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Previously on "Colony."

-A Marine buddy I ran with
thought he knew a guy here.

Had to be the only jarhead
in the world

with a Bugs Bunny tattoo.

You know him?

I'm sorry, I don't.

-We lost him.
-How?

A raid.

It went bad.

-We can claim a true victory
for the resistance

by destroying it.

-What's happening right now,
you know it's wrong.

-Lower your weapon unless
you're willing to die

for a couple of strangers.

Take them to the brig.

*

*

*

*

What happened?

Everyone's dead.

Everyone?

It seems like things were going
according to plan from my team.

We got into position.

Hit the detonator
at the right moment.

I don't know how they
responded that fast.

*

You made it.

Yeah.

But just me.

Is that...

*

Holy shit.

Is it still working?

How the hell would I know?

*

We did it.

*

-We?
-Yeah.

You abandoned us.

You're a coward.

I ran into a patrol.

There was no patrol.

You got scared.

Are you calling me a liar?

Yeah, I'm calling you a liar!

Soon the whole
camp's gonna know.

-My plan worked.
I'm sorry about the men.

But the mission was successful.

This is a great day
in the struggle.

*

Easy.

*

Easy.

*

-Hey, you can't sit
on the fence anymore.

You have to make a choice.

You can follow that guy
and win a couple of battles.

Or you can follow me
and win the war.

*

This is good.

Want a drink?

-I just wanted to talk
to the Click.

-There's no such thing
as a small betrayal.

-I thought it was a mistake
not to interrogate that thing

now that we could
finally talk to it.

-So you sided with
a bunch of strangers.

That's not fair.

I've always taken your side.

I need to expose the truth.

And I value your skills
as an interrogator.

I think the Bowmans
trust you, too.

-Do you really think
the Bowmans are double agents?

They're the tip of the spear.

The first piece in
an insidious plot to destroy

the last remaining human
Resistance from the inside.

-Katie Bowman was a hero
in the Los Angeles bloc.

Benedict Arnold was one
of George Washington's

most trusted lieutenants
until he flipped sides.

-Andrew, if they're
double agents,

why would they bring
us the gauntlet?

To buy their way inside.

Okay, but I don't understand.

Why would the Occupation
take that risk?

They could have sent us
a fake gauntlet--

one that didn't interface
with the Click--

And we never would have
known the difference.

-Why are you defending
a pack of traitors?

-Because if I'm gonna
interrogate them,

I need to understand
their logic.

So I know what thread to follow
with the questions.

-It's because they're
playing the long game.

Other Resistance groups,
they look to us

for guidance and support.

If the Occupation destroy us,
well, we're just martyrs.

But what if we start
telling people that, well,

we don't need to be
fighting the Clicks

because there is something
much worse coming?

-It's a misinformation
campaign.

And it's a brilliant one.

They don't wanna just stamp out
this little piece of Rebellion.

They want to demoralize
our whole species.

So what do we do?

We turn the tables on them.

You're gonna prove
your loyalty to me

by breaking this family.

The wife is the kind to push
back against authority,

so, uh, you should
start with her.

What are you gonna do?

-I'm gonna have a little chat
with the children.

It's been an eventful few days.

And I know that some of you
are feeling anxious.

But we are on the cusp
of achieving great things.

So keep the faith.

Trust in the process.

Leave us.

I thought you might be dead.

Not yet.

He forgave you?

He never forgives.

But we have a history.

How are you?

How do you think I am?

I had no choice.

We all would have died
in that tent.

Maybe.

You also lost faith in us.

-Because your story
didn't add up.

I wanna help you.

But I need to know the truth.

-You wanna know
if I was a collaborator?

-I wanna know
how you survived.

Your husband was
law enforcement.

Those people were culled
after the Arrival.

We took another name.

The Sullivans.

Will worked in a garage.
I ran a bar.

We kept our heads down.

-Joining the Resistance isn't
exactly keeping your head down.

-I felt like I didn't
have a choice.

Most people couldn't see it.

Everything was
so weirdly normal.

But I knew something terrible
was right around the corner.

And your husband?

He was more cautious.

We fought a lot.

And he was right.

We were risking everything.

-How did you get out
of Los Angeles?

-When Total Rendition began,
it was chaos.

Broussard knew we had
to get the gauntlet out.

So we staged a diversion.

I assume he's dead,

along with the rest
of his people.

Believe me when I say this.

I really hope your
story holds up.

Where are my children?

Being questioned.

By MacGregor.

*

-Is that what
the Resistance does now?

*

And who is Uncle Alan?

Well, he married our aunt.

He's kind of sad.

Mom says that she took him in
like a stray cat.

Where did he live?

