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My department was responsible

for running analytics

on the dark web.

Monitoring bot nets

and arms dealers.

Nothing that specific.

We were trying to figure out

the shape of the thing.

But that was a waste of time.

It was just chaos.

And that's when you

hired the kid.

Yeah.

Some hotshot who was supposed

to get his feet wet

in my department before

he moved on to bigger things.

Then he got curious.

Started tinkering.

It was all hidden

in plain sight.

Extra data packets

attached to everything

that moved across

the deep web.

What was in the packets?

No way to tell.

It was totally encrypted.

The thing is, the volume

of information was enormous.

Almost 40 percent of everything

we were intercepting.

[dishes clatter]

I brought it to my bosses.

Two days later, the kid dies

in a traffic accident.

And then I get promoted

to a different desk.

I'm not the most political guy,

but even I got the picture.

We're going up against a vast

intergovernmental conspiracy.

The most powerful people

in the world

are betraying

the rest of us.

I got that from your website.

What I don't understand is,

why are they doing this?

Aren't they already in charge?

The kid--

he tried to crack the codes on

the encrypted packets, right?

Yeah.

But he ran into a brick wall.

He said it was like

nothing he'd ever seen.

As if the code had been

designed by an intelligence

far greater than our own.

Think how easy our

technology has made it

to seize control

of our planet.

Everything is online.

The controls

to our power grids.

The way we communicate.

The most personal details

of our private life.

It's all just sitting there,

waiting to be exploited.

Exploited by who?

Not who.

What.

You've done

an important thing here.

The world is asleep

on its feet.

We're gonna wake 'em up.

This can't trace back to me.

Trust me, I take every

possible precaution.

[birds chirping]

[click]

[birds chirping]

[ominous music]

♪♪

Remember to pick up Chris

at practice tomorrow.

Right.

Working late again?

Yeah.

Gotta get the gift boxes ready

for the holiday rush.

Okay.

[lightning crackling softly]

[thunderous pounding]

[door opens]

[ominous music]

Target acquired.

FBI.

Stay down, Laura, it's okay.

What the hell are you--

[grunting]

♪♪

[buzzing]

Do you work for them?

I've been going over

all the evidence.

You're in a lot of trouble,

Mr. MacGregor.

You just made your

first big mistake.

You see, before,

people thought I was just

some crackpot on the internet.

But now, I've got a platform.

People will listen to me.

Why exactly do you think

people will listen

to an accused pedophile?

What?

Your little cabin

back in the woods

stuffed to the brim

with child pornography

that horrified even

the most experienced agents.

You planted this.

You know,

I feel badly for your wife.

And your children.

Who betrayed me?

[ominous music]

Somebody smart enough

to choose the right

side of history.

♪♪

[dramatic music]

♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

What happened?

It's a machine.

Wait, who? The RAP?

Yeah.

That thing we saw in the

crashed capsule near Big Bear.

It had guts, no wires.

Maybe that's what

it was talking about.

Maybe that's one

of its enemies.

The RAPs have enemies?

That's what it said.

You knew about this.

I heard rumors.

There were a lot

of rumors at the IGA.

Most of them seemed

like rationalizations.

Anyway, why did it matter

to a bunch of people living

in a cabin off the grid?

It matters now.

The captured RAP has said

that they were being chased

by something much worse.

That they were on the run just

trying to defend themselves.

You heard that too.

It's time to start talking.

The RAPs said

they would protect us

if we gave them

what they needed.

A slave labor force.

The Factory's main purpose

is to build a defense grid.

That way, if the other side

ever catches up to the RAPs,

Earth won't be

annihilated in the fight.

Wait, so the RAPs are saying

that they're the good guys?

Do you believe it?

[sighs]

I don't know.

MacGregor shut down

the interrogation

before we could dig

any deeper.

Why? We should be in there

asking it everything.

You're right.

This is the best opportunity

the human Resistance

has ever had.

All of the answers

are a few feet from us.

My unsolicited advice

would be to tread very lightly

in those waters.

MacGregor's a man who likes to

be in charge of the narrative.

[ominous music]

♪♪

[over radio]

Seven, zero.

Copy that, Baker Five.

We'll rendezvous

at those coordinates.

Over and out.

I don't like it.

You don't like anything.

Maybe the signal went down

because the Occupation

cracked the code.

We could be walking

into a trap.

I know that guy's voice.

I've been talking to him

for six months.

And you'd know if he had

a gun pointed at his head?

[zips bag]

-We have to meet him.

-Why?

Because I need

the camp's location.

Do you really think they just

hand out that address?

