Colony (2016–2018): Season 1, Episode 7 - Broussard - full transcript
The series begins less than a year after the beginning of the Occupation. The Bowmans seek their middle child (younger son), Charlie, who was separated from them during the Arrival, while they try to survive with meager resources in a changed world that is constantly dangerous despite its urban veneer of order. Will is forced to work for the Redhats to hunt down the Resistance, or his family will be sent to the Factory. Katie, who is (unbeknownst to Will) a member of the Resistance, now has an inside source in Will.
Previously, on "Colony"...
- Hey!
- Whoa!
- Wait, that... that's Homeland!
- They're not with us.
- You are...
- Maddie.
- I'm working for Charlotte.
- My wife has excellent taste.
- I love you.
- Whatever you're going through,
we're going through together.
You can tell me anything.
Why can't I go to school anymore?
Because the government
is giving us a tutor,
and that's gonna be your new teacher.
- Your son Charlie is alive.
- If you are lying about this...
I really want to help you get him back.
I need you to let me inside.
Where's Snyder?
Katie fed us bullshit, and
then she helped her husband
take us apart. She's a double agent.
We have always known that we were destined
for... something greater.
Before the Arrival, we were
Jews and Christians, Muslims.
Our beliefs were not invalid.
They were just incomplete.
Each of our faiths
promised us that a great day
of salvation was coming, and why?
Because we all knew in our
souls that one day our destiny
as a species would be fulfilled
and we would be lifted up
from the tribulations of
our history and become...
something greater.
Today, we have been
blessed with a visit from
brother Nolan Burgess.
- Welcome, brother.
- Welcome.
He and his friends in
the Political Ministry
understand the importance of our work.
In particular, brother
Burgess has thanked me
for the dedicated service
of our youth leaders.
Brothers and sisters,
would you please stand.
Please.
We the faithful understand
the critical role
that children will play
on the greatest day,
which is why we must do
everything in our power
to prepare them.
The day shall come.
The day shall come.
Bram and Gracie?
I'm back, and I got apple juice.
Almost didn't get it.
Guy in front of me got the last one.
But he forgot his ration
card, which was lucky.
Kids?
Is anybody home?
Lindsey?
Are you all right?
Baby, what is it?
It's nothing.
Brett, what happened to
the Basquiat I pulled?
It was here yesterday, but
someone erased it from the log,
and... it's not here.
Maybe someone borrowed it.
You don't borrow a massive
$12 million piece of art.
Hey, Bear, have you seen your brother?
He left early for school, Mrs. Bowman.
- What's that?
- It's a man.
Maybe when I get home
we can go to the park.
Maybe.
We can all go, Gracie.
Okay, sure.
If you need me, I'll be at the Yonk.
I'm going to dig down in this...
Do you want to know
who this man really is?
He's someone who is very misunderstood.
He came here thousands of years ago
to help us.
Help us do what?
Learn about ourselves
and about our universe.
But then the man died,
and for 2,000 years,
lots and lots of people on
Earth have believed that someday
he's going to come back to save us.
Do you think he's gonna come back?
Yes, just not in the
way that everyone thinks.
But, when it happens,
we'll finally understand why we're here,
and we'll start over, brand new,
and that day is going to
be the greatest day ever.
And you're going to be
a big part of it, Gracie.
This...
is a special book.
It has all kinds of secrets in it.
- Can I read it?
- You can.
But we have to keep it
just between us, okay?
- Okay.
- Good girl.
Charlotte?
Charlotte?
All right, guys, I need
this numbered and tagged.
You've reached Bronson Construction.
No one's available.
Please leave a message.
This is Amelia Gould.
We need to talk about my house.
I went by your office.
There was no one there.
- That's our guy?
- Well, it's his face.
Dwight Ford.
He enlisted with Homeland
Security nine months ago,
right after they started
taking applications.
Meaning he's been on the
inside collecting intel.
What are you doing to find him?
Well, it would help if
we could use the Rolodex.
We need a password.
I'll have to make some
calls, but I can probably
get you authorized.
Authorize Jennifer. She's the expert.
Find this guy.
Grab the Homeland file and...
gimme Dwight Ford's address.
Whoa!
Get over here.
- Come on!
- Yeah, Mom, I'm coming.
On foot!
All right, keep your heads
up. Stand by to breach.
Stand by one. Stand down one!
- Stand by to breach.
- Ready? Go!
