Colony (2016–2018): Season 2, Episode 11 - Lost Boy - full transcript

Previously on "Colony"...

- I knew Maya.
- Maya?

I wouldn't have survived it without her.

She died for what she believed in.

My sister did steal that file.

Yet you did not go to the authorities.

They came here looking for you.

What'd you tell them?

I don't know. I'm scared.

Katie, I have an unmarked dark
SUV headed south toward you.

I love you.



[rapid gunfire]

[explosion]

I wanna fight.

You're staying here.

That's because when they look at you,

all they see is their son.

I see so much more.

[dramatic music swells]

[camera lens shutters]

We are under attack,

but our enemy didn't
come from the skies.

Our enemy was already here.

The RAPs only needed one resource

in order to maintain control,
and we surrendered it to them,



without a fight.

Make no mistake.

Our occupation is rooted
in moral compromise.

Men and women who have told themselves

that the only way to
survive is to join the enemy.

That the treasons they have
committed against their own kind

are justifiable.

That they had no other choice.

Without this resource,

without their human collaborators,

the RAPs would be powerless.

We are the architects

of our own oppression.

But we all have the
power to disarm the enemy,

to starve them of the
collaborators they need.

We only need to unite

behind the law of our bloc.

If you collaborate, you die.

[camera lens shutters]

We're good.

Make copies and have them distributed.

I want this hitting the streets

just as the news starts to spread.

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Thank you.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

We've been preparing for
this moment for a long time.

Today we hit them where they live.

To liberty.

All: To liberty.

To liberty.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[watch beeps]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Without their human collaborators,

the RAPs are powerless.

We have been the architects
of our own oppression,

but we all have the
power to disarm the enemy,

to starve them of the
collaborators they need.

We only need to unite

behind the law of our bloc.

If you collaborate, you die.

♪ ♪

To liberty.

All: To liberty.

[quietly] To liberty.

[indistinct chatter]

Bram.

It's good to see you.

You've already taken the hardest step.

You came here.

Now you only have to
focus on why you came.

To end the Occupation.

There's another soldier
I'd like you to meet.

Uh, Patrick, this is Bram.

- Hey.
- Good to meet you.

Everyone's gonna work in pairs today.

Maybe you could partner with Bram?

No problem.

To liberty.

To liberty.

To liberty.

Let's get ready.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct radio chatter]

[brakes hiss]

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

- One line.
- [scanner beeps]

- Have your ID ready.
- Okay, move on.

- Raise your arms, please.
- Okay, you're good.

- Let's go.
- Next. Let's go.

- Next.
- [dog barking]

- Okay, good.
- [scanner beeps]

Bag.

[dog barking]

What?

Give me your bag.

- Identification.
- This way.

Next.

Get back in line.

[dog barking]

[scanner beeps]

Come on.

[dog barking]

You're clear.

- Got the mirror?
- Keep going. Move.

Check under the front bumper.

Have your ID ready.

♪ ♪

That's good.

[indistinct chatter]

- You got it?
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

We need to move.

[birds chirping]

Here it is.

[gate squeaks]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[watch beeping]

All right, let's go.

♪ ♪

[faint gunshots]

[dog barking]

[people yelling]

- [faint gunshots]
- [woman screams]

Hey!

Move your feet.

♪ ♪

[faint gunshots]

[man yells]

[faint gunshots]

[faint gunshots]

[man yells]

[faint gunshots]

[faint gunshots, people yelling]

[object clatters]

[faint tapping]

Did you hear that?

- [gunshots]
- [grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Whoa! That's a nice one.

Next time, I'll teach you how
to snap off a real curveball.

[chuckles]

Hey, how you doing?

I know we haven't made it
easy on you since you got back.

It's better than Santa Monica.

Yeah.

I'm not the one you
should be worrying about.

[water dripping]

Bram?

He's been sneaking out at night.

Where is he now?

He's doing inventory with Mom.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

What are you doing?

Came to ask you why you've
been leaving the bunker.

What the hell is wrong with you?

I was careful.

- If you got caught...
- I know!

You don't know what you don't know.

I only went out once.

Who is she?

A friend.

A girlfriend?

I don't know.

But it's worth risking
our lives for her?

