All language subtitles for Colony-S3_E6-The Emerald City

Your responses are being

closely monitored

so it's important that you

answer truthfully.

Who is your favorite

U.S. president?

I always liked Bill Clinton.

The guy could step in shit

and still smell good.

No one could ever take

that guy down.

You can have anything

in the world.

What would it be?

I guess I can't wish

for more wishes?

I guess I always wanted

to drive a Mercedes.

Christ, a Mercedes?

Who is this guy?

Um... Evan Hazeldine.

He's a state administrator

and law school graduate.

Which one?

Um, "The People's College

of Law."

That's a real thing?

He failed the Bar

three times.

You've reached a position

of some power.

Your former fiancée

comes to you

because she's

under investigation,

and wants your help.

Is this a hypothetical

former fiancée?

No.

How do you know about her?

Does it matter?

If you lie,

the interview is over.

And your candidacy

with the Institute

for Global Advancement

ends here.

I wouldn't help her.

[computer beeps]

Um, they approved him.

What?

Which grouping is he in?

Delta 11.

[sighs]

You approved that loser?

[sighs]

His in-person interview

supported the algorithm's

classification.

He should be confined

to a cubicle somewhere,

not governing a bloc.

You're applying my

algorithm incorrectly.

Your algorithm's perfect,

Mr. Kynes.

That's why they've

partnered with you.

The algorithm is meaningless

if you don't apply it

as it was designed.

The Institute wasn't

interested

in your application method.

What they were interested in

is your algorithm's

uncanny ability

to specifically classify

the human population.

What we do with them

is our business.

[dramatic music]

Please bring in

the next candidate.

♪♪

He's a bureaucrat, Ev.

He's an idiot.

♪♪

They're courting disaster

if they keep running

things like this.

Yeah, well.

What can we do?

♪♪

Are you still

up on the network?

How long would it take you

to download it?

-Which part?

-The whole thing.

♪♪

Well, now we're talking

7 billion records,

so I'd have to get up

on a hard line,

but probably 16, 18 hours.

Could you do it

without being detected?

Come on.

I want the whole database

collated and sorted.

You got it.

♪♪

[dramatic music]

♪♪

[sighs]

I trust the bath amenities

were to your liking, sir?

Uh...

Big upgrade

from my previous setup.

Would you like to see

the rest of the chalet,

or are you hungry?

You cook too?

I handle all

the household tasks, sir.

Mm! Mm!

How is the meal, sir?

I've got to warn you, Julien.

It's been a long time

since I've been in love.

I wasn't expecting visitors.

The car is yours, sir.

So that means

I can drive it?

[engine turns over]

[engine revving]

Chief Minister Goldwyn

to see you, sir.

Helena, I wasn't

expecting you.

Unannounced drop-in.

I wanted to make sure

that you were relaxing.

Are you happy

with your accommodations?

A significant understatement.

I have a Julien.

I figured this

would bore you.

I could never be bored

being safe, warm, and dry.

Well, there's plenty of work

for you when you're ready.

I'm done, Helena.

Everything I could want

is right here.

I'm not going back.

Good for you.

There is a cocktail party

at the Chancellor's estate

this afternoon.

You should at least get

to know your neighbors.

I'll have to check

my calendar.

I'll send a car.

I already have one.

[door closes]

[car approaches]

She's exhausted, Will.

We can't stop.

There was a sign for a town

up the road that way.

Maybe we should check it out.

[labored breathing]

How's it feel?

It hurts.

Worse than before?

Well, changing the bandage

should help.

[sighs]

I found some water.

Okay.

How we doing?

Good.

We should check

the other houses.

See what supplies

we can find.

[engine grinding]

Come on, damn it.

[engine grinding]

-Come on!

-Why won't it start?

Because of the way

gasoline's refined.

It breaks down pretty quick.

So all the cars are dead?

Keep your eye out

for a diesel one.

-Diesel?

-Different kind of fuel.

Lasts longer.

We'll find one that works.

We just gotta keep looking,

okay?

Stay here and rest.

I found some Neosporin.

Expired?

Only recently.

It should still be good.

Yeah, that's good.

Anything else?

It's empty.

[dramatic music]

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♪♪

Mom, Dad.

♪♪

Maybe that's

where everyone went.

There'll be cabins

in the Olympic Mountains.

Fresh water,

plenty of fish and game.

Just like Big Bear.

Come on, we gotta use

what daylight we have left.

♪♪

[upbeat lounge music]

♪♪

Alan, I'm glad you made it.

I might even stay

if they have more of these.

[glass tinkling]

Everyone, a moment.

I would like to take this time

to introduce you to someone.