We need a medic to assist!
An explosion, like,
an explosion explosion?
Not sure there's another kind.
Lost four members of the breach team.
Jesus.
Who the hell has C-4 these days?
Nobody I want to meet.
Did you find a way into that machine?
Snyder just sent the login.
- Put in his social.
- All right.
- How do we slow this down?
- Hit print.
No, wait.
Let me know what you find.
- Officers Greinke and Robles?
- That's us, bro.
Division Five?
You guys rolled with Officer Dwight Ford,
also known as D?
- Yeah, we did.
- Tell us about him.
Not much to tell. The
guy hardly talked, man.
The guys are saying he's Resistance?
- Ever see any action with him?
- Yeah, sure. Couple times.
He was always good, clean, professional.
Anything that stood out?
He never showered in the barracks.
And you had a problem with that?
It was gross, bro.
What I mean is, one time, at his locker,
I saw that D had this tattoo on his chest.
- A skull with wings.
- And?
And I asked him about it, just
trying to make conversation.
- He didn't like you asking.
- He didn't answer.
Just looked at me. So I never asked again.
- Thank you, gentlemen.
- Yes, sir.
Skull with wings is a Force Recon tattoo.
Marine Spec Ops.
Or maybe he was drunk in Vegas,
picked that one out of a sample book.
Yeah, I'm sure that was it.
Hey, this area's off limits.
Are you deaf, shit-bird?
Hey!
Uhh!
Everything about Dwight
Ford is right here.
Every social media page,
credit report, receipt.
That thing can access every
single bit of digital data
that we had on Earth up until
the moment of the Arrival.
What do you want to see first?
His military background.
Uh, well, Mr. Ford was
in international sales.
Machine tools. Traveled
a lot for his work.
He was a hobbyist shooter,
trap and skeet, mostly,
and studied some martial arts.
- He... he wasn't military, though.
- What did you do?
Before this, I mean.
NSA? Something like that?
I managed one of the
largest private databases
in the world.
They keep track of a lot
of trained killers in there?
I hope not.
Then trust me, these files are bullshit.
Weekend warriors don't rig
their own house with C-4
and they don't sneak into the Green Zone
and assassinate people.
Okay, since you obviously
have all the answers,
why don't you just tell me what you want?
Use your machine to keep digging until
you find someone with a face like this
and a military background.
Katie wants to meet.
Good, saves you the
trouble of finding her.
She's been an asset.
In 52 B.C., the Gauls decided to revolt
against Roman rule.
They were facing
probably the greatest army
the world has ever known, commanded by
a ruthless general named Julius Caesar.
So the odds were obviously
stacked against the Gauls.
But Vercingetorix, their king,
fought a brilliant campaign.
I mean, he basically adopted
a scorched-earth policy,
set fire to his own villages
to cut off the Romans
from needed supplies.
This action caused Caesar
huge logistical problems.
But when it came time to put
his own shiny capital city
to the torch, Vercingetorix faltered.
He gave in to the pleas
of the town elders,
who couldn't bear to
see their capital city
destroyed.
How'd that work out for them?
Caesar took Avaricum for his own
and slaughtered all of its inhabitants.
The graveyards of history are
littered with merciful men.
As I recall, Caesar's dead too.
War is about making hard choices.
- I understand hard choices.
- Then do the math.
Since Katie joined us,
we've lost our armory,
our chance at Snyder...
And most of our cell.
She gave us the head of the Security Wing.
Yeah, and her husband was
promoted to fill the vacuum.
I mean, maybe we're playing
right into her plans.
How is it that since I met you,
I regularly find myself standing
next to awful shit like this?
It's a common complaint.
Van was stolen two weeks ago.
Witnesses to the Snyder ambush
report seeing one like it
leaving the scene.
Inside is... what was a black male,
muscular build.
Any tattoos?
This fits the pattern.
The cell is cleaning house again,
just like they did with
the Gateway bombing.
Check him for a gun.
Your theory. You check him for a gun.
Hell no, man. I'm eating.
Sig P226. Standard Redhat issue.
Guys that good don't go out like punks.
Meaning what?
Brother's got some magical
ability to dodge bullets?
A guy he knows walks up to
him, pow, back of the head.
Simple.
Or that's exactly what
our cell wants us to think.
Why you gotta be like this?
We're looking at an engraved
invitation to just walk away.
Why can't you take it, man?