Only a few people outside

know where it is.

You lied.

No, I said I would

take you to the camp,

and I will.

This is just the procedure.

Maybe I was

a little misleading.

But it's not like

you're giving away

all of your secrets

either.

You ready?

[foreboding music]

♪♪

[alarm blaring]

♪♪

[alarm continues]

♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

The enemy.

Machines.

All of 'em.

♪♪

They conquered our cities.

They stole our lands.

They murdered

our friends and families.

And last night,

one of the enemy finally spoke.

♪♪

Lies.

It claims it is our friend.

That they came to support us

against another enemy

that has yet to be seen.

Now the truth is, this Click is

trying to exploit us.

♪♪

It knows that humans are weak.

Most humans are.

But not the ones in this camp.

[indistinct chatter]

This thing speaks

in contradictions.

We would drive ourselves mad

trying to sift through it all.

But we are not gonna

play its game.

So I lay our broken enemy

at your feet.

Now we can continue to listen

to its pathetic attempts

to beg for whatever

amounts to its life.

Or we can claim a true victory

for the Resistance

by destroying it.

Now, think for a moment the

message that that will send.

We destroy a Click, and while

they are still reeling

from that loss, we deliver a

devastating strike to the heart

of the collaborationist

military apparatus.

We demonstrate to the Clicks

and their collaborators

and every single Resistance

cell on this planet

that mankind

will not go quietly.

-[cheers]

-Destroy it!

[all] Destroy it!

[cheers]

♪♪

[foreboding music]

♪♪

Look for a bus.

♪♪

Who are you?

♪♪

Tania Two.

Three months ago

you broke protocol

and accidentally used

a real name over the air.

What was it?

Lawrence.

♪♪

Who's your friend?

He ran a cell in

the LA bloc before it emptied.

♪♪

Camp's never been

down this long.

I'm losing my shit.

What was their

last transmission?

Uh, a package had arrived

from Los Angeles.

Some alien tech.

A gauntlet?

They say who brought it?

Was it a family?

I don't know, man.

Are they your friends?

I'm thinking

we should disappear

before they start

rolling up our whole network.

Smart guy.

We need to get to the camp.

[snickers]

That's crazy.

What if it's been

overrun by the Occupation?

We have critical information

for them about some

super-weapon the Occupation

is building in Seattle.

I need the location.

I can't give the location

to you without authorization,

and that only comes

from the camp.

I know I'm asking you

to break protocol,

but this is an emergency.

Don't you want to know

what happened at the camp

before you spend the rest

of your life on the run?

[exhales heavily]

Stay here.

Your man looks like he's

gonna jump out of his skin.

You try living out here

for two years

with just a radio

to keep you company.

Actually,

you'd probably love that.

[indistinct chatter]

-[man #1] Make sure you get

that fire going, okay?

-[man #2] I will.

Hey.

What's up, Mom?

I gotta catch up

on some sleep.

Okay.

Smart, that one.

Takes after me.

Commander wants to see you.

I built this place

before the Arrival.

Bet this made for a nice

mountain getaway back then.

Hmm.

I was picked up on some

trumped-up charge,

so I skipped bail

and I dug in here.

The evidence against the Clicks

was overwhelming but,

some people would

rather be blind than see.

Not us.

Hmm.

The reason that this camp

has survived for so long

is that the people

who remain fall in line

behind a singular vision.

Yours.

Revolutions aren't won

by committee.

No, but they're won

with smart strategy.

Which requires accurate

intelligence gathering.

We have the enemy in our hands,

I can't think of one reason

why we wouldn't

want to question it,

find out more about

what we're fighting.

Because every word that comes

out of that thing's mouth

is poison.

We'll never know what's true

unless we keep

asking it questions.

We have information that

might corroborate

what the Click was saying

about the other species.

A ship crashed in the mountains

in Northern California

while we were making

our way north.

I saw that in your notebook.

And your scout

saw it too.

We stumbled upon

an escape capsule.

I don't know what was inside,

but it was not a machine.

I saw that in your notes too,

but there is no corroboration.

Well, all of this lines up

with other things that we know.

We've heard that the Clicks

are using the Factory

to build a huge defensive grid

to shield themselves

and us from whatever

else is coming.

You see, I did not see

that detail in your notes.

Do you expect me to just

give you everything?

Yes.

Well, there's more.

If we can work together.

[pensive music]

I invited you both here

this morning

because I hoped that we could

come to some kind of

understanding.

But you must realize that I

have provided food and shelter

for both you and your children.

It's a taste of civilization.