Now, you've all heard

the legend

of the insurgent camp

in Region Eight.

Well, the hero behind its

demise is here with us tonight.

Alan Snyder.

I knew that Alan was talented

when I recruited him

to run a bloc

in the Los Angeles Colony.

But what I did not know was

that he was also

a gifted double agent.

To Alan.

-[all] To Alan.

-[chuckles]

Enjoy the party.

Oh, hi, how are you?

Once inside, I identified

a rift in the leadership.

Over time, I was able

to exploit it.

And turn them

against each other.

What are you going to do now?

Enjoy my victory lap.

You're in a very rare

and enviable position,

but your next choice

is very critical--

Mr. Snyder.

Sabine Arnaud, Chief Counsel

for the Global Authority.

Oh, uh, Alan.

A pleasure.

You've demonstrated your

talent at an opportune time.

Did I?

The recent ambush

has left our Hosts reeling.

My group is in a pressing need

for people with your skill set.

I want you to keep me abreast

of your future plans.

And abreast I shall keep you.

♪♪

Enjoying the party?

Sounds like I missed

quite a bit

while I was away.

Well, we certainly

aren't experiencing

one of the occupation's

better moments.

Which is why there is plenty

of opportunity at play.

The good old boys club

is foundering here.

And the oligarchy is searching

for new, fresh ideas

wherever they can find them.

I think I'm fresh

out of ideas.

Hm. Well.

Just think about it.

[indistinct chatter]

[labored breathing]

[dramatic music]

♪♪

Come on over.

How you feeling?

I'm cold.

All right, extra

blanket's yours, then.

Car was ditched on the road,

it didn't start,

I thought maybe

we could use this.

I also found a bunch of these.

They were all over the ground.

They must have been air

dropped or something.

It says they've got

medicine, food, shelter,

jobs, everything.

And that they're taking

in anyone who comes.

Why would a colony be

advertising to take people in?

LA had overcrowding issues

from the go.

I don't know, Dad.

But it says that it's

a new kind of colony,

and that it's safe there.

Yeah, I heard

that one before.

[animals calling]

What if they really do have

all these things?

The Occupation's always had

a good advertising department.

What's the real plan then,

Dad?

No colonies!

[dramatic music]

Mom?

♪♪

Everybody's tired.

We should sleep.

I'll keep watch.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[thud]

Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up! Go!

Come on, wake up!

Come on!

Leave it! Leave it!

Come on!

[dramatic music]

[drone whirring]

[drone footsteps]

[sonic blast]

[drone footsteps]

[drone footsteps]

[sonic blast]

What's happening?

They're herding us.

[footsteps]

Chief Minister Goldwyn, sir.

Good morning, Helena.

Care to learn about

the fascinating history

of the British Empire?

What did you think

of the party?

It was very nice.

But you didn't invite me there

just to show me a good time.

You've earned a good time.

Uh-huh.

And?

The situation may be a little

more dire than I let on.

The labor shortages

that we're facing,

we have never seen

anything like it.

The Hosts had originally

calculated years,

perhaps even a decade

before the enemy fleet

caught up with them.

The estimate has now

dwindled to months.

Maybe less.

And what's the strategy now?

Rendition

the problem colonies

to fix the immediate supply

issues,

and then reboot those colonies.

The Seattle Protocol.

See?

You can't stay away from this.

I was just keeping up my side

of the conversation.

I need to issue

rendition orders

for the Santa Monica

and San Fernando blocs,

but their proxies

are resisting me.

Lee and Fleming?

Tell those idiots too bad.

I need their votes.

Politically,

I've developed a reputation

for being a bit unilateral.

Tough position.

I hope you can sway them.

It's something, isn't it?

That one algorithm

selected everyone

in both the local

and global authorities?

But as extraordinary

as that was,

there was one thing that

Everett Kynes didn't calculate:

Human adaptability.

The world changed radically

after the invasion.

And people had to change

and adapt to meet it.

Some did more than others.

Your ceiling was supposed

to be bloc governor.

But here you are, the toast

of the Global Authority.

You beat the algorithm.

You demonstrated that

you are more than your sum.

[dramatic music]

It would be a tragic

waste of talent

for you to stop your rise here.

♪♪

Uh, I know we met,

but I don't think we were ever

properly introduced.

Elan.

And what's your role

in the Global Authority, Elan?

VGA liaison to the

Transitional Authority

in Region Seven.

Region Seven is, uh--what?

Latin America?

North Africa.

That must be

interesting work.

Not as interesting

as your work at the camp.

I'd love to hear about it.

Well, there's not much to say

that hasn't been said already.

It must have been satisfying

not only to see

those terrorists

reap their punishment,

but to know that you had

a direct hand in it.

