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[pounding on door]

[speaks in German]

We have eyes on Skylark.

[in English] Governor,

please come with us.

What's going on?

We need to get

you to the bunker, now.

All right, let me uh...

Let me get dressed.

[speaks German]

Skylark is on the move.

[indistinct chatter]

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking French]

The third one went down in the

San Bernardino Mountains.

San Bernardino?

That's my region.

What happened?

Numerous bogeys penetrated

our Host's defense grid.

Three took heavy damage

and entered our atmosphere.

Well, they didn't fly

halfway across the universe

for nothing.

What was the target?

The Factory.

And?

[ominous music]

It's gone?

Totally destroyed.

Any survivors?

Had the defense grid

been fully operational,

I am confident the attack

would have been stopped.

But how will our Hosts

rebuild the grid

without a factory?

Without a workforce?

I can only speak

for Region Eight,

but we can divert more labor

to our fabrication facilities

in California.

Anything we can do to help

with the war effort.

We must all adjust

to the new reality.

I want plans

for similar contributions

from every region by tonight.

This was just

an advance strike.

We must assume that their

main fleet is on the way.

And without the grid in place,

the battle will spill

over on to Earth.

But our Hosts said

that we had years to prepare.

-That's what they thought.

-Well, how long do we have?

Not long.

[dramatic music]

♪♪

[wind blowing]

[birds chirping]

[lid rattles]

[static]

[woman] This is dispatch.

The 16 bus is running late.

Tujunga shuttle,

what's your twenty?

[man] Tujunga shuttle

on schedule, three

passengers to deliver.

Over.

[woman] Copy that.

Route 8,

you got anything for me?

Route 8 on schedule.

no passengers, over.

Copy that.

Sherman Oaks, how about y--

[bird squawking]

[deep rumbling]

[birds flutter]

[ships whooshing overhead]

[man over radio] Tujunga on

schedule. No passengers, over.

[woman over radio]

Copy that, Tujunga.

Route 8, how about you?

[radio static]

Route 8 on schedule.

No passengers, over.

[woman over radio]

Then that's it.

Stay safe everyone,

over and out.

You still on the line,

Route 8?

Yeah.

Is there a problem, dispatch?

Just checking in

on my loneliest route.

You should keep the line

clear for real traffic.

The psychological health

of our drivers

is important.

I'm fine.

I'm spinning

some records over here.

Any requests, Route 8?

I like the blues.

A bit on the nose,

don't you think?

How do you feel about

Simon and Garfunkel?

"Sound of Silence" or

"Bridge Over Troubled Waters"?

Always with the jokes.

That's not

what they usually say.

Oh, yeah?

What do they usually say?

Right now,

there's nobody to say anything.

Some guys might like that,

you know?

Nobody around to bother them.

I've learned to be careful

what I wish for.

So then maybe it should be

"Sgt. Pepper's Lonely

Hearts Club Band."

-Good night, dispatch.

-Good night, Route 8.

[static]

[birds chirping]

[thumping]

[gun clicks]

Get away from him.

Put your gun down, now!

[thud]

Who are you?

Someone who can get you out.

[tense music]

♪♪

Any sign of her?

No.

♪♪

♪♪

If the Occupation

picked up Bram's radio call,

they'll know exactly

where to find us.

She's risking her life

to meet us too.

Unless she's

an occupation plant.

If I were planning an ambush,

I couldn't pick a better spot.

Low ground,

bridge is a choke point.

The river's so loud,

I can't hear anyone coming.

It was my idea

to contact her.

I'll meet her.

I'm not letting you

go out there alone.

You're right.

I should go with him.

The contact might test me with

questions about the Resistance.

Questions you can't answer.

[sighs]

Radios on, safeties off.

Hey, you be careful.

[sighs]

How do you know me?

You were married to

my mom's other sister, Rachel.

Good, but don't say it

like it's a question.

If you don't believe it,

they won't believe it.