Guy had a gun on my wife.
Shit.
You work too hard.
Sorry, I just have to finish this.
I haven't been able to
stop thinking about you.
Nolan...
Why don't you come back to my office
and help me out with some paperwork?
Three is the magic number.
She has to be there.
That's the rule... her rule.
Three's a crowd. Come on.
Nolan, I can't.
41...
2, 4, 6, 10, 12.
14.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
1.
20.
_
A friend.
Get in.
Come on.
How you doing?
I figured out how to search photos.
We have one face with
14 different identities.
U.S., Canadian, German, French-Algerian...
- Damn.
- This mean something to you?
Means he isn't just ex-military.
He was some kind of operator.
Dig into his covers, try to link them
to news stories or anything tangible.
It could take me a month
to plow through all these.
Good thing we have government jobs.
This is good.
Follow the rabbit hole. See where it goes.
What are we doing here?
We need to talk.
In private.
My father used to bring me up here.
He was a firefighter.
Man of few words.
We'd sit here on a hot summer day
and see if we could spot smoke.
He told me the only thing in this
world you can trust is yourself.
And then, one day, when I was 12,
I guess to prove it,
he cleaned out the family bank account
and disappeared.
I've lived my life by
that rule ever since.
What's going on?
I'm gonna ask you some questions,
and I need you to be honest.
I've always been honest with you.
That's not what I heard.
Is that coming from Quayle?
Let's consider the source.
Quayle's been lying to
us from the beginning
about his relationship with Geronimo.
All of us, unless you already knew
that Geronimo was just some
Green Zone advertising executive.
This isn't about Quayle.
Have you ever given Will
information on our cell?
Are you seriously asking me that
after everything I have done?
- You killed Vasquez.
- You put me in that situation.
What else would you do if someone
put a gun to Will's head?
I've been clear from the beginning
that my family comes first.
Yeah.
Everything I have is on the line right now
because of you.
I came to this cause because of you,
because I believed you were the one person
I knew who might be able
to make a difference.
And then you bring me up here,
and you question my loyalty.
Katie, wait. Let me take you home.
- I'll walk.
- It's not safe.
I'll take my chances.
Keith.
Looking for your mom.
Back here.
Looking for new opportunities?
Interested in bonus rations?
Consider putting your skills
to use in the Green Zone.
The Authority is currently
looking for everything from
manual laborers to people
with specialized skills.
Rachel.
We gotta talk.
Isn't it time you considered a career
in the Green Zone?
And now, back to the music.
What's going on?
Quayle ordered me to take out Katie.
Oh.
I took her up to Griffith Park,
but...
Quayle thinks she's a double agent.
I think he's wrong.
This is a problem.
Do you believe in him?
Quayle?
He taught me we can resist...
that the RAPs may hold
all the cards right now,
but that if we are smart and resourceful,
then we have a chance.
What would you have done?
Quayle would never ask
me to pull the trigger.
He knows who I am.
Hmm.
- Will Bowman, Division Five.
- You have en escort for me.
Just pull up and follow, sir.
- All units report in.
- Clear. Reporting in.
Good morning, Will.
New place?
It's called Hillhaven.
Ingrid Bergman lived here once, I'm told.
Bored of the other house?
I keep a few different
places. For convenience.
- Coffee?
- Not gonna turn that down.
Thank you.
I had to pull a lot of strings
to get you access to the Rolodex.
I hope it was worth it.
I know who he is.
- What's his name?
- Depends on the day.
Or whether he was
working for the CIA, DOD,
or a private contractor.
Doing what?
What do you think?
So, we have a military-trained
ex-mercenary sociopath
leading the Resistance.
- Something like that.
- That's lovely.
The drones zapped my Congressman,
but they left this guy behind.
Tell me you can find him.
He ended up here for a reason.
There must be some local connection.
I'm gonna find it, and
then I'm gonna find him.
Krista, bring me the thing.
- This is for you.
- What is it?
I know what you're going through.
I have a daughter.
She matters more to me than anything.
Hey.
What are you doing home?
Poured you a drink.
I need one?
What's that?
Good news.
Where'd you get this?
Snyder gave it to me.
So they know where he is.
Those assholes were close enough
to take a picture of my son,
and we still don't have him home?
We know he's alive.
We know that they're manipulating
you with our baby, Will.
So that you'll keep
doing their dirty work.
It's evil, what they're doing.
