computer link.

Everything that we programmed in to help them is gone.

They're on their own now.

- Retrorockets ought to have fired by now. - Okay.

Everything on this ship is a hundred years old right?

- Just give it a second. - Look, there's something I have to tell you.

I'm sorry I got your father arrested.

Don't you talk about my father.

Please, I can't die knowing that you hate me.

They didn't arrest my father, Wells. They executed him.

I do hate you.

Listen...

No machine hum.

Whoa!

That's a first.

Finn, is he breathing?

The outer doors are on the lower level. Let's go.

No, we can't just open the doors.

Hey, just back it up guys.

Stop!

The air could be toxic.

If the air's toxic, we're all dead anyway.

Bellamy?

That's the girl they hid under the floor.

My god!

Look how big you are.

What the hell are you wearing? A guard's uniform?

I borrowed it to get on the dropship.

Someone's got to keep an eye on you.

Where's your wristband?

Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother in a year.

No one has a brother.

That's Octavia Blake. The girl they found hidden in the floor.

Octavia, no!

Let's give them something else to remember you by.

Yeah? Like what?

Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years.

We're back bitches!

Why so serious, princess?

It's not like we died in a fiery explosion.

Tell that to the two guys, who tried to follow you out of their seats.

You don't like being called princess. Do you, princess?

Do you see that peak over there?

Yeah.

Mount Weather.

There's a radiation-soaked forest between us and our next meal.

They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain.

Here it is.

We know they've landed, but communication's down.

Which means we're still blind to conditions on the ground.

Thanks to Abby's wristbands

at least we know how those conditions affect the human body.

Which is more than we've had for hundred years. So...

...nice work. Now, what are they telling us?

Two dead kids. Dark tiles.

Dr. Jackson, please share our theory with Counselor Kane.

Of course. Granted, they've only been on the ground for seven minutes.

But as of now, we believe the fatalities are due to the landing.

Not radiation levels.

Both boys died at the same time that we lost contact with the dropship.

- Rough landing? That's your theory? - The dots connect.

Would you agree that if it was radiation

we'd see fatalities climb fairly quickly now

because I'm noticing a lot of red on that board.

Spiking vital signs.

Two possibilities. One, injuries sustained during landing.

And the other?

They're excited to be there.

We got problems. The communication system is dead.

I went to the roof. A dozen panels are missing. Heat fried the wires.

All that matters right now is getting to Mount Weather.

See, look. This is us.

This is where we need to get to if you want to survive.

Where did you learn to do that?

Your father.

Cool, a map.

Can I get a bar in this town? I'll buy you a beer.

- You mind? - Hey!

Hands off of him. He's with us.

Relax.

We're just trying to figure out where we are.

We're on the ground. Is that not good enough for you?

We need to find Mount Weather. You heard my father's message.

- That has to be our first priority. - Screw your father.

What? You think you're in charge here?

You and little princess?

Do you think we care who's in charge?

We need to get to Mount Weather.

Not because the chancellor said so, because the longer we wait

the hungrier we'll get and the harder this will be.

How long do you think we'll last without those supplies?

We're looking at a 20-mile trek. Okay?

So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave. Now.

I got a better idea. You two go. Find it for us.

Let the privileged do the hard work for a change.

Yeah.

You're not listening. We all need to go.

Look at this, everybody. Chancellor of Earth.

You think that's funny?

Wells!

Come on, get him!

No, but that was.

All right.

Come on.

Kid's got one leg. How about you wait until it's a fair fight.

Hey, Space Walker.

Rescue me next.

What? He's cute.

- He's a criminal. - They're all criminals.

Look, I came down here to protect you.

I don't need protecting.