In our house.

-No, I mean,
which bedroom?

-Well, he stayed--
-No, not you.

Her.

He stayed in Charlie's room.

Before he got back.

Got back?

From where?

The Green Zone.

They made me work up there.

Doing what?

Assistant proxy's son.

He wanted a friend and so they
made me live up in his house.

Uh-huh.

*

You're lying.

*

I'm not.

*

-Do you know what happens
to little boys who lie?

Yeah.

Are you being smart with me?

*

Talk.

Leave him alone!

-Tell me where your brother
came back from,

and then I'll stop.

*

Tell me,
and then I'll stop.

Santa Monica.

*

-You were a cop in Los Angeles
before the Arrival?

That's right.

They eliminated all the cops.

How'd you stay off their list?

-Another family,
the Sullivans,

were on vacation
during the Arrival.

We took over the house,
their identities.

And that worked?

-Once the initial chaos ended,
the Occupation didn't care.

They just needed bodies.

-You, uh, got a job
as a mechanic?

That's right.

-And you and your whole family
lived together

in the same house?

What?

-Your whole family were
living together in Los Angeles?

Except for Charlie.

He was in Santa Monica.

-How did your son end up
in Santa Monica?

-He was trapped over there
when the walls came down.

-Charlie admitted that he
hadn't been living with you,

but he said that he was up
in the Green Zone.

I told him to lie.

Why?

I paid a guy to smuggle me
through the gateway

into Santa Monica.

Then we climbed over
the wall to get back.

If the Occupation found out,

we all would have gone
to the Factory.

-You never climbed the wall
with a 12-year-old kid.

-We were caught on
the ascent by a drone.

Vaporized an old
friend of mine.

That was a big risk to take.

You must not have kids.

I would have done anything
to get him back.

That's what worries me.

What do you mean
when you said

you would have done anything?

-I think the Occupation
promised to bring your kid back

if you worked for them.

-Make up whatever
story you want.

That's not what happened.

I told you not to interrupt.

I know.

But it's important.

*

-What do you mean,
the blast caps disappeared?

-We were doing a final check
before the operation.

They're gone.

-Well, they didn't just walk
off on their own.

Somebody must have taken them.

-Maybe it was the missing
Bowman kid.

We need those blast caps.

Or it won't only be the Bowmans
who are held accountable.

-Interrogation is
an iterative process,

and we're making headway.

It's too slow.

Look, I can crack them.

But you gotta give me
space to operate.

You tipped off Will
about Santa Monica.

That's how he wiggled
off the hook.

*

They don't know what we know.

Or what the others
might have given up.

I can take advantage of that.

We'll try it your way.

But I'm running
out of patience.

-What did Will do
in Los Angeles?

-He was a mechanic.
-That's interesting.

Because he just told us that
he worked for the Occupation.

I know why you tried
to cover it up.

But now you need
to help me understand

so I can help you.

We had no choice.

I get it.

You were under pressure.

Charlie was in Santa Monica.

-N--No, Will didn't take that
job just to get Charlie back.

He was working on the inside.

For me and for Broussard.

-I could smell it the moment
I met you and your husband.

You were collaborators.

-We would never have
gotten the gauntlet

without Will's information
and connections.

We needed a source
on the inside.

That's how this work is done.

-I know how
this work is done.

But if you were
who you said you were,

why would you need to lie?

-Because we didn't
feel safe here.

Well, that's odd.

Why would a genuine member
of the Resistance

not feel safe
among the Resistance?

-Because he warned us that
this camp was political.

You don't know what it's like
to live in the blocs.

Always under the nose
of the Occupation.

-Why is it so difficult
to pick up a gun and fight?

Against a thousand Redhats?

When your children
are on the line?

-So you admit it.
That's how they got to you.

Through your children.
-They never got to me!

-Well, they got
to your husband.

He sold himself to bring your
son back from Santa Monica.

Now, tell me exactly
how many innocent people

did he send to the Factory?

What the hell is that?

*

Traitor!

Look who I found.

*

*

You stole my detonators.

Yeah.

*

Where are they?

-If you kill me,
you'll never find them.

Bram.

-We just wanna get
out of the camp.

This isn't a negotiation.

Just tell him, Bram.

-And then we'll have
no leverage.

Wait, let me talk to him.

Let me talk to him!
-Please, please.

Talk.
-Let me talk to him.

Don't let him do this.
Vincent!

I can talk to him.

Jesus!

Son of a bitch!

*

Wait, wait!

I've got something to trade.

Information.
A gold mine.

We'll give you that
and the detonators

for safe passage out of here.

*

What kind of information?

-High level.
Straight from the IGA.