You gotta get out from under their thumb.
That's what I'm doing.
But when I'm ready.
On my terms.
Look at him, Katie.
He's growing up alone.
Please don't touch the art.
Excuse me?
Charlotte wants you to manage
the correspondence today.
What?
You put me back on envelope duty?
Brett will set you up.
Charlotte, I don't understand.
No, apparently you don't.
You serve at my pleasure.
Whatever I've been
kind enough to give you,
I can take back just as quickly.
Like the medical care we're
providing for your son.
I would never to anything to
jeopardize my position with you.
Well, you did.
Maddie, what are you doing here?
Your wife just threatened to fire me
and take away my son's insulin.
Why would she do that?
I refused to fuck you
so you fucked me instead?
- That about right?
- I said nothing.
I know all of this,
it's just a big game to you people,
but this job, my son, that is my life.
Do you have any idea what
your wife is involved in?
Because I do, and I promise you,
it will not improve your position
in the Political Wing,
so I suggest you fix this.
Look, Charlotte's reckless.
That used to turn me on,
but I am tired of trying to
convince her that we live in
a totally different world now.
You know, sometimes I
wonder what would happen if
fate took its course,
you know, maybe I'd be
better off if she were forced
to face the consequences
of her actions.
I need a partner who's smart,
capable, and discreet.
Someone I can trust.
- Find anything?
- No. Stop asking.
What kind of databases did you
manage in the private sector?
Relationships.
Criminal profiling, that sort of thing?
More like the online dating sort of thing.
Wait, what?
You were a matchmaker?
I oversaw 17 million
people who were looking for
that one other person
in the entire universe
who might understand them.
It taught me everything I need to know
about the human condition.
- Well, that explains a lot.
- Oh, ha ha ha.
- Yo, got something.
- What?
How 'bout real, live physical evidence?
- Katie?
- Will?
We need to talk.
- I'm kinda talked out, love.
- Yeah, I know.
But this is important.
The guy that had a gun on you in the Yonk?
We just found out he's
been in there before.
What?
We pulled a set of fresh
prints off the front door.
It matched a bunch of
older ones on the bar
and in the bathroom.
There's a decent chance
that you've at least seen his face.
Look familiar?
I don't know.
Think hard.
He was an ex-government hit man.
He sold out to a military contractor.
Now he's a stone-cold killer.
He took out the cell responsible for
the Santa Monica Gateway bombing,
just so they wouldn't talk.
Executed Phyllis and her
husband in their own home.
And he almost killed
me and you in the Yonk.
Look at his face.
Anything you can remember could help.
I think I may have seen him.
He used to come into the bar.
Talked a few times. He liked rye.
He, um... I think he
lived at his mother's house
in Hancock Park.
He said he used to like
working on the place.
Does that help?
Yeah, yeah, I think it does.
Thanks.
Found it.
I cross-indexed all the I.D.s
with credit card payments made
to home improvement stores in LA.
A few months before the Arrival,
Home Depot delivered a
bunch of building supplies
to that address in Hancock Park.
- Who lived in the house?
- Harriet Broussard.
She died during the Arrival.
She had a son who enlisted in the Marines.
Force Recon.
And then, he dropped off the map.
- Name?
- Eric Broussard.
Nice. We got him.
Hey. I got your message.
Did you know Broussard
killed the cell responsible
for the Gateway bombing?
Yes.
I thought we were gonna help them hide.
Quayle decided they
were too much of a risk.
Is that what Quayle decided about me?
That I'm too much of a risk?
What are you talking about?
Broussard took me up to Griffith Park.
Wasn't for the view.
- You're being paranoid.
- Please.
I am inexperienced. I am not naive.
Quayle is a pragmatist.
- You?
- No.
But I can't argue with your instincts.
I came to them because
I believe in this cause...
And they're just gonna throw me away.
Broussard didn't go through with it.
You're still standing here.
Is that supposed to make me feel better?
A cause needs all sorts of people, Katie.
It need soldiers like Broussard
who can pull the trigger,
and it needs people like you.
Why? What purpose do I serve?
Other than spying on my husband?
Broussard needs you to
remind him why he's fighting.
To keep him away from the edge.
He really does trust you,
Katie, which is incredible,
because that man doesn't trust anybody.
I know.
Come on.
Damn it.
- Yeah.
- He's coming for you.
Entry is clear.
Let's go.
- Go, go, go, go!
