Colony (2016–2018): Season 1, Episode 3 - 98 Seconds - full transcript

Previously on "Colony"...

You want my help?
We want our son back.

You help me, I help you.

We need to know
how close they are.

There's a woman running a unit,

ex-CIA,
if I had to guess.

They caught the bastards
and put the bomb on a truck.

I'm gonna use him,
work my way up the food chain,

find Geronimo, and then
we get Charlie back.

Why can't I go
to school anymore?

Because the government
is giving us a tutor.



So that's gonna be
your new teacher.

Geronimo needs every soldier
loyal to the cause

ready and willing to fight.

You have contact with him?

We're close to executing
an operation that will give us

a fighting chance to end
the occupation itself.

My fellow colonists,

welcome to day 341
of our occupation.

This morning I want to talk
to you about an ordinary man,

a family man.

His name is Tom,
and he works the loading dock

in Ward Six, graveyard shift.

Tom's wife was killed
during the Arrival,

and now he lives with his
12-year-old daughter, Fiona,



in a house shared
with four other families.

But Fiona made a mistake.

She blamed the RAPs
for her mother's death

during lunch at school,

and one of the teachers
overheard her.

And even though she was
just telling the truth,

she was expelled.

Now...

Fiona's friends are afraid
to talk to her.

She spends her days
alone in the house.

Tom watches his little girl

withdraw deeper and deeper
into her shell.

She misses her friends.

She misses her mother.

This breaks Tom's heart.

But we all face hardships

in this new reality, don't we?

What matters is what we do
with our frustration,

how we turn our anger
and sorrow into action.

[device beeping]
Triangulating.

Less than 3 kilometers.

So, last Tuesday night,
Tom left for work

at the usual time.

That night, as Tom
was loading another truck

with the tools
of the Occupation,

he decided to add
his own special package.

An hour later,
Tom's package exploded

inside the Santa Monica Gateway.

His timing was perfect.

The bomb destroyed
a military convoy

that was about to move
into our block.

The collaborators got
a taste of their own medicine.

Tom is a genuine American hero.

And imagine if he wasn't just
one in a million,

but one of a million.

Turn left up there.
[device beeping]

What if we all found
the courage to push back?

Don't wait until your daughter
gets thrown out of school

or your wife gets sent
to the factory.

The history of free men

is not written by chance.

It is by choice.

And our choice is clear,
my friends...

resist or die.

[device beeping rapidly]

I am Geronimo.
You are Geronimo.

We are Geronimo.

It's clear.
Go, go.

- Go, go, go!
- All right, we're in!

[indistinct chatter over radio]

All set, 347.

Do you need backup?
Can you confirm?

Negative.
Target not acquired.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[dog barking in the distance]

Everyone has a first time.

I know.

Mine was named Giovanni.

He was 19,
a student from Naples.

I was 22...
late bloomer.

There's nothing wrong
with waiting for the right one.

[scoffs]
Right one?

He didn't even speak English,
but the accent was hot.

I was so scared.

I was so nervous
I wasn't gonna do it right.

He's Italian,
so he was an old pro.

Took me through it, and
wouldn't you know, I survived.

We're still talking
about sex, right?

You're surrounded by people
who know what they're doing.

Just relax, follow our lead.
You'll get through it.

No sign of them yet.

Copy that.
Keep me posted.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, Justin.

[gun cocks]

Ever shot one of these?

Only at the range.

Hopefully you won't need it,

but if you do,
it's point and click.

Okay.

Listen up.

Target is en route.

We are a go.

Hey, you'll be great.

Yeah.

[tires screeching]

Shit!

Pull him out of there.

- Oh, what the hell, man?
- Don't move!

- Freeze!
- Don't move!

Get down!
Now!

Stay down.

What's your call sign?

Transpo, Unit 16.

Mayday! Mayday!
T.U. 16, hijack in progress!

Request immediate assistance,
Magnolia and 7th!

Clock one.

All units, all units,
hijacking in progress...

[beep]
Clock two.

Hey, we're getting an audience.

Hey, man, let us in on this.

We'll help you out,
you help us out.

We don't need help.
Get off the street.

You really gonna shoot me?

If you touch the truck, yeah.

Okay, ready?
Let's go! Go, go, go!

Down!
Get down!

[gasping]

Let's go.

Okay. It's okay.
It's okay.