What's wrong?

If Rachel was my mom's

sister,

how come we never met her?

-Charles?

-She and Mom didn't get along,

but you got trapped

in LA after the Arrival

and didn't know anyone else.

So you moved in with us.

Up top.

Lindsey said the Greatest Day

praised truth tellers, and--

Lindsey's dead.

You are nothing

if not direct.

Gracie, the less we make up,

the better.

You're still Gracie Bowman.

You lived at the same address.

But now you've got

an uncle Alan.

The closer

we stay to the truth,

the less you have to remember.

Here's the thing.

You're kids; they won't

expect you to know every fact.

More important than telling the

truth is that they believe

you want to tell them the truth.

That you're on their side.

If you show them that,

they'll move right down the

line and bother somebody else.

-Okay.

-If that doesn't work,

there's always

selective mutism.

Tough crowd.

If I'm supposed to stay

close to the truth,

why can't I tell them that

you and my dad worked together?

Some people didn't like

what your dad and I did

in Los Angeles.

It's not always fair,

but that's the way

certain people think.

What did you do?

We kept you alive.

♪♪

It's okay, go on.

So what's your plan

to get us through the Wall?

You can go take a seat.

I've got contacts

in the San Fernando bloc.

They can help.

I don't want another bloc.

I want to get out

of the damn colony.

You want to take a kid

outside the Wall?

I've got friends over there.

You'll get new IDs,

place to live.

Schools.

That whole bloc's

a bunch of Greatest Day

holy rollers, right?

Church every week.

A lot of purple.

That's why I left Indiana

for LA in the first place.

-Get away from that crap.

-I get it.

But maybe faking

a little religion

is a fair trade for safety.

No, Owen's

not ready to leave.

Kids are adaptable, I hear.

It's just...

There used to be three of us.

My husband, Evan.

We thought we were so smart.

Everyone else got hauled away.

We had the Green Zone

to ourselves.

Then the drones came back.

I know it's hard.

But you can't stay here.

Sooner or later,

the drones will catch you too.

Get some rest.

We can talk about this later.

-Where should we--

-Take my bunk.

Thank you.

You're not leaving, are you?

I'll be here.

I've got work to do.

You like puzzles?

All right.

We're gonna match up

all the white strips,

and all the green strips.

Can you do that?

-Mm-hmm.

-Yeah?

[birds chirping]

[tense music]

♪♪

Company, 10 o'clock,

moving fast.

There.

I'm Bram.

Katie.

The package.

♪♪

You want to see it,

come on over.

Let's get out of here.

Hey.

I didn't come here to

look at luggage.

Okay, let's go.

We've got others.

Charlie! Gracie!

-You didn't say kids.

-They won't slow us down.

They slow everything down.

Who's he?

My brother-in-law.

Come on,

we're gonna be late.

Late for what?

There it is, your ride.

[clanking in distance]

We're getting on a train?

After it stops,

you have 60 seconds to board.

-What happens after that?

-Drones.

[train rails scraping]

Clock starts now!

Get on the car

marked with an X.

What if

the conductor sees us?

Nobody else is on board.

Gracie, Charlie, come on.

What about you?

Fifty seconds!

Got it!

I got you, this way.

Let's go!

[grunts]

-Where do we get off?

-They'll find you.

Where'd you find fresh fruit?

Little grove

near the LA River.

Here, kiddo.

Some healthy sugar.

I hear San Fernando bloc

has all the fresh fruit

you can eat.

Have you gotten

other people out?

Yeah.

-Friends of yours? Family?

-People like you.

People who stayed behind

after the rendition.

-Have you ever lost anybody?

-No.

Do they pay you?

Because we don't have--

No.

Maybe I'm selfish,

but I don't get it.

What's in it for you?

-I like my space.

-How many you gotten out?

Not enough

to balance the ledger.

All right.

[woman over radio] Tujunga

shuttle, what's your twenty?