- I'll check upstairs
K-9 unit in back.
- Bathroom clear!
- Kitchen clear!
- Bedroom one, clear!
- Bedroom two, clear!
Hey.
You seen your neighbor today?
Uh... nope.
I haven't. Sorry.
_
- Hey!
- Whoa!
- Wait, that... that's Homeland!
- They're not with us.
- You are...
- Maddie.
- I'm working for Charlotte.
- My wife has excellent taste.
- I love you.
- Whatever you're going through,
we're going through together.
You can tell me anything.
Why can't I go to school anymore?
Because the government
is giving us a tutor,
and that's gonna be your new teacher.
- Your son Charlie is alive.
- If you are lying about this...
I really want to help you get him back.
I need you to let me inside.
Where's Snyder?
Katie fed us bullshit, and
then she helped her husband
take us apart. She's a double agent.
We have always known that we were destined
for... something greater.
Before the Arrival, we were
Jews and Christians, Muslims.
Our beliefs were not invalid.
They were just incomplete.
Each of our faiths
promised us that a great day
of salvation was coming, and why?
Because we all knew in our
souls that one day our destiny
as a species would be fulfilled
and we would be lifted up
from the tribulations of
our history and become...
something greater.
Today, we have been
blessed with a visit from
brother Nolan Burgess.
- Welcome, brother.
- Welcome.
He and his friends in
the Political Ministry
understand the importance of our work.
In particular, brother
Burgess has thanked me
for the dedicated service
of our youth leaders.
Brothers and sisters,
would you please stand.
Please.
We the faithful understand
the critical role
that children will play
on the greatest day,
which is why we must do
everything in our power
to prepare them.
The day shall come.
The day shall come.
Bram and Gracie?
I'm back, and I got apple juice.
Almost didn't get it.
Guy in front of me got the last one.
But he forgot his ration
card, which was lucky.
Kids?
Is anybody home?
Lindsey?
Are you all right?
Baby, what is it?
It's nothing.
Brett, what happened to
the Basquiat I pulled?
It was here yesterday, but
someone erased it from the log,
and... it's not here.
Maybe someone borrowed it.
You don't borrow a massive
$12 million piece of art.
Hey, Bear, have you seen your brother?
He left early for school, Mrs. Bowman.
- What's that?
- It's a man.
Maybe when I get home
we can go to the park.
Maybe.
We can all go, Gracie.
Okay, sure.
If you need me, I'll be at the Yonk.
I'm going to dig down in this...
Do you want to know
who this man really is?
He's someone who is very misunderstood.
He came here thousands of years ago
to help us.
Help us do what?
Learn about ourselves
and about our universe.
But then the man died,
and for 2,000 years,
lots and lots of people on
Earth have believed that someday
he's going to come back to save us.
Do you think he's gonna come back?
Yes, just not in the
way that everyone thinks.
But, when it happens,
we'll finally understand why we're here,
and we'll start over, brand new,
and that day is going to
be the greatest day ever.
And you're going to be
a big part of it, Gracie.
This...
is a special book.
It has all kinds of secrets in it.
- Can I read it?
- You can.
But we have to keep it
just between us, okay?
- Okay.
- Good girl.
Charlotte?
Charlotte?
All right, guys, I need
this numbered and tagged.
You've reached Bronson Construction.
No one's available.
Please leave a message.
This is Amelia Gould.
We need to talk about my house.
I went by your office.
There was no one there.
- That's our guy?
- Well, it's his face.
Dwight Ford.
He enlisted with Homeland
Security nine months ago,
right after they started
taking applications.
Meaning he's been on the
inside collecting intel.
What are you doing to find him?
Well, it would help if
we could use the Rolodex.
We need a password.
I'll have to make some
calls, but I can probably
get you authorized.
Authorize Jennifer. She's the expert.
Find this guy.
Grab the Homeland file and...
gimme Dwight Ford's address.
Whoa!
Get over here.
- Come on!
- Yeah, Mom, I'm coming.
On foot!
All right, keep your heads
up. Stand by to breach.
Stand by one. Stand down one!
- Stand by to breach.
- Ready? Go!
We need a medic to assist!
An explosion, like,
an explosion explosion?
Not sure there's another kind.
Lost four members of the breach team.
Jesus.
Who the hell has C-4 these days?
Nobody I want to meet.
Did you find a way into that machine?
Snyder just sent the login.