She's dead.

Okay.

Okay.

Will you tell me?

She was at the camp.

I was alone, and I didn't
know if I'd ever come back.

And then I met her.

I think she liked me.

What was her name?

Maya.

What happened to her?

The guards shot her for stealing.

Ah, Jesus, Bram.

I snuck out to see her mother.

I needed to tell her what happened

so she wouldn't be stuck wondering.

But she was a mess.

[sighs] You should have told us, Bram.

When was I supposed to do that?

You don't talk to me!

[dramatic music]

I wanna help you.

Help me with what?

Hurt them for what they did.

For what they're still doing.

Is that what you think
we're doing down here?

Your mother and I are not
fighting with the Resistance.

We're trying to escape the bloc.

But we're living with Broussard.

Yeah.

[sighs] It's complicated.

You listen to me, Bram.

I was on the inside.

This isn't a war we can win.

We resist by surviving.

And I'm gonna need your help to do that.

♪ ♪

Okay.

Everything okay?

[exhales]

Bram's been leaving the bunker.

What?

He met a girl in the camps.

Fell in love.

She was killed.

Oh, my God.

He felt obliged to
tell the girl's mother.

Does he know how dangerous...

He does.

But he's angry.

You think he heard you?

I hope so.

What he really needs is a hard reset.

We all do.

And that means getting out of the bloc.

I'll take him on a food run tomorrow.

Be good for him to feel useful.

Never dull, is it?

[laughs]

[groans softly]

[dramatic music swells]

♪ ♪

[laughter]

[Foxygen's "No Destruction"]

♪ I'm sendin' you this photograph ♪

♪ Of me in my new car ♪

♪ But I hate to say I miss you ♪

♪ 'Cause you don't need me anymore ♪

No running, sweetie. Thank you.

♪ You politely say I miss you ♪

♪ But we know you don't
mean that anymore ♪

[gunshots]

[man yells]

- Hudson.
- What?

- Get out of the pool.
- Why?

Just get out of the pool, right now.

Come on.

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

Sylvio? Martha?

[suspenseful music]

Stay away from the door.

♪ ♪

[line beeping]

[pounding at door]

Let me in.

[pounding]

Hide. Don't come out
until I tell you to.

Just listen to Mom. Everything's
gonna be okay. All right?

[pounding]

Go, go, go, go!

Get in the house!

Aunt Maddie? It's Bram.

Please let me in.

I'm alone. Please open the door.

[faint gunshots]

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

People are shooting guns
and running. It's chaos.

What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

You got out of the camps?

[panting] They just released me.

And you came here?

I tried to go home,

but the Occupation took over our house.

There was an attack...

What attack?

[sighs] Your mom.

She's part of the Resistance.

What?

The Occupation came to arrest her,

and your dad took everybody to hide.

[panting]

Why are you holding a knife?

I just... I heard gunshots, and...

[gunshots, people yelling]

[panting]

There's some kind of attack happening.

I think we need to get out of here.

You have a car, right?

We're safer in the house.

Bram!

Hey, little guy.

Where were you?

I was away for a while,
so I came back for a visit.

Hudson, come here!

I thought we could take a
trip to the flats together.

It's not safe here.

Please, Aunt Maddie, I just
got back from the camps.

If the Redhats catch me
while this is going on,

they won't care what my story is.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[gunshots, people yelling]

♪ ♪

I'm not trying to draw
attention to myself.

I'm staying in the back.

♪ ♪

[engine turning over]

How'd you get through the gate?

Huh?

The Green Zone gate.

To get up here. You have to show ID.

What do you mean?

If they knew who you were,
they would have stopped you.

Because of your mom, your
whole family's on the list now.

I didn't go through the gate.

You didn't?

- Stop!
- [gasps]

[tires screech]

[gunshots]

[gasps]

- [gunshot]
- [grunts]

[men yelling]

Move out. Get to the gate.

[intense music]

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

Hands where I can see 'em, now!

[siren wails]

My name is Maddie Kenner.

My partner is Nolan
Burgess, the Deputy Proxy.

I know who you are, ma'am.

- What is going on?
- There's been an attack.

What kind of an attack?

These your kids?

My son and my nephew.

Look, please, just let
us through the gate.