If you care about

the war you're fighting,

then destroying that Click

would be a huge mistake.

The people who stay here

succeed because they understand

that there is a line

that must be towed.

Now, you would not be

the first person

to come here with

a different philosophy.

That's absolutely fine.

I can't tell you what to think.

But I can show you the door.

♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪♪

-I got you.

-Ah, thanks. Phew.

♪♪

♪♪

[man #1] Nice steady pour.

[man #2]

This barrel's almost full.

[man #3] Gotcha.

[indistinct chatter]

♪♪

[man] Tie it around twice.

♪♪

Hey.

What are you doing?

My dad sent me down to help

here with the detail.

Then help

with the fertilizer.

♪♪

He's taking too long.

Give him a minute.

Why didn't he want us to

listen to his conversation?

Because he's protecting

his sources.

You would've done

the same thing.

Here you go.

Coordinates.

Thank you.

If camp finds out I gave it

to you without authorization--

Hey, desperate times,

desperate measures.

You going on foot?

You got a better idea?

-Hey, do you think that they--

-Move.

-Get out of here.

-What's going on?

[ominous music]

♪♪

[gunshot blasts]

♪♪

♪♪

[suspenseful music]

♪♪

♪♪

Where were you guys?

[sighs]

MacGregor's.

-[Bram] How'd it go?

-Not well.

Where's the RAP?

Don't know,

but MacGregor's got no interest

in hearing another word

from that thing.

You really think

he's gonna destroy it?

Because that would

be a really big problem.

How big?

We need to get

out of this camp.

-And go where?

-Anywhere, far from here.

MacGregor's just bluffing.

He's too smart

to destroy the RAP.

Too smart is not

my read on that man.

There's something else.

They're building a bomb.

A big one.

15, maybe 20 55-gallon drums

loaded with fertilizer

and diesel fuel.

[sighs]

Ammonium nitrate.

Same thing McVeigh

used in Oklahoma City.

What are they putting it in?

Right now,

just a couple of pickups,

but they've got

a lot of barrels.

Way more than

the pickups could carry.

[ominous music]

For a place so worried

about staying hidden,

they seem to be doing

everything they can

to get noticed.

I hate to repeat myself,

but we need to leave.

Now.

We don't even know

if we can leave.

MacGregor doesn't

trust us any more

than we trust him

at this point.

We need to go

back to Vincent.

He cared enough about

communicating with that RAP

to disobey MacGregor

and to come find us.

And he has people.

♪♪

Yeah, we'll need him

if this comes to a head.

Comes to a head?

[indistinct chatter]

-What's the update?

-Nobody in or out.

[birds chirping]

The RAPs are still the enemy,

right?

Even if they came here

'cause of some other war,

they still killed tens--

I don't know--

hundreds of millions of people.

[sighs]

I know.

Sure wish this kind of thing

was black and white.

It isn't.

Then who are we fighting?

Same enemy we've

always been fighting.

The real war isn't

against the RAPs.

Or whatever was

in that capsule.

It's against ourselves.

[foreboding music]

♪♪

♪♪

Keep watch.

MacGregor has eyes everywhere.

I shouldn't be seen with you.

But you risked it.

Because you know

the same thing we do.

The Click is

the most important asset

the Resistance

has ever captured.

It's insane to destroy it

for no reason.

He won't actually

destroy it.

That was just bluster.

His way of reclaiming

the narrative.

So what's he doing with it?

I don't know.

I've been cut out.

You're the second in command.

Your arrival here has

complicated our relationship.

You came for the gauntlet

because you knew it was

the best thing for the cause.

He doesn't think

I've been loyal to him.

It's MacGregor's camp

and his rules.

We all accepted that

when we came here.

That's because

we were trusting him

to make his decisions

with the good of the camp

and the Resistance in mind.

What if he isn't?

People came here

to fight a dictatorship,

not sign up for another one.

-I know.

-Then help us.

Do what?

Convince him not

to destroy the Click.

Not until we figure out

what it really knows.

[ominous music]

♪♪

I'll go talk to him.

♪♪

Wait.

We need to talk.

Talk about what?

Back there.

How'd those guys

get on us so fast?

He must've been right.

They were monitoring the radio.

That's one possibility.

What's your theory?

I'm thinking maybe

you walked me into a trap.

[foreboding music]

You come through the wall

with a superficial wound

and a sad story,

but I really don't know

anything about you.

♪♪

You haven't asked.

I'm asking now.

How dare you?

Like I've got something

to prove to you.

Tell me why I'm wrong.

What's my grand plan?