We're gonna get you help, okay?
Here...

You're okay.

He's bleeding everywhere.
I don't know what to do.

We can't move him.

Oh, my God, we can't leave him!

[indistinct shouting]

It's gonna be okay.
It's okay, Justin.

Katie, move!

That's enough.
He's gone.

[alarm blares]

- Drones incoming!
- Come on.

Pull out!

We got to get out of here!

[indistinct shouting]

[drones whirring overhead]

Stop clock two.

[device beeps]

98 seconds.

[alarm blares]

[indistinct shouting]

Leave it! Leave it!

[drones warbling]

[sirens approaching]

Stop clock one.
[device beeps]

[sirens stop, car door closes]

[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

We're out.

[children laughing]

[children chattering
indistinctly]

Kids?

Kids? You need to clean up
before you can play.

Okay.

[door opens, closes]

Hi, Mrs. Bowman.
Gracie and I were just working...

- [breathing heavily]
- Are you okay?

I'm fine. Thank you.
I'm just gonna take a shower.

[footsteps climbing stairs]

Katie!

Katie!

[breathing heavily]

No.

You in here?

Hey.

Okay.
[door closes]

- All right.
- [sobbing]

Okay.

[door opens]

So...

that was kind of weird.
[chuckles]

[laughs]

To be clear,
I'm not complaining.

Babe...

Hey. Hey.

Hey, what's...

Katie.

Katie, come on.

[school bell rings]

[indistinct chatter]

- You want to get lunch?
- I can't.

- You got someone better?
- I'm not blowing you off.

I just have some family stuff
I have to handle.

Catch up later?

Hey.

Shut the door.

Nice.

Thank you.

You see the launch
the other night?

Yeah.

It was different, though,
wasn't it?

The noise.

That's very perceptive.

What do you think it was?

Whatever it is, it is
way beyond our comprehension,

like, uh, if you were to show
a jet engine

to somebody at the turn
of the century.

But the bigger mystery is,

what exactly is happening
up there?

What do you mean?

The last three nights,
I've been monitoring the skies,

and...

I saw something up there.

It's in the Earth's low orbit...
something huge.

Like, it blocked out Polaris
for a minute.

Then it disappeared.

You have a telescope?

I got a...
I got a small one...

but I'm working on a bigger one.

[scoffs]

[indistinct chatter over radio]

[sighs]
Damn.

Don't mess with the drones.

Now, this truck was headed
to the Green Zone.

[indistinct chatter continues]

Four dead Redhats...
It wasn't a food riot.

All right, so what's
your theory?

Resistance group managed
to stop the truck,

hold up the driver...
so far, so good.

Then they lose control
of the situation.

Maybe someone starts popping off
shots when they shouldn't have.

Public joins in, looting starts,

turns into a free-for-all.

We got all these bodies
out here.

Did the cell carry away
their dead?

That's a very good question.

This guy right here.

Looks like somebody tried
to help him before he bled out,

then they executed him.

No ID tags...

like somebody didn't want him
telling any stories.

- What do you think?
- Well...

I think you better go talk
to the boss lady.

[indistinct chatter continues]

[footsteps approaching]

Whoever did this
left a body behind.

Looks like they executed him.

Get a photo of the face.
I'll track it down.

This wasn't
neighborhood looters.

This was a planned op
that went bad.

I agree.

Homeland found this
before you arrived.

Geronimo.

- Hold still. Hold still.
- Come on.

Please!
[sobbing]

But we didn't do anything.

- You're gonna be all right.
- I swear.

Do you have to come in
like storm troopers?

The parents are out front.
Did you try talking to 'em?

Look for photos
and anything handwritten.

You have a teenager, right?

What kid reads Joseph Conrad?

[mattress rips]

Ma'am?

Wow. Porn in
a teenager's room...

looks like you've cracked
the case.

What's that?

A cipher.

We found a couple
of these before.

We think it's
how they communicate.

So what's it say?

It says you were right
about the kid.

Nothing to see, people.

The parents didn't do anything.

They harbored a terrorist.

They lost their son today.
We don't have to send them away.

Justin Kim participated
in a criminal act

that resulted in the deaths
of 22 people,

including four members
of Homeland Security.

They had families too.

Sending innocent people
to the Factory

is not gonna change that.

You see everybody watching?

They'll think twice
before getting involved

and putting their families
at risk.