Hey, show me your ID.

He doesn't have it. I drove him up here.

Why is he sitting in the back?

He's keeping my son company.

[sighs] The Deputy Proxy

will be waiting for us at his office.

Call whoever you need to,

but we are going through your gate.

All right, can you step out
of the car, please, ma'am?

Excuse me?

I need you to step out of the car.

Please, ma'am.

Fine.

I'll be right back, okay?

♪ ♪

- Have your ID ready.
- [dog barking]

What are you doing?

I need to know you're not under duress.

[sighs] I think we all are.

That kid in the car, the older one.

Is he really your nephew?

Yes. Why?

Terrorists dressed as servants

have attacked residents all over the GZ.

The terrorists, they're all kids

in their late teens, early 20s.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

You're safe now.

So is your son. My men
have the car covered.

That boy in the backseat...

is there anything I should know?

He's my nephew.

He's been with us all day.

Please.

I just want to get out
of here and see Nolan.

♪ ♪

All right.

♪ ♪

[engine turning over]

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

Get out.

Get out!

♪ ♪

[dramatic music swells]

[jazzy piano music playing]

♪ ♪

♪ I'm glad I waited till you came home ♪

[knock at door]

♪ ♪

Good morning, officers.

The ambassador is ready for you, sir.

♪ ♪

From my palace to his, then.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[doorbell rings]

- Mr. Ambassador.
- Mr. Snyder. A pleasure.

Please come in.

Oh, you have to give the
Governor-General's office credit.

They do provide excellent lodging

for their out-of-town guests.

I understand you are now an
out-of-town guest as well.

Yes?

Technically, that's true.

[chuckles softly]

I must admit to a certain
fondness for Los Angeles.

I always loved visiting... before.

I share the sentiment.

I've lived here for a long time.

You must understand that
I've come to Los Angeles

only to gather information.

Others will be reaching the conclusions.

Of course. I just wanted to be sure

that you had all the information.

On what subject?

Proxy Michael Alcala.

[laughs] Oh, please.

Mr. Snyder,

tell me you did not come here

angling to return to your former post.

Oh, I've had many posts in my career.

"Proxy Governor, Los Angeles"
is not one I care to return to.

[chuckles]

So the Governor-General sent you here

because she wants Alcala removed?

Just think of me as a concerned citizen.

One with real apprehensions

about the current proxy's
ability to govern the bloc.

Removing him would reflect
poorly on the Governor-General.

He was her predecessor's
choice, not hers.

The Los Angeles bloc...

needs to start projecting
stability and competence.

Removing yet another proxy
would send the wrong message.

A worse message...

than if this bloc
suffers another disaster?

[suspenseful music]

We all want to avoid unrest.

♪ ♪

Say we're able to bring
things under control here.

Can the Governor count on you
as an advocate for Los Angeles?

♪ ♪

All I want is a healthy...

and productive Los Angeles Colony.

But you need to handle
things on the ground.

Or else there will be
nothing that I can do.

I understand.

The Minister of
Intelligence is next, right?

Yes, sir.

I'll be at least an hour.

Go pick up that file
from Helena's office.

[birds chirping]

[car departs]

[doorbell rings]

[gunshots, dull thud]

[tense music]

Wait! Wait!

Wait!

[screaming, gunshots]

Oh, shit.

[man yelling]

[gunshots, people screaming]

- [gunshots]
- [gasps]

[bullets whizzing]

♪ ♪

[people screaming]

[suspenseful music swells]

- [crickets chirping]
- Keep looking!

This area is off-limits!

Mine's open!

[indistinct radio chatter]

Over here.

[suspenseful music]

Please. Please, please. Don't shoot!

- Don't shoot, please!
- Got one.

Please.

[whimpers]

Oh, I'm okay.

I'm... I'm...

I'm, uh... I'm okay.

I'm okay.

♪ ♪

Where did you leave it with King?

I honestly believed that
we had him as an ally.

[exhales]

Everything that we built
was just set on fire.

Who knows how the Hosts
are gonna react now?

Can we trust Alcala to
respond appropriately?

Of course not.

He called me from his bunker
throwing Homeland under the bus.

He's happy to drag
everyone down with him.

Then we need to put
him under your thumb.

