Colony (2016–2018): Season 1, Episode 8 - In From the Cold - full transcript

Previously, on Colony...

This is amazing.
Does it work?

Not unless I can find
a high-quality lens.

I think I can get one for you.

Our cause needs
all sorts of people, Katie.

It needs soldiers
like Broussard

who can pull the trigger,
and it needs people like you.

What purpose do I serve other
than spying on my husband?

Whatever
you're going through,

we're going through together.

You can tell me anything.



He was a government hit man
before he sold out

to a military contractor.

Now he's a stone-cold killer.

Anything you can remember
could help.

- Yeah?
- He's coming for you.

- Hey, seen your neighbor today?
- Nope.

What if you were passing
information to the Resistance

without even knowing it,

being the trusting husband
that you are?

I sent Carlos to the Factory.

Lots of decisions will always
be made above our heads.

That's just how it is.

Please! It's just
something in my throat!

There's just something
in my throat!



I'm not sick!

I'm not sick!
I'm not sick!

It's not gonna
get any closer

just 'cause
you keep staring at it.

What does it matter to you?

Because every time
I see your sad-ass face,

I remember where I am.
It's depressing.

What?

Nothing.

Been staring at me
all morning.

Can't a man enjoy the sight
of his beautiful wife

without getting
the third degree?

Bram,
what are you reading?

Some stuff for school.

Bram.

Gracie.

Your mom and I need
to tell you something.

Charlie's okay.

Where is this?

The government found him in
the Santa Monica bloc.

Who's he living with?

We don't know.

Is he coming home?

That's the plan.

That's the whole reason I went
to work for the government.

So we could get him back home.

When are we gonna see him?

- I don't know.
- What do you know?

I know I'm making progress.

I'm gonna be out late tonight.

Why? Where are you going?

I miss him.

We all do, Bear.

Hey.

What in the hell was that?

They needed to know.

You don't think that should
have been a discussion?

There's nothing to discuss.

There shouldn't be any secrets
in our house.

Helena.
What a pleasant surprise.

Hello, Alan.

Always good to see you,
of course.

Our meetings are just usually
more... scheduled.

Well,
I wanted to let you know

that the Chief Minister
of the Pacific Coast

is coming to our Colony for
the anniversary of the Arrival.

Here? Why?

Is there going to be
some kind of celebration?

Not exactly, no.

More like a performance review.

Great. I welcome that.

I think things are going
very well here as of late.

We're meeting
all of our worker quotas.

Since the Geronimo trial,

we've had no significant
insurrection.

Except, of course,
for your abduction attempt.

A complete outlier

which has been fully handled
by my counter-insurgency team.

I'm not the one
you need to convince.

Of course.

I just want you to know
that I stand behind my work.

Tell me, Alan,

do you think that anyone
is afraid to do anything

in your bloc?

They gave us the power
to govern our own way.

Yes, but they also
made it quite clear.

We must maintain order.

Well, I don't think that order
comes from fear.

It comes from providing people
with a decent quality of life.

Hmm.
I admire the impulse,

but remember what
George Orwell said.

What was that?

"If you want a vision
of the future,

imagine a boot stamping
on a human face... forever."

Precisely my point.

This situation is bad enough.
We don't need to make it worse.

All right, Alan.

Look, I just came by
to give you a heads-up.

The Chief Minister
will be here,

and he will be
reviewing everything

that's going on around here,

and you can explain
your policies to him.

Oh, and, uh, you should know.

No one else
is doing it your way.

Get the doors.

They know everything?

Pretty much.

Not all the gory details,
but what I'm doing, yeah.

They're good at it.
They like it.

Which makes me a shitty parent,
on some level.

Yeah,
I couldn't tell my kids.

I mean, Gracie's too young,
but...

I couldn't put that burden
on Bram.

Not when Will doesn't know.

That wouldn't be right.

No, it wouldn't.

Why'd you want to meet?
What's going on?

What if Broussard
had followed Quayle's orders?

My kids need a mother.

I want out.

I knew it was bad, but...

Half the cell is dead
or gone.

Broussard is blown.

Was it worth it?

The price we paid?

All those sacrifices.

I feel like I let you down.

No, no, this is not
your fault.

I should have done more about
the Quayle situation.

I'll go to him and tell him
that you served your time,

that he needs to leave you
and your family alone,

or I'm out, too.

Thank you.

- Reliving your glory days?
- Man, I wish.

Instead, I'm going through this
stuff from Broussard's house

looking for something
that might help us.

Got anything?

Well, he started three years
at linebacker,

and his senior quote
was Nietzsche.