- Put in his social.
- All right.
- How do we slow this down?
- Hit print.
No, wait.
Let me know what you find.
- Officers Greinke and Robles?
- That's us, bro.
Division Five?
You guys rolled with Officer Dwight Ford,
also known as D?
- Yeah, we did.
- Tell us about him.
Not much to tell. The
guy hardly talked, man.
The guys are saying he's Resistance?
- Ever see any action with him?
- Yeah, sure. Couple times.
He was always good, clean, professional.
Anything that stood out?
He never showered in the barracks.
And you had a problem with that?
It was gross, bro.
What I mean is, one time, at his locker,
I saw that D had this tattoo on his chest.
- A skull with wings.
- And?
And I asked him about it, just
trying to make conversation.
- He didn't like you asking.
- He didn't answer.
Just looked at me. So I never asked again.
- Thank you, gentlemen.
- Yes, sir.
Skull with wings is a Force Recon tattoo.
Marine Spec Ops.
Or maybe he was drunk in Vegas,
picked that one out of a sample book.
Yeah, I'm sure that was it.
Hey, this area's off limits.
Are you deaf, shit-bird?
Hey!
Uhh!
Everything about Dwight
Ford is right here.
Every social media page,
credit report, receipt.
That thing can access every
single bit of digital data
that we had on Earth up until
the moment of the Arrival.
What do you want to see first?
His military background.
Uh, well, Mr. Ford was
in international sales.
Machine tools. Traveled
a lot for his work.
He was a hobbyist shooter,
trap and skeet, mostly,
and studied some martial arts.
- He... he wasn't military, though.
- What did you do?
Before this, I mean.
NSA? Something like that?
I managed one of the
largest private databases
in the world.
They keep track of a lot
of trained killers in there?
I hope not.
Then trust me, these files are bullshit.
Weekend warriors don't rig
their own house with C-4
and they don't sneak into the Green Zone
and assassinate people.
Okay, since you obviously
have all the answers,
why don't you just tell me what you want?
Use your machine to keep digging until
you find someone with a face like this
and a military background.
Katie wants to meet.
Good, saves you the
trouble of finding her.
She's been an asset.
In 52 B.C., the Gauls decided to revolt
against Roman rule.
They were facing
probably the greatest army
the world has ever known, commanded by
a ruthless general named Julius Caesar.
So the odds were obviously
stacked against the Gauls.
But Vercingetorix, their king,
fought a brilliant campaign.
I mean, he basically adopted
a scorched-earth policy,
set fire to his own villages
to cut off the Romans
from needed supplies.
This action caused Caesar
huge logistical problems.
But when it came time to put
his own shiny capital city
to the torch, Vercingetorix faltered.
He gave in to the pleas
of the town elders,
who couldn't bear to
see their capital city
destroyed.
How'd that work out for them?
Caesar took Avaricum for his own
and slaughtered all of its inhabitants.
The graveyards of history are
littered with merciful men.
As I recall, Caesar's dead too.
War is about making hard choices.
- I understand hard choices.
- Then do the math.
Since Katie joined us,
we've lost our armory,
our chance at Snyder...
And most of our cell.
She gave us the head of the Security Wing.
Yeah, and her husband was
promoted to fill the vacuum.
I mean, maybe we're playing
right into her plans.
How is it that since I met you,
I regularly find myself standing
next to awful shit like this?
It's a common complaint.
Van was stolen two weeks ago.
Witnesses to the Snyder ambush
report seeing one like it
leaving the scene.
Inside is... what was a black male,
muscular build.
Any tattoos?
This fits the pattern.
The cell is cleaning house again,
just like they did with
the Gateway bombing.
Check him for a gun.
Your theory. You check him for a gun.
Hell no, man. I'm eating.
Sig P226. Standard Redhat issue.
Guys that good don't go out like punks.
Meaning what?
Brother's got some magical
ability to dodge bullets?
A guy he knows walks up to
him, pow, back of the head.
Simple.
Or that's exactly what
our cell wants us to think.
Why you gotta be like this?
We're looking at an engraved
invitation to just walk away.
Why can't you take it, man?
Guy had a gun on my wife.
Shit.
You work too hard.
Sorry, I just have to finish this.
I haven't been able to
stop thinking about you.
Nolan...
Why don't you come back to my office
and help me out with some paperwork?
Three is the magic number.
She has to be there.