♪♪

If I wanted you dead I could've

shot you in your sleep.

Maybe you wanted

to lead the Occupation

to the Resistance camp.

I'm the one who got us

the coordinates.

♪♪

You want

an ironclad guarantee?

It's not gonna happen.

♪♪

You need to decide--

you either trust me

or you don't.

♪♪

♪♪

[liquid sloshing]

-Move!

-Whoa, just hear me out.

Just look--

we owe it to this camp.

-I said move. Back up!

-Look-- Andrew!

This is a mistake!

It is not your call.

Take it to the trucks.

Do not forget

the chain of command.

I am not discussing this again.

[suspenseful music]

Just get back to work.

Come on, give me a hand.

♪♪

They just hauled

the RAP away.

♪♪

♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

[ominous music]

♪♪

♪♪

Hey, where are you going?

Uh, the agriculture detail

asked for a resupply.

Nah, I didn't hear

anything about that.

It's a low priority,

I guess.

[rousing chatter]

They're waiting for me.

Go.

♪♪

[gasps]

It's cold.

You really think

this is a good idea?

Unless you got

a better suggestion.

Maybe there's another bridge

that's unguarded.

You really want to hike

another 50 miles

up and down

the river to find out?

You're in good shape.

Just hang on to the raft

and pace yourself.

As long as you keep

moving your legs,

you probably won't

go hypothermic.

Probably?

I'm just guessing.

You're the doctor,

aren't you?

[water sloshing]

[foreboding music]

♪♪

[door clicks open]

How'd it go?

[sighs]

Where are they

taking the Click?

MacGregor is sending him

back to them.

He's putting it on a train

and shipping it north.

Along with the bomb.

North where?

Seattle.

They're bombing a Colony?

MacGregor thinks

it's a key target.

We've heard a lot of chatter.

Something big

is happening there.

Innocent people

live in Seattle.

I know.

Jesus, Vincent.

[ominous music]

I wish you could've seen

MacGregor at the beginning.

When everyone else was giving

up hope, we believed in him.

That man is gone.

♪♪

I know.

♪♪

I've done things for him.

Things I shouldn't have done.

♪♪

You can't change the past.

But what's happening right now,

you know it's wrong.

You can stop it.

♪♪

♪♪

What do you need?

[suspenseful music]

[indistinct chatter]

♪♪

[chatter continues]

[liquid sloshing]

♪♪

[man] Oh, shit.

Fire! Fire!

♪♪

[man] You gotta move

this truck! Come on!

Give it to me!

You gotta get us out now!

You guys, come on!

♪♪

[man] Here, take this.

Come on.

Let's go.

The other side.

You got it.

♪♪

He doesn't want to see you.

Ugh!

♪♪

[whispers] Go.

♪♪

[panting]

All clear.

Oh, shit.

Drop your weapons now!

♪♪

After everything?

♪♪

Blowing up the Click

is a mistake.

Well, that's not

your decision.

Why not?

I helped capture it.

That's right, Vincent.

You helped.

Because you're a follower,

not a leader.

And now you're following

these two.

Do you even know

who they really are?

Don't let him

get in your head.

Do you really believe

all these stories?

♪♪

How they magically stole

the gauntlet from the Click?

How they were able to just

walk right out of the bloc

just before it was renditioned?

♪♪

And how they know things that

they could not possibly know?

♪♪

For instance, today

she told me that the Clicks

are building

fortifications in space.

♪♪

That's something

I intercepted with Broussard.

That's bullshit.

They're double agents,

and here to undermine us.

Now, you have a decision

to make, Vincent.

♪♪

You are outnumbered.

Lower your weapon.

Unless you're willing to die

for a couple of strangers.

[Will] Don't do it.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Take them to the brig.

♪♪

[birds chirping]

[ominous music]

♪♪

♪♪

What's that?

I found a crashed crate

in the woods.

[sniffles]

I think they're dropping

those from planes.

The Occupation?

[shudders]

Get warm.

Shouldn't have accused you

of walking me into a trap.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realize

you knew that word.

I just--

I've had some bad experiences.

Guy I followed

after the Arrival

turned out to be

in it for himself.

One of my crew members

tried to kill me.

You don't have to explain.

[solemn music]

Just had to be sure.

♪♪

So you trust me now?

♪♪

Yeah.

♪♪

I trust you too.

♪♪

Damn it!

[indistinct chatter on radio]

[suspenseful music]

♪♪

Oh, God.

Ow!

[groans]

Oh.

No!

[groans]

♪♪

[foreboding music]

That's weird.

♪♪

Be ready.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