Don't do it, Dad.

-Stop, stop!

Stop.

I need your word.

Well, you're not getting it.

Not until you tell me exactly
what you have to trade.

*

What?

What, you think we're gonna
stop with this?

Once we're done with your son,

we're gonna start
on your little girl.

*

The man traveling with us.

His real name is Alan Snyder.

So.

Which one of them
gave me up?

Katie?

The husband.

Ah, of course.

Knife to the throat
of his kids, I assume.

And now you're here
to hang me.

-We're here to hold you
accountable for your crimes.

-And what would
those crimes be?

Genocide, treachery.

That's not very specific.

You ran the Los Angeles bloc.

-Yes, where I saved
countless lives.

You'll note that
when I was removed from power,

every man, woman, and child
was shipped off to the Factory.

By the goddamn Clicks.

Your masters.

The ones who
are systematically

exterminating mankind.

-They're not
exterminating mankind.

That would imply intent.

They're simply using humans
as a labor force,

and a lot of us are dying
in the process.

-And that doesn't bother you?
-Of course it does.

I wish they had
never come here.

But they did,
so I worked to save

as many people as possible.

-Then why did you
leave the bloc?

Because of the other humans.

Occupation hierarchy's
a snake pit.

Make one mistake,
and you're dead.

So I figured that I'd
get out while I could.

How heroic.

Well, I'm not a brave man.

But I am a smart man.

And if you were smart,

you'd bunker down and try
to survive the coming war.

What war?

-The war between our hosts
and something much, much worse.

-This nonsense again.
-It's not nonsense.

We mean nothing to either side,

but we're still
in the line of fire.

-So what are we
supposed to do?

Stay alive.

Which is why you need
to give back that Host.

-I'll do what I want
with my Click.

-Of course.
I'm just suggesting

you should weigh
the consequences.

If you destroy that thing,
they're going to retaliate.

Like Dallas?

-Oh, so you've heard about
what happened to Dallas?

Another Click war crime.

Call it whatever you want.

But the fact is that two
of our Hosts were destroyed

after a human Resistance group
set off a massive EMP,

so they fired a weapon
from space.

I'm told that the sand
literally turned to glass

for hundreds of miles
in every direction.

Not even
the cockroaches survived.

*

I don't care what
choices you make.

Resist, collaborate,
fight, or hide.

But before you lecture me on
the importance of human life,

ask yourself why you're
going to make the choice

to kill millions of people.

Nothing will change.
Nobody will be inspired.

They'll just be dead.

*

*

Where are you going?

-I greatly appreciated the
symbolism of sending the Click

with the bomb to Seattle.

But we have to destroy it, now.

-Didn't you hear
what he just said?

About Dallas?

-I didn't believe
a word of that.

It's all part
of their mind games.

But what if it's--

Just listen to yourself.

We set out to liberate
ourselves from the Clicks,

and you are too afraid to kill
even a single one of them.

That thing is making us
question ourselves.

Hell, it even got you
to pick up a gun against me.

It's time to cross
the Rubicon.

Take a leap of faith.

Unless, of course, you don't
believe in what we're doing.

Okay.

Arrange the demolition.

I'm gonna prepare
my remarks for the camp.

*

-The commander has ordered us
to destroy the Click.

Go to the arsenal and get
four Claymore mines.

We'll rig them
to blow simultaneously.

*

We're gonna kill you.
Do you understand?

*

*

What happened in Dallas?

*

We shouldn't have killed him.

Bugs was a good man.

And I shot him in the back.

Like a coward.

-What does it matter
how you killed him?

This isn't the wild west.
It's war.

-Aren't you worried that
we're eating ourselves?

First Bugs,
now the Bowman family?

We're supposed to be
on the same side.

Study history.

Revolutions only succeed
by remaining pure.

Because the human brain
is utterly incapable

of being both nuanced and
passionate at the same time.

Either we pull together
in the same direction,

or we fall apart.

-You know why I followed
you and not Bugs?

Because you never
second-guess yourself.

-That's the price
of leadership.

I know you're a different
kind of man.

I respect your ability
to see the gray areas.

But this is not
the war for that.

And when the war is over?

What if we've forgotten
who we are?

If we survive the war?

The future generations will
judge us for what we have done.

But at least they'll
be alive to judge.

Stop.

I have indulged your
questions so far

because I value your support.

But that is done.

From now on,
you need to be a soldier.

-Our Click can't communicate
with the Occupation,

otherwise they would have
stormed the camp.

Correct.

-Then how are they gonna know
if we blow it up?

-Does your commander seem
like the kind of man

to keep that secret?

It's a machine, right?

Also correct.