[man over radio] Tujunga

shuttle. On schedule, over.

[woman] Copy that.

Route 8,

how about you?

Route 8.

I've got two passengers, over.

Copy that.

Transfer requested.

Sherman Oaks,

do you guys have room for two?

[man] Negative, dispatch.

I'm full.

[woman] We'll get 'em through

and put 'em up

at the station tonight.

Route 8, we'll run

the usual handoff, over.

Copy that.

Two passengers en route,

over and out.

[solemn music]

♪♪

[train humming]

This is a terrible idea.

-Let it go.

-Good advice, yeah.

Because people getting herded

onto freight trains

never ends badly.

-We need to get to the camp.

-Not helping.

Will, tell your son that we're

crazy to stay on this train.

It's crazy in a world

where a spaceship

didn't just

fall out of the sky.

What you got?

-Supplies.

-For who?

Seattle.

Did you know

the Occupation had trains?

Yeah, they're a key piece

of the logistics network.

Is that how we were

getting our supplies

in the distribution facility?

A lot of them.

But there are

long haul trucks too.

Everything is driverless,

fully automated.

Who's out there

making cereal?

Do I look like

Captain Crunch?

What do you know

about Seattle?

It was a problem Colony

during the Arrival.

Too much coffee, I guess.

But I've heard

they got things turned around.

If we're going to Seattle,

we're headed north.

I thought the Resistance

camp was in the desert.

Maybe they moved it.

Or maybe Noa didn't

trust us and was lying.

Or maybe we're being

delivered like a package

into the hands

of the Occupation.

Why would

the Resistance do that?

Why do you trust people

who you've never met?

What were our options?

Just sit around and wait

for another tactical team

to hunt us down?

They don't care about you,

they just care about

the thing you're carrying.

So leave it on this train

as a present for Seattle,

and then disappear back into

some quiet mountain hideaway.

And then what?

Just spend the rest of our

lives hiding from drones?

-From everything?

-It's better than being dead.

I know the risks.

I would like more

for my children

than to spend the rest of

their lives hiding in a cabin.

I know you don't understand;

you don't have kids.

I have a daughter.

Since when?

Since she was born.

What happened to her?

I don't know.

[somber music]

♪♪

I'm sorry.

There's nothing

I can do about it now.

All I'm saying is this--

If you stay on this train,

you better be ready to accept

whatever consequences

might come.

Just like I did.

We made our choice.

♪♪

[crickets chirping]

[tense music]

♪♪

-You dug this?

-No.

Bunch of guys who built

tunnels for the cartels.

Needed something to do

after the Arrival.

You got this.

Mm-hmm.

What's over there?

Never been.

You'll have to let me know.

Okay.

[ominous music]

♪♪

Is something wrong?

How much longer do we wait?

We don't.

It's time to move.

Thank you.

Let's go, okay?

[tense music]

♪♪

[train wheels screeching]

We're slowing.

[squealing]

[clunking]

-Are you the Bowmans?

-Yeah, who are you?

You met one of our operatives

in Los Angeles; who was it?

Noa.

What happened to her?

She didn't make it.

[tense music]

♪♪

Show me the gauntlet.

Easy.

I've been looking for this

thing for a long time.

[electronic crackling]

So, you weren't just

making it up for attention.

You've got the genuine article.

It's not much use

without a RAP.

A what?

-The rest of the thing.

-Oh.

We call them "Clicks" up here.

And a Click we have.

[soft thud]

And who do we have back here?

I'm guessing you've

had a long trip.

-Yeah.

-What's your name, sweetie?

Gracie.

And that's my brother, Charlie.

He doesn't talk very much.

And that's my Uncle Alan.

He talks a lot,

just not right now I guess.

♪♪

We've got a long hike ahead

of us, we should get moving.

No, you've carried

that thing long enough.

Let us get it.

Okay.

[tense music]

♪♪

[metal clatters]

Please! Are you Route 8?