[blues music playing]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

The Occupation beat me
to Kim's parents' place.

[sighs]

How did they get there so fast?

They found people who know
what they're doing.

[sighs] Well, we need to look
at today as a win.

We got the intel we needed.

Now, did Kim have anything that
could've lead them back to us?

He was a good soldier.
He knew protocol.

♪ ♪

But you don't know for sure?

[dog barking in the distance]

You're home.

I wanted to check on you.

Thanks.
I'm fine, but...

thank you.

So what was
all that about this morning?

I was prepping the Yonk,
and I...

I found, um...

oh, his...
his home-run ball,

the... the one he signed.

[sighs]

Three-run walk-off.
[chuckles]

Yeah, the three run
walk-off.

What a day.

[laughs]

[whispering] I never know
when it's gonna end.

I'm sorry I complained
when you took this job.

That was selfish.

Oh, come on.

Neither of us wanted this.

There was this kid today...

maybe 20...

killed in
an attempted robbery...

for food.

So we search his house.

As soon as we found evidence
linking him to the Resistance...

Redhats came in,
drug his parents away.

They lose their kid...

And then they go to the Factory,
just like that.

I'm responsible for that...

all so we can get our son back.

Whatever you're going through...

we're going through together.

You can tell me anything.

Just talk to me.

[sniffles]

I love you.

[sniffles]

I love you too.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey.
Thanks for coming.

[whispering]
What happened today?

It was terrible, I know.

I went home to my kids, and...

and I didn't know,
but I had blood all over me.

[voice breaking]
And I kept seeing everything,

and... and I could hear it,
and I could smell it,

and it took hours
for my hands to stop shaking.

Same thing happened to me.

Dreams are gonna be bad too,
but you'll get used to it.

I don't want to get used to it.

Come on, there's someone else
who wants to talk to you.

Sit with me.

No.

I've been involved
in a lot of operations.

That one didn't go well.

"Didn't go well"?

Is that how you explain
what you did to Justin?

Please, sit.

I did what had to be done.

No one gets taken.
No one gets tortured.

If I'm ever
in the same situation,

I hope you'd do the same for me.

There's nothing pretty or
romantic about armed conflict.

I understand what you're
going through,

but I need you to try and focus.

Your man just hit
Justin's house.

I know.

- You know?
- He told me.

What else did he tell you?

They arrested Justin's parents.

Did they give up anything?
They take anything?

- What'd they take from the house?
- I don't know!

I need you to go back to him
and find out.

I can't.
I can't.

No.

You have to, Katie.

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me, ma'am.

Want it in the back?

Straight back,
last door on the left.

Got ya.

- [sighs]
- What?

It's your place, not mine.

Oh, come on, I can handle it.

Thanks.

[chuckling]
That thing's got to go.

Larry?

First, there are no moose
south of the Mason-Dixon Line.

Second, it makes the place
look like a VFW hall.

Okay, I hear you.

Where's all
this stuff from, anyway?

The beer's from San Francisco.

Oh. Guess they're
still around.

And brewing beer,
and that's not bad.

I guess Kentucky
is still in business.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Mm.
- Mm.

Ooh.

Whoo.

All right.

You and Will seem good.

Oh, it's a small house.

[laughing]

I'm sorry.

[laughing] It's okay.
I'm glad you're happy.

[both laughing]

[clears throat]
What about you?

You, uh... you thinking
about anything like that yet?

♪ ♪

[exhales sharply]

No.
No, it's too soon.

I think I'll have another.
[chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

What's wrong?

- Hey, do you have your bike?
- Yeah.

Okay, I need you to follow me.

[breathing heavily]

Oh, God.

- You have keys for that?
- My dad was DWP.

He had keys for everything.

The RAPs must not have known
about it,

or it was too deep.

What are you doing?

Trusting you.

Come on.

[laughs]
Dad totally busted you.

I have no memory of this.
I've nev...

Mrs. Bowman?

Where are the kids?

They're eating.

It's very quiet.

Peace of environment
is peace of mind.

Right.

Thank you for today.

Yes, we're good.
You can go.

Is everything okay,
Mrs. Bowman?

Uh, what do you mean?

You looked upset this morning,
like some terrible had happened.

[water running]

Not sure
what you're talking about.

Everything's fine.

I want you to know that
your home is a sacred place

and your privacy
is important to me.