Not sure that's gonna
help us find him.

Jennifer told me to dig.
So here I am, digging.

Aren't you gonna
answer it?

First time it's rung
since I took over the office.

Bowman.

You've been looking
for a leak

in your department.

Who is this?

Someone who knows
the source is your wife.

Do I have your attention?

Yeah, sure.
Go ahead.

Take a walk to Wilshire.
Get on the next Red Line bus.

Number 33.

If I so much as sniff
surveillance,

I'm gone.

What the hell
was all that?

Anonymous tip
from our favorite cell.

Probably just a crank.

- Probably.
- I'm gonna check it out anyway.

- You want some company?
- Don't want to waste your time.

I sure as hell
wouldn't worry about that.

Thank you for traveling

with the Transitional
Authority's Red Line

from Westwood to Larchmont
in 15 minutes,

all day, every day.

How's the gardening?

Well, that's our
business, isn't it?

Planting seeds,
watering them,

hoping they'll grow
into something useful.

That how you know my wife?

I run her cell.

You don't seem surprised.

Broussard work for you?

I know he's the guy
you want,

and I'm prepared
to give him up.

I've decided to make a deal,

and you're gonna negotiate
on my behalf.

And why would I do that?

Because you're invested.

If you succeed,
I'll disappear,

and your wife's secret
will disappear with me.

If you fail,
her name will be

the first thing I spill
under interrogation.

People died for you,

and you're just gonna
sell 'em out?

You know, you work
for the Occupation.

Do I really need to justify
anything to you?

Here are my terms.

I'll roll on my cell,
absent your wife, of course.

In exchange, they will get me
outside the bloc

in downtown Los Angeles
in a fully-stocked pickup truck.

Why?
What's outside the Walls?

Pockets of survivors.
The RAPs leave them alone.

Here's my number.

Call me when
you're ready to deal.

Next stop, Hauser.

Is it really safe
to meet here?

There's a church
around the corner.

We're not meeting
in a church.

This is really conspicuous.

All right.

Walk with me.

What can I do for you?

So you're the guys
who pulled the Snyder job?

Let's say we were.

I have a group of...
skilled individuals

who are trying to do
the same thing as you.

Were you affiliated
with Geronimo?

No.

Did you ever have
any contact with him?

How's that relevant?

Because I heard that
you were his tactical arm.

We need someone who can handle
those kinds of details.

For an operation.

What kind of operation?

We have intel that a VIP
is coming into the bloc

for some big meeting,
someone way bigger than Snyder.

We've got a date,
a location,

and the means of transit.

Who's your source?

Let's just say that we have
some proprietary technology.

- What's that?
- It's our business plan.

- Business plan.
- Yeah. For the operation.

We've done our due diligence.

- Want to take a walk?
- You bet.

- Gracias.
- Gracias.

Damn, these are good!

I'm telling you.

So...

I'm guessing this is about
that phone call.

I think I might have found
the source of our leak.

Yeah? Who's that?

Me.

Interesting theory.

The guy who called claims to
be running Broussard's cell.

He wants to come in.
Cut a deal.

And you're worried about
who he might bring with him.

Yeah.

You know, I'm wondering
what might happen

if Broussard learned

that someone
was trying to sell him out.

The cell might
clean up their own mess.

It's a dangerous game.

How's it going?

Uneasy is the head
that wears the crown, Will.

Well,
I've got some good news.

Why do I find that
hard to believe?

A low-level operative
in Broussard's cell

just walked in the door.

He's willing to roll
on his crew.

Names, locations, everything.

And why, exactly,

is this operative
betraying his own cell?

Because we broke them.

He knows it's his last
opportunity at leverage.

What's this gonna
cost me?

He wants out of the bloc with
a fully-supplied pickup truck.

Outside the Wall?

All right, I'm willing
to consider an arrangement.

But I want to meet him.
Face to face.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

I don't care.

I can't afford
another disaster,

so this goes
directly through me.

Fine.

I went by your house.

It looked like
a Redhat convention.

- How'd they find it?
- You know how.

It's not her.

Why'd you lie about
knowing Geronimo?

You kidding?

That Geronimo shit
was for the mob, not you.

I thought
you saw right through it.

So what now?

We do
what we set out to do--

fight until they're gone.

Hennessey put me in contact
with another cell.

They got solid intel
on a big operation.

A VIP is coming into the bloc
from the outside.

They have a comprehensive plan
for the op.

They just need our tactical
expertise to pull it off.

Let me know what you think.

I want to talk to you
about this morning.

It's not like you
to do something like that

without talking to me first.