Who are you?

Dispatch.

We talk every night.

-How'd you find me?

-The little boy.

He said you did puzzles

in the police station.

-What happened?

-I don't know.

The pickup crew

is always careful,

but someone must

have followed them they.

They found the safe house.

My team, the passengers...

Everyone's gone.

[somber music]

♪♪

[footsteps]

You've done that before.

Never on myself.

You're a doctor?

You would never know it

from what they had me doing

in the San Fernando bloc.

I need to get out

of this Colony.

Why?

So I can hike north,

reach the Resistance camp.

Alone?

Unless you're volunteering

to keep a girl company.

You're exactly the way

I pictured you.

The strong silent type.

I don't think you should go

looking for that camp alone.

It's dangerous out there.

We just went over this.

What are my options?

Stay here.

There's work to do.

What kind of work?

The Authority left

a treasure trove of information

when they abandoned the bloc.

Were those shredded?

Yeah.

I put 'em back together.

Jesus, how long

did that take you?

After the Berlin Wall fell,

the Stasi shredded everything.

Turned 40 years of crime

into confetti.

But regular people

came back in,

spent decades

putting it together.

They were called

the puzzle women.

Compared to them,

I had it easy.

You might be

the loneliest man in the world.

What am I looking at?

A plan for Los Angeles

after the rendition.

I think they

emptied the bloc for a reason.

They want to use LA

to build a bio-weapon.

The first step will be

to repopulate the bloc.

All of this, everything you

think is gonna happen here,

-it's already happening.

-What?

-In Seattle.

-How do you know?

The Resistance

outside the Walls?

They communicate

using a numbers station.

They've been sending

messages about Seattle.

The whole Colony was

renditioned about a year ago.

-And now?

-It's like this.

New population, new government.

The camp needs to see

what you've uncovered.

And if you want to learn

what's happening in Seattle,

if they really are building a

bio-weapon, you'll find allies.

Maybe you're right;

maybe the fight here is over.

It's not over.

It's just moved on.

Help me get this

to the right people.

[birds chirping]

[birds chirping]

[distant rustling]

What do you hear?

Wind.

How much further

to this camp?

Not too far.

Noa told us about

one of your people.

A special operator.

Did a stint in Kandahar.

We lost him.

How?

A raid.

It went bad.

This camp...

What are we looking at

when we get there?

It's a good place.

We're doing important work.

Sometimes, it can be...

political.

So watch your six.

[tense music]

♪♪

[birds chirping]

-Who are they?

-Welcoming committee.

[exhales]

Hey.

Is there a problem?

Check them for electronics.

[tense music]

[woman] Okay. Give me that.

[man] This.

[woman] Put it right in here.

Turn around.

Here.

Hey, man, take it easy.

She's a kid.

Same rules for everyone.

Don't like them, don't come.

Okay, you're next.

Come on.

-Watch.

-[woman] Put your arms up.

-Anything else?

-No, sir.

Follow me.

♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

[woman] Hey, who are they?

♪♪

Wait here.

-What's going on?

-He told you not to go.

I know what he said.

I brought back the gauntlet.

Show it to me.

I'm gonna show it to him.

You disobeyed orders,

he's not talking to you.

Not yet.

♪♪

There has

to be another option.

-There isn't.

-What about a tunnel?

The Occupation did a sweep.

They're all sealed

or booby-trapped.

Well then,

we need to MacGyver

a hang glider or something,

because just walking through

the gateway is insane.

Would have been,

before the rendition.

-What changed?

-The manpower.

My guess is they're running

skeleton crews on the inside.

I'm going to bet my life

on your guess?

It's an educated guess.

I moonlighted as a Redhat.

What about drones?

That's why we've

got to move fast.

You're the one that wants out.

This is the way.

You know how to use that?

Not really.

It's fine,

I'll take the lead.

[tense music]

♪♪

What are you doing?

♪♪

♪♪