Whatever I see and hear
will remain inside these walls.

Thank you. That's...
that's very good to know.

I'll see you tomorrow.

[dog barking in the distance]

Uh, is it just me, or is she...

Completely bonkers?

[laughs]

The kids seem to love her.

They do.

[wall groaning]

What's that noise?

It's the wall, up above us.

Come on.

- ¿Quién es ese tipo?
- Mi amigo.

- ¿Estás loca?
- ¿Quién más iba a traer?

Bram, this is my cousin Pedro.

What happened?

I fell is what happened.

Stupid-ass ladder
was wet.

[groans]

Oh, my God.

[wincing]
Mi pie.

What's out there?

The rest of the world.

L.A. bloc.
How can I help you?

She's still in there?

Man, she disappears for hours
when she's on the Rolodex.

The Rolodex?

Our database.

Justin Albert Kim...

he lasted three weeks
in boot camp in Coronado

before he broke his leg
and medical-ed out.

I've been able to flag
several locations of interest.

This might be nothing,
but we need to follow the string

until it's cut.

Oh.

He liked swimming

and drift racing
and old-school video games.

Where does all this come from?

Well, the great mystery
of the universe, Will,

isn't where we come from,
but where we're going.

I need you to go
to these locations

to see if you can follow him
upstream into the cell.

You two hit
the community center.

I'll take a Homeland breach team

and go
to the auto-parts place.

Keep in touch by radio.

See?
Good work leads to more work.

[chuckles]

The data on the Rolodex...
is it new?

No, it's from before.

Who's tech is it, the RAPs?

Uh, I don't know.

You ever seen one?

Snyder has, or so he says.

You think Phyllis
has ever seen one?

Seen one?
She might be one.

[lock breaks]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Man...

I miss sports so much,

I could watch reruns
of synchronized swimming.

[chuckles]

We're in the right place.

- Huh.
- Look at this...

sound proofing.

For what?

Shooting drills.

[gunshots]

This is Dagger 2-1!
We're under hostile fire!

We need Homeland QRT
on this location now!

What are you doing?
Will!

Son of a bitch.

- Are you all right?
- Fine.

I survived 30 years on the job
'cause I didn't run at bullets!

Good note.
What do you got?

Look at this.

[whistles]

Yeah.
Ain't that a peach?

Finally, we're home.

How long have you been
going there?

Six months.

Our rations weren't enough
to get by.

My dad's gone, and my mom...
well, she can't work,

so my cousin and I started
liberating stuff

from the other side.

What about all the people?

There are no people.
It's... it's totally empty.

Half our armament...

gone.

I mean, I thought
it would take a year

for the counterinsurgency
to get to this level.

We need to shut him down.

We've never had anyone
this deep inside before.

And you just want
to cut that off?

[sighs]

All right...

tell Katie
the math here is simple.

Her intel needs to outweigh

the damage that her husband
is doing to us.

[exhales deeply]
Jesus, you scared me.

I got a million things
to do before...

I need you to hear this.

Will's team hit our armory,

took half our weapons.

Was there...

Shooting?
Yes.

No casualties.

How did they find it?

I don't know.

But if Will had gotten there
a few hours earlier,

he would've walked in
on the whole cell.

Listen to me.

Will can be one
of two things to us...

an asset or a hazard.

With you on board,
he's an asset,

but if you're not...

No.
No, no, no...

Don't act surprised, Katie.

Will put himself in danger
the moment he signed up

for that job, same as you.

I never wanted it to get here.

But if you can't provide
more actionable intel,

then Will needs to get
a lot worse at his job.

[upbeat music playing,
indistinct chatter]

- How's everybody doing?
- Cheers!

Beer? Here it is.
Here it is.

This one's on the house.
You can pay for the beer.

Ready?
One, two, three.

Oh, oh, really?

- You want another one?
- Yep.

Here you go.
That's for you.

One more of those... you got it.
One more of those.

Thank you very much.

Cheers!

Uh-huh,
I'll get at this.

Thanks, guys. I'm gonna
need you to re-tap that...

Hey.

Well, you made it after all.

You think I'd miss
the opportunity

to drink publicly
for the first time in 11 months?

- What'll you have?
- Oh, give me a brew.

All right.

Oh, and this must be
the lovely wife,

or maybe you rented a supermodel
for the occasion.

He is just like you said...
full of shit.