That's the rule... her rule.
Three's a crowd. Come on.
Nolan, I can't.
41...
2, 4, 6, 10, 12.
14.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
1.
20.
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A friend.
Get in.
Come on.
How you doing?
I figured out how to search photos.
We have one face with
14 different identities.
U.S., Canadian, German, French-Algerian...
- Damn.
- This mean something to you?
Means he isn't just ex-military.
He was some kind of operator.
Dig into his covers, try to link them
to news stories or anything tangible.
It could take me a month
to plow through all these.
Good thing we have government jobs.
This is good.
Follow the rabbit hole. See where it goes.
What are we doing here?
We need to talk.
In private.
My father used to bring me up here.
He was a firefighter.
Man of few words.
We'd sit here on a hot summer day
and see if we could spot smoke.
He told me the only thing in this
world you can trust is yourself.
And then, one day, when I was 12,
I guess to prove it,
he cleaned out the family bank account
and disappeared.
I've lived my life by
that rule ever since.
What's going on?
I'm gonna ask you some questions,
and I need you to be honest.
I've always been honest with you.
That's not what I heard.
Is that coming from Quayle?
Let's consider the source.
Quayle's been lying to
us from the beginning
about his relationship with Geronimo.
All of us, unless you already knew
that Geronimo was just some
Green Zone advertising executive.
This isn't about Quayle.
Have you ever given Will
information on our cell?
Are you seriously asking me that
after everything I have done?
- You killed Vasquez.
- You put me in that situation.
What else would you do if someone
put a gun to Will's head?
I've been clear from the beginning
that my family comes first.
Yeah.
Everything I have is on the line right now
because of you.
I came to this cause because of you,
because I believed you were the one person
I knew who might be able
to make a difference.
And then you bring me up here,
and you question my loyalty.
Katie, wait. Let me take you home.
- I'll walk.
- It's not safe.
I'll take my chances.
Keith.
Looking for your mom.
Back here.
Looking for new opportunities?
Interested in bonus rations?
Consider putting your skills
to use in the Green Zone.
The Authority is currently
looking for everything from
manual laborers to people
with specialized skills.
Rachel.
We gotta talk.
Isn't it time you considered a career
in the Green Zone?
And now, back to the music.
What's going on?
Quayle ordered me to take out Katie.
Oh.
I took her up to Griffith Park,
but...
Quayle thinks she's a double agent.
I think he's wrong.
This is a problem.
Do you believe in him?
Quayle?
He taught me we can resist...
that the RAPs may hold
all the cards right now,
but that if we are smart and resourceful,
then we have a chance.
What would you have done?
Quayle would never ask
me to pull the trigger.
He knows who I am.
Hmm.
- Will Bowman, Division Five.
- You have en escort for me.
Just pull up and follow, sir.
- All units report in.
- Clear. Reporting in.
Good morning, Will.
New place?
It's called Hillhaven.
Ingrid Bergman lived here once, I'm told.
Bored of the other house?
I keep a few different
places. For convenience.
- Coffee?
- Not gonna turn that down.
Thank you.
I had to pull a lot of strings
to get you access to the Rolodex.
I hope it was worth it.
I know who he is.
- What's his name?
- Depends on the day.
Or whether he was
working for the CIA, DOD,
or a private contractor.
Doing what?
What do you think?
So, we have a military-trained
ex-mercenary sociopath
leading the Resistance.
- Something like that.
- That's lovely.
The drones zapped my Congressman,
but they left this guy behind.
Tell me you can find him.
He ended up here for a reason.
There must be some local connection.
I'm gonna find it, and
then I'm gonna find him.
Krista, bring me the thing.
- This is for you.
- What is it?
I know what you're going through.
I have a daughter.
She matters more to me than anything.
Hey.
What are you doing home?
Poured you a drink.
I need one?
What's that?
Good news.
Where'd you get this?
Snyder gave it to me.
So they know where he is.
Those assholes were close enough
to take a picture of my son,
and we still don't have him home?
We know he's alive.
We know that they're manipulating
you with our baby, Will.
So that you'll keep
doing their dirty work.
It's evil, what they're doing.
You gotta get out from under their thumb.
That's what I'm doing.
But when I'm ready.
On my terms.
Look at him, Katie.
He's growing up alone.
Please don't touch the art.
Excuse me?
Charlotte wants you to manage
the correspondence today.
What?
You put me back on envelope duty?