-Then why do they care so much
if it's destroyed?

Can't they just
make another one?

-That glowing ball thing
in the suit's helmet,

it's a kind of consciousness.

Consciousness?

What does that mean?

I don't know exactly.

Maybe they used to have
actual bodies

and uploaded themselves
into the sphere.

Maybe they were created
by another species.

The important thing is,

there are only a few hundred
of those glowing balls.

-Everything else, the drones,
the walkers, the ships--

-Automated.
Pieces of a hive mind.

They get irritated
when you destroy a drone.

It's a resource that
they have to replace.

But when you go after
one of those cores...

-I can tell that
you're a good man.

Trying to make
the right decision.

Are you a good man?

-No.
-Why should I listen to you?

Because I'm a pragmatist.

-Sometimes pragmatists
do terrible things.

-So do good men.
But that's not the point.

In this case,
my pragmatism

and your morality
are on the same side.

-Would a moral man
betray his friends?

His commander?

-To stop an unspeakable
tragedy?

Of course.

You can save every
man, woman, and child

in the Pacific Northwest.

It's in your hands.

-MacGreggor won't
listen to me.

And I don't have enough support
in the camp to stop him

from destroying the Click.

Then you need reinforcements.

The Occupation?

How?

-You call a certain
radio frequency

and say a code word.

-The moment I do that,
I'll give us away.

They'll trace the signal
right back to the camp.

-Not if you keep the
transmission under six seconds.

*

And then?

Wait for a response.

They'll call you back
on the same frequency

and offer terms.

If the terms are acceptable,
you respond.

What kind of terms?

It depends what you want.

Maybe you ask for amnesty
for everyone in this camp.

Maybe you demand a spectacular
chalet in the Swiss Alps.

It's up to you.

I've been in your position,

when it feels like there
are no good options.

But sometimes you just have
to be the man

who stands in front
of the train.

*

What are you doing in here?

Get him out.

*

Roanoke.

*

*

*

What did you do?

I remembered who I was.

*

-You are a double agent.
-That is not true.

You are a double agent

traveling with
a known collaborator.

Your presence in this camp
has caused nothing but unrest,

and this must stop.

I thereby sentence you
and your husband to death.

What about my children?

-Your eldest son is
old enough to be accountable

for his actions,
and he will share your fate.

The two younger ones will stay
here until they're old enough

to survive on their own.

Take her, the husband,
and the eldest son

to the rifle range.

What about the collaborator?

I'm not done with him yet.

Ah.

Do you have another one?

What are you doing?

You breathe too loud.
It's distracting.

*

Will...

Did you know that--

-Get up.

-Get up.
Move.

*

-No, get off me!
No!

*

*

Help!

Let us out!

-Get to the woods.
Out the back.

Go!
-This way!

*

*

Hey, you're okay.

You're okay.

It hurts.

Will, the kids.

Will.
-Let's go.

Let's move.

Where are the kids?

The woods.
They'd go to the woods.

Come on, come on.

Go, go.

Charlie!

-Charlie!
-Gracie!

Charlie!

-Come on. Come on.

*

-Hey, we gotta go that way.
Okay?

Run.
As fast as you can.

There she is.

Gracie!

Come here, baby!

I got you.

Charlie!

Charlie!
-Bram, she's hurt!

Charlie, run!

Charlie!

Charlie!

Charlie!

No!
No!

-No, no!
-Charlie!

-No! No!
-Charlie!

-Gracie's hurt!
We have to go!

-No, no!
-We have to go!

-No, my baby!
-We have to go!

-Now!
-Now!

-Come on!
-Now

Now!

Come on, Gracie.

Mr. Snyder.

Lieutenant Garland.

You gonna hit me in
the face again?

-Well, it did seem
like it worked.

You bought your way inside.

Although that, uh,
that didn't sound

like your voice
on the radio.

It wasn't.

-So, how'd you get them
to give up their position?

-I kept hammering
at the weak link

until it finally broke.

You know, I've never met
a man who could have

anything he wants before.

-Trust me,
I've never been that man.

So, where are you gonna go?

-To the center of the action.
-Switzerland?

-I've always wanted
to see the Alps.

Maybe reconnect
with some old friends.

-You know, I didn't think
you'd actually get it done.

You surprised me.
-I get that a lot.

-Next chopper leaves
in 20 minutes.

-You couldn't get me out
of this hell hole fast enough.

-I'm sure, but I need you
to do something for me first.

*

Do you see the leader?

Control wants to confirm
that he's dead.

*

That one.

Did you kill everyone?

Most of them.

And the survivors?

Are you gonna chase them?

No, we got what we needed.

Just let them starve out there.

*

Let's go.

*