[Will laughs]

I like her.
I like her.

Man, it's crowded in here.

Yeah, it's gonna be
until curfew.

I don't know. I feel like
I might need some bouncers,

unless you think me and my guns
have got it covered.

Oh, you look like
you're up for the task.

♪ ♪

Good evening, everybody!

[music stops]

Welcome to the Yoknapatawpha!

I practiced that all morning,

which is why it will always be
the Yonk to me.

I wanted to personally
stop in and say

how proud we are
to have the Yonk back open

and contributing
to the community once again.

This institution
is another strong example

of the progress that we are
making in the Los Angeles bloc,

as law and order are restored.

Rest assured,
this place is critical

in the Transitional Authority's
long-term plans,

so we will have our eyes
close on it

to assure that everything
moves ahead

as smoothly as possible.

To the Yonk...

and ten more years of beer,
bourbon, and success.

[all murmuring]

[quietly]
Cheers.

Alan Snyder, nice to meet you.

[blues music playing]

Nice to meet you.

As promised.
What do you think?

I told you people would do
pretty much anything

for a drink, huh?

Just part of what
makes us human.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.
What's that?

What's your stake in all this?

In my world, there are
a lot of competing theories

on governance.

I believe that the softer hand
is more effective.

No one can change
our present situation,

it's immovable, so instead,
everyone needs to try

to appreciate the good things.

The city is cleaner and safer
than it's ever been.

There's no worry of terrorism
or unemployment.

You can even catch a bus

and go from anywhere to anywhere
in 20 minutes.

♪ ♪

Bringing back places like this
is one of the ways

we give everyone something
to put their energy into.

That's good for me.
It's good for you.

It's good for everybody.

So cheers.
Good luck.

♪ ♪

Great.

♪ ♪

All right, what are you having?

- You good?
- Beer.

Hey.

- [exhales deeply]
- Why are you hiding back here?

[exhales deeply]

You were right, Will.
We sold out.

I miss Charlie so much,
I can barely breathe,

but there's... there's got
to be another way,

something that doesn't have us
working for Snyder.

Where's all this coming from?

What happened?
I thought we agreed.

We rationalized,
but we can't trust him.

We sold our souls, and we may
never get anything in return.

Yes, we will.

Listen, you saw the power
of your new ID.

[whispering] Maybe we use that,
and we all sneak

into Santa Monica together,
the whole family.

And if it doesn't work?

All of us go to the Factory.

Then maybe Sirak has
new connections.

We've tried that!
We've tried everything!

Look, it's killing me
working for these bastards,

but Snyder likes me,
and I'm learning things...

things that can help us.

They got all kinds
of information

from before the Arrival.

My boss is a mastermind
at putting it together.

Listen to me!

[grunts]

[whispering] If I can
figure out how it works...

then we can use it.

Can you use it to find our son?

Yes!
Yes.

But that's only step one.

You have to trust me, okay?

I know what I'm doing.

[indistinct chatter]

[blues music playing]

I've been thinking
about that safe house we hit.

What about it?

Jennifer was awful quick
to jump on that other location.

Still on that leak, huh?

Maybe somebody talked,
but for damn sure,

it wasn't Jennifer.

How do you know that?

You and me...
we're realists.

For guys like us, this job's
just a means to an end,

but Jennifer...

she's a true believer,
my friend.

[chuckles]

You were LAPD?

San Fran.

When I retired from the job...

and my second wife...

bought myself a nice
little place up in Big Bear,

cozy little cabin.

Thought about that place
for 30 years,

clearing cases up north.

Finally, I built myself a house.

I cut every board,

drove every nail,
lived there for five years.

One day the dishwasher breaks,

needs a new O-ring.

Closest place that
had one in stock

was down in Los Angeles, so
I figured I'd make a day of it...

come down, have some tacos.

[laughs]

Then...

The Arrival.

Hell, yeah.

So you're saying
you're stuck here

working for the Occupation...

[laughing]
Because of your dishwasher.

Make sure they put that
on my tombstone.

♪ ♪

Is that on the house?

No.

A dollar barely used to be
enough for the jukebox in here.

I could get used
to these prices.

I know how they got to Justin
and the armory so quickly.

They have this huge database
of information,

and, more importantly,
they have a woman

who knows how to manipulate it.

Who is she?

First I want to make a deal.

My husband
is never harmed, ever.

You have my word.