Brett will set you up.
Charlotte, I don't understand.
No, apparently you don't.
You serve at my pleasure.
Whatever I've been
kind enough to give you,
I can take back just as quickly.
Like the medical care we're
providing for your son.
I would never to anything to
jeopardize my position with you.
Well, you did.
Maddie, what are you doing here?
Your wife just threatened to fire me
and take away my son's insulin.
Why would she do that?
I refused to fuck you
so you fucked me instead?
- That about right?
- I said nothing.
I know all of this,
it's just a big game to you people,
but this job, my son, that is my life.
Do you have any idea what
your wife is involved in?
Because I do, and I promise you,
it will not improve your position
in the Political Wing,
so I suggest you fix this.
Look, Charlotte's reckless.
That used to turn me on,
but I am tired of trying to
convince her that we live in
a totally different world now.
You know, sometimes I
wonder what would happen if
fate took its course,
you know, maybe I'd be
better off if she were forced
to face the consequences
of her actions.
I need a partner who's smart,
capable, and discreet.
Someone I can trust.
- Find anything?
- No. Stop asking.
What kind of databases did you
manage in the private sector?
Relationships.
Criminal profiling, that sort of thing?
More like the online dating sort of thing.
Wait, what?
You were a matchmaker?
I oversaw 17 million
people who were looking for
that one other person
in the entire universe
who might understand them.
It taught me everything I need to know
about the human condition.
- Well, that explains a lot.
- Oh, ha ha ha.
- Yo, got something.
- What?
How 'bout real, live physical evidence?
- Katie?
- Will?
We need to talk.
- I'm kinda talked out, love.
- Yeah, I know.
But this is important.
The guy that had a gun on you in the Yonk?
We just found out he's
been in there before.
What?
We pulled a set of fresh
prints off the front door.
It matched a bunch of
older ones on the bar
and in the bathroom.
There's a decent chance
that you've at least seen his face.
Look familiar?
I don't know.
Think hard.
He was an ex-government hit man.
He sold out to a military contractor.
Now he's a stone-cold killer.
He took out the cell responsible for
the Santa Monica Gateway bombing,
just so they wouldn't talk.
Executed Phyllis and her
husband in their own home.
And he almost killed
me and you in the Yonk.
Look at his face.
Anything you can remember could help.
I think I may have seen him.
He used to come into the bar.
Talked a few times. He liked rye.
He, um... I think he
lived at his mother's house
in Hancock Park.
He said he used to like
working on the place.
Does that help?
Yeah, yeah, I think it does.
Thanks.
Found it.
I cross-indexed all the I.D.s
with credit card payments made
to home improvement stores in LA.
A few months before the Arrival,
Home Depot delivered a
bunch of building supplies
to that address in Hancock Park.
- Who lived in the house?
- Harriet Broussard.
She died during the Arrival.
She had a son who enlisted in the Marines.
Force Recon.
And then, he dropped off the map.
- Name?
- Eric Broussard.
Nice. We got him.
Hey. I got your message.
Did you know Broussard
killed the cell responsible
for the Gateway bombing?
Yes.
I thought we were gonna help them hide.
Quayle decided they
were too much of a risk.
Is that what Quayle decided about me?
That I'm too much of a risk?
What are you talking about?
Broussard took me up to Griffith Park.
Wasn't for the view.
- You're being paranoid.
- Please.
I am inexperienced. I am not naive.
Quayle is a pragmatist.
- You?
- No.
But I can't argue with your instincts.
I came to them because
I believe in this cause...
And they're just gonna throw me away.
Broussard didn't go through with it.
You're still standing here.
Is that supposed to make me feel better?
A cause needs all sorts of people, Katie.
It need soldiers like Broussard
who can pull the trigger,
and it needs people like you.
Why? What purpose do I serve?
Other than spying on my husband?
Broussard needs you to
remind him why he's fighting.
To keep him away from the edge.
He really does trust you,
Katie, which is incredible,
because that man doesn't trust anybody.
I know.
Come on.
Damn it.
- Yeah.
- He's coming for you.
Entry is clear.
Let's go.
- Go, go, go, go!
- I'll check upstairs
K-9 unit in back.
- Bathroom clear!
- Kitchen clear!
- Bedroom one, clear!
- Bedroom two, clear!
Hey.
You seen your neighbor today?
Uh... nope.
I haven't. Sorry.
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