Which means that we need leverage.

Do you think that I haven't looked?

No, I'm sure you have.

But I might know a way inside.

How?

By taking a closer look

at an old friend.

Nolan Burgess.

[dramatic music swells]

I'm worried about Bram.

Me too, love.

But Dad's gonna find him.

We shouldn't stay here.

Why not?

What if Bram gets caught?

He's not gonna get caught.

[dull thud]

Shh.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Everyone's out looking for you.

Your father, Morgan, Broussard...

♪ ♪

[sniffles] I'm sorry.

Where did you go?

What were you doing?

Okay, come on.

- Come on.
- [crying]

♪ ♪

I got you.

[door opens]

Is Bram okay?

He's home.

You go hang out with
Charlie for a minute, okay?

- I got to talk to your brother.
- Okay.

Thanks.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Do you think I'm a good person?

Bram.

What happened?

I made a mistake.

I shouldn't have gone.

Listen.

Whatever happened up there,

it doesn't...

matter.

But I need to know

so that we can...

make it right.

[footsteps approaching]

Is he here?

- Yeah.
- Oh, God.

Are you trying to get us all killed?

Will.

He's lucky to be alive.

Even luckier he didn't get caught.

I know, but he wasn't.

It's a war zone out there.

There are Redhats and drones everywhere.

What happened?

Attack on the Green Zone.

The Red Hand, apparently.

They went house to
house like the Mansons.

It was a massacre.

Where the hell are you going?

- Bram?
- They killed everyone!

- Who did?
- The RAPs.

After we blew up the ship,

they hit the camps with
some kind of weapon,

and it just disappeared.

You blew up the RAP ship?

We did it together.

Me and Maya and the others. My friends.

- The Red Hand are your friends?
- They're murderers.

They're the ones that
attacked our house.

They tried to kill
your brother and sister.

Because you were a collaborator.

I collaborated to keep us alive!

Hey! Stop it! Enough!

They wanted to make a difference.

To stand up. They wanted to fight.

He did this because of you.

♪ ♪

Bram, I need to know what happened.

[gasping] I don't know.

You went up to the Green Zone.

You were part of the attack.

Yeah.

You went to someone's house.

[breathing heavily]

Were you alone?

I was with Patrick,

and there was a guy in the house.

Did Patrick hurt him?

He had a gun, and he killed Patrick.

So you killed him?

I wanted to, but I couldn't.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

_

[door opens]

I appreciate the visit, Alan.

I appreciate you taking
the time, Mr. Ambassador.

Thank you.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[phone beeping]

[line rings]

[woman speaking German]

[speaking German]

Echo-tango-null.

How can I assist you, Mr. Ambassador?

I need a secure line.

I will send my
preliminary report tonight.

And we will speak more when I return.

[phone beeps]

[sighs]

[papers rustling]

[faint gunshots]

[man yelling, dog barking]

[woman screams]

[phone beeping]

[line rings]

- Yes.
- [faint gunshots]

This is Ambassador King again.

I think I'm in danger.

This is the Security Directorate.

Uh, yes, I'm in the Green
Zone of the Los Angeles bloc.

Something is happening.

What is your location?

House two-four-zero.

All right, Mr. Ambassador.

Stay with me. I'll get you through this.

There's someone on the property.

Go to the master bedroom.

[suspenseful music]

All right. I'm in the master.

There's a safe. Do you see it?

Yes, I see it.

The safe's code is...

enter-one-six-five-enter.

I'm in.

There's a shotgun and a box of shells.

Take them out. Move to the first floor.

There's a secure room in
the rear of the house.

♪ ♪

[door creaks]

Someone's at the door.

[people yelling, gunshots]

All right. I want you
to load the shotgun.

Take a shell.

Holding the brass end, push
it into the loading flap

until you hear a click.

[men yelling, gunshots]

[woman screaming]

[dog barking]

All right, I'm... I'm loaded.

Pump the shotgun to chamber a round.

- [shotgun pumps]
- [shell clatters]

They're inside the house.

Try to find a place to
hide, Mr. Ambassador.

Wherever you can.

A security team is on its way.

♪ ♪

[breathing shakily]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

[gun clicks]

[gunshot]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music swells]