Gracie did not understand
at all.

She just kept asking,

"If they know where Charlie is,
why can't he come home?"

They deserved to know.

Maybe.

I deserved to be
a part of figuring out

when and how to tell them.

Okay.

"Okay," what?

Okay, I'll try and do better
next time.

What is going on
with you today?

We caught a big break
at work.

The head of their cell
came in today.

- "Came in"?
- He wants to deal.

I think he's spooked.

He's willing to give up
Broussard to save his own ass.

Don't worry.
This is a good thing.

Once this guy rolls
on his cell,

we don't have to look
over our shoulders anymore.

That's great news.

What?

It's just a lot.

Yeah, I know.

I'm glad you're home.

I told Ben I'd cover the late
shift tonight at the Yonk.

Go for it.
I'll hold down the fort.

You've reached
Bronson Construction.

No one's available.
Please leave a message.

I have an emergency.
It's my, uh, porch.

I think the whole thing
is about to fall down.

Look at the Moon.
The, uh, Sea of Smyth.

- Oh, my God.
- I know.

I mean, that sure as hell
wasn't there a year ago.

Why is it so blurry?

- Did I get the wrong lens?
- No, your lens is decent.

It just wasn't ground
for the specific optics

of this telescope.

Well, what can we do?

We need professional gear.

We need infrared
or a radio telescope.

What do you think's
up there?

It's a base,
a shipyard or a mine,

and that's why
we never see 'em.

Because they live up there?

Well, it's just conjecture
until we can get

a clearer look at
whatever's going on.

We shouldn't be meeting.

Especially not here.

So?

- Quayle sold us out.
- Bullshit.

It's coming straight
from Will.

Quayle's trying to cut a deal
with the Occupation.

Maybe Will
is manipulating you.

- Excuse me?
- Maybe he suspects you.

Maybe he's feeding you
bad information.

So you think I'm the one
being manipulated?

I think your emotions
are clouding your judgment.

I could say
the same thing to you.

So I know that you executed
that other cell.

And I know why you brought me
up to Griffith Park.

When the Redhats
were headed to your house,

I still called you.

Do you know why?

Because you're the reason
I joined the Resistance,

and not Quayle.

The man is a lot of things,
Katie, but he's not a sell-out.

He saved my ass
five or six times

when it would have been
much easier to just walk away.

I get that you and Quayle
have a history.

I need you to believe me
that this is real.

Thanks for the heads-up.

Are you talking to
the Occupation?

Is that a real question?

This comes from Katie, right?

Use your head.
Her husband got to us.

Got to you.
They know your real name.

They found your house,
and that was deeply hidden.

You do know that Katie
was the one who tipped me

that the Redhats were coming.

Well, maybe she knew
they were coming

because she set you up.

Maybe she's playing
a longer con.

You didn't answer
my question.

Am I talking to
the Occupation?

No, I am not.

I reviewed the details
of this op.

It's solid.

I want to meet with
the other cell.

I'll start working out
the details.

In order to move forward,
you gotta be willing

to cut off all contact
with Katie Bowman,

both personal
and professional.

Understood.

Hey.

You want a drink?

Sure.

My brother's alive.

Holy shit.
That's great.

My dad's working for
the Occupation

because he thinks it's gonna
help us get him back.

It might.

He's crazy for
trusting those assholes.

You know what I can't stop
thinking about?

What we saw on the moon.

I mean,
it has got to be a base.

Maybe it's the Factory.

I did some research,

and there's all kinds of
specialized equipment

at USC and up on Mount Wilson,

and maybe the RAPs didn't bother
to destroy that stuff

since it's outside the Zone.

Well, that's great.

But it doesn't matter.

Because we're locked in here.

What if we aren't?

Where is he?

Waiting to make sure
he isn't being set up.

How do we know
we're not being set up?

We don't, but you wanted
to meet him.

So, you're the guy, huh?

What do I call you?

Whatever you want.

Care to explain,
Mr. "Whatever-You-Want,"

why I should trust a man
willing to

stab his own friends
in the back?

Because you're a survivor,
like me.

I can give you what you need.
Something real.

Broussard.

If you want him,

you need me to set him up.

In exchange, he wants to get
outside the Colony.

Why would you want that?

Because I'm a pessimist

when it comes to
the future of the bloc,

and I have no desire

to live under the thumb of you
or your compatriots

or the RAPs.

I want a Transit Pass,

coded to let me through
whatever Wall I want.

Irrevocable.

Hey, come on.
Don't act dumb.

You know they exist.

They're issued by
the Governor-General's office.

The bloc governors
don't have authority

over the transit zones.

