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[birds chirping]

[gunfire]

[panting]

[dramatic music]

♪♪

[engines whooshing]

♪♪

[breathing heavily]

♪♪

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.

[shushes]

[grinding]

♪♪

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.

[dramatic music]

♪♪

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.

[laughs]

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.

[sighs]

[murmuring]

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.

[indistinct chatter]

[door opens]

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.

[scoffs]

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?

[somber music]

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.

[chuckles]

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.

♪♪

[sighs]

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?

[sighs]

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.

[thumping, door opens]

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?

[shouting]

What the hell is that?

[shouting]

[dramatic music]

[shouting continues]

♪♪

Traitor!

[shouting continues]

Look who I found.

♪♪

[grunts]

♪♪

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.

[gun cocks]

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.

-[clicks]

-[grunts]

Jesus!

Son of a bitch!

-[grunts]

-[chamber spins]

♪♪

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.

[grunts]

-Stop, stop!

-[groans]

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.

[door opens]

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.

-[scoffs] 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

that you should weigh

the consequences.

If you destroy that thing,

they're going to retaliate.

Like Dallas?

[dramatic music]

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.

♪♪

[door opens]

♪♪

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?

♪♪

[soft whirring]

♪♪

What happened in Dallas?

♪♪

[vibrating]

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.

[door closes]

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?

[sighs]

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...

[sighs]

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.

MacGregor 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?

[dark music]

[sighs]

[scoffs]

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.

♪♪

[static]

♪♪

[gunfire]

♪♪

What did you do?

I remembered who I was.

♪♪

[door opens]

-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.

[dramatic music]

♪♪

[quietly] Will...

-Did you know that--

-[grunts]

[coughs]

-Get up.

-[groans]

Get up.

Move.

[grunts and coughs]

♪♪

No, get off me!

No!

♪♪

[groans]

♪♪

[screeching]

[all shouting]

[screeching]

[all screaming]

[screeching stops,

high-pitched ringing]

[gunfire]

Help!

[gunfire]

Let us out!

[gunfire]

Get to the woods.

Out the back.

[indistinct shouting]

-Go!

-This way!

[gunfire]

♪♪

[screams]

[gunfire]

♪♪

[grunts]

[screams]

Hey, you're okay.

You're okay.

It hurts.

[crying]

-[grunts]

-Will, the kids.

-Will.

-Let's go.

[gunfire, indistinct shouting]

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.

-[grunts]

[tense music]

♪♪

Hey, we gotta go that way.

Okay?

Run.

As fast as you can.

[yelps]

[breathing heavily]

There she is.

Gracie!

Come here, baby!

I got you.

[grunts]

Charlie!

-Charlie!

-Bram, she's hurt!

Charlie, run!

Charlie!

Charlie!

Charlie!

No!

No!

-No, no!

-Charlie!

-Charlie!

-No! No!

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!

-[both crying]

-Come on, Gracie.

[somber music]

[distant gunfire]

Mr. Snyder.

Lieutenant Garland.

You gonna hit me in

the face again? [chuckles]

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.

[laughs]

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.

[dramatic music]

♪♪

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.

[somber music]

♪♪

[sighs]

Let's go.

♪♪

♪♪