The pass, and a fully-stocked
pick-up truck.

To avoid confusion,
here's a list.

- And I get Broussard.
- I'll set up a meeting.

Broussard'll be there.

Along with some other
bonus prizes.

And then, when everyone
is in your custody,

your man Bowman here will
escort me through the Wall

and out of the Colony.

All right.
You have a deal.

One piece of advice.

When you're going after
Broussard...

don't miss.

Section one secure.

There's the signal.
Broussard's here.

Keep in contact.

So where is he?

He's here.

Redhats.

Redhats.

It's blown.

Go. Go, Rachel, go!

Protect the asset. We got him.
Let's go, let's go!

Potential target
taking evasive action.

White female, short brown hair,
blue shirt.

Officers, engage.

No!

Do we have eyes on the target?

Negative. He blew past
Lagarza's position,

then we lost him in the chaos.

You had one job!
Protect the perimeter!

- I got her.
- You don't got shit.

Will? Come in.
What's up?

We lost him.

I just want to know how
this man somehow escaped

a battalion of Redhats
specifically positioned

to capture him.

- Because he's a pro.
- And mistakes were made.

But the cell's blown up.

Broussard's gonna have a very
hard time operating.

Yeah, I bet we'll never hear
from that guy again.

Bravo. Truly excellent work.

Like finishing third
in the Super Bowl.

I have something
you need to see.

The informant?

We captured him with one of
the cameras in the market,

so I cross-matched his face
in the Rolodex.

Alexander Quayle.

Former CIA station chief
in Berlin.

He moved to Defense Intelligence
in 2004

to help run their
operations division,

but was forcibly retired
after something went wrong

during a mission in Beirut.

The mission details
were scrubbed,

but the file had a list
of the informants,

including this guy,
cover name Ahmed Ali Farah.

So Quayle's obviously not
some low-level operative.

Maybe we can still save
this shit show.

Let's get him into
interrogation.

Where is he now?

We stashed him at the
Hoover Street rendition house.

All right, we'll bring him in.

So do you think
this is the kind of guy

who knows how to keep a secret?

Not once Snyder locks him
down in that basement.

And we're not gonna let them
torture a man

who served his country
now, are we?

All right.

Then go on in there,
get that shithead,

and we'll figure it out
together.

I'm here to see Quayle.

Yes, sir.
This way.

Leave us alone.

I hope you brought me
a Transit Pass.

Snyder cancelled the deal.

Can you disappear
in this bloc?

I could hide in your house
for six months.

You'd never even know
I was there.

But here's the play--
you claim that these idiots

didn't search me
in the right way.

You walked in here,
I got the jump on you,

and you had to help me
out the back door.

And I never see you
again.

No one does.

Why did you recruit her?

I didn't.
Broussard did.

Your wife
is an admirable woman.

Rebellion is in her bones.

She truly believed
she could've made a difference.

But the truth is...

we're kidding ourselves.

But Katie has hope, and hope can
keep you going a long time.

How did he get to her?

Broussard and I both saw
great potential in Katie.

The art of deception
is a natural talent,

and your wife has it
in spades.

Come on. Let's go.

Hey! What--

It's me.

All right.

Now what?

He was dead when we got there.

The guards were too.

Must have been
Broussard.

How could Broussard possibly
know about our rendition house?

How's he pull off
half the things he's done?

I don't like it either, sir,
but that's how it went down.

Something about this
doesn't smell right.

I want the truth,
or all the goodwill

that you've built with me,

favors that you thought
you were owed-- gone!

Good-bye!

I made a mistake with you,
giving you that much latitude.

The truth is simple--
I own you.

And if any of this backhand
bullshit continues,

you will both go to
the Factory

and spend the rest
of your miserable lives

regretting not taking advantage
of my generosity.

- Thanks.
- Yep.

I didn't have a choice.

I couldn't trust Quayle.

Well, you did
what you had to do.

Problem is, I don't know how
long that cock-and-bull story

we told Snyder
is going to hold up.

What's Big Bear like
this time of year?

Whew, man.
Damn nice.

Ha. But there is
the small matter

of a 300-foot Wall
standing in our way.

There is.

You shouldn't have come.

Listen, I'm radioactive,

so we can't
see each other for a while.

But this isn't over.

Opportunity will come again,

and when it does,
I want you there with me.

Katie...

This is why we fight.

I know.

We still fighting?

You tell me.

I hope not.

How was your day?

Fine.

Yours?

Good. My day was good.

The cell that attacked us
is done.

Their leader and a couple of
others are dead.

You don't have to worry
about them anymore.