It was very violent.

Tell me about it.

What do you want to hear?

Any details you're willing

to share.

[lounge music]

♪♪

[scoffs]

Hang in there, Gracie.

[whimpering]

I think she's going septic.

We have to take her

to Seattle.

No!

She'll die too, if we don't.

If we walk in there,

that's it for you and me.

They'll ID us and arrest us.

I don't care.

I don't care!

You have to be okay

with this too.

Maybe they won't know

who we are...

Or maybe we can change

our names again.

No.

We can't go into this on hope.

I know.

[gasps]

[computer chimes]

[line trilling]

Uh, Julien?

Yes, sir?

I didn't wake you up, did I?

Of course not, sir.

Any chance you could wrangle

an IGA incident report for me?

[dramatic music]

♪♪

♪♪

[phone beeping]

♪♪

This is Alan Snyder.

I need to speak

with Helena Goldwyn.

Wake her up.

[heavy breathing]

Hey, I'm Will.

Uh, Jim.

Where you guys headed?

Seattle.

Us too.

Our daughter's very sick.

What's wrong with her?

Broken arm.

It's infected.

She's not gonna make it

if we go on foot.

I mean, you can see

we don't have room.

I'm at the end

of my rope, Jim.

I tell you what.

Let me drop them off,

I'll come back for you.

I won't be half a day.

She might not have

that kind of time.

We can take her.

They're supposed to have great

medical care in Seattle.

We could have her there

in a couple of hours.

Let my wife come with you.

There's not room for that.

Your oldest,

she can stay with us.

We'll take good care of her.

-I--

-We're not bargaining here.

We're sorry about your

daughter, we really are.

And you're welcome to take

our generous offer.

Otherwise, we need to move on.

We need the car.

[dramatic music]

You can take all your supplies.

We'll leave the car for you

outside the city.

♪♪

You know I can't do that.

But she's gonna die

if we don't.

♪♪

Jim, drive.

-Okay--

-Drive the goddamn car!

[gunshot]

♪♪

Get out, all of you.

♪♪

All right, do what he says.

Do what he says!

I told you not to stop!

♪♪

Take what you want.

♪♪

All right.

♪♪

Get Gracie in the back.

♪♪

I'm sorry.

♪♪

Proxies, welcome to Davos!

May I?

Table for three?

I brought wine.

Alan, so glad to see

you're alive and well.

Come on, Tony, you're a

better liar than that. Cheers!

Hey, congratulations

on your success

at the Resistance camp.

We live in a time

of unlikely heroes.

Speaking of which,

I have brought the both of you

an opportunity to cover

yourselves in glory.

Is that so?

Give the Chief Minister

the vote she needs,

and surrender your blocs

for total rendition.

[laughter]

I see the IGA's hero is

still carrying Helena's water.

You would keep your fife

following the rendition.

You would just inherit

new subjects.

Along with a view of

that new factory

they want to build downtown.

You want a factory

as close to your colony

as you can get it,

because those are

the only sites the RAPs

will be protecting

when their enemies do show up.

It also makes us a target.

It's a double-edged sword,

to be sure.

I've got everything I need

in Santa Monica.

And no snow.

What about you, Proxy Lee?

I always took you

for the smart one.

If they need to staunch

the labor shortage then,

I'll discuss

the rendition order.

But Helena has to find

another location

in Region Eight

for her factory.

I feel compelled to admit

I haven't been entirely

truthful with you.

Waiter?

You see, this meeting

wasn't a negotiation.

It was

a professional courtesy.

Can you please invite

my friends to join us?

[dramatic music]

♪♪

These are the two gentlemen

who need to be questioned.

What the hell is this?

Questioned about what?

I spent a long time embedded

with the Resistance,

talked to a lot of people.

I was very surprised

to learn how both of you

had been so sympathetic

to their cause!

-What?

-Yes, Proxies Lee and Fleming,

I took detailed notes.

♪♪

I didn't want to do this,

not to two former colleagues,

but I had no choice.

I gave a full briefing

to the Security Directorate.

-This is bullshit!

-This is a setup!

♪♪

Unfortunately, treason

is a hard stink to get rid of.

Especially here.

♪♪

[engine dies]

How we doing,

Gracie-girl?

[whimpers]

Where are we?

We're close,

but we're gonna have to walk

the rest of the way.

[dramatic music]

I got you.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[dramatic music]

♪♪

Hey, help!

I need your help!

Please, my sister's

very badly hurt.

What's wrong with her?

Broken arm. We reset it,

but it's infected.

I need a rapid response team

at the Eastern ingress.

-How old is she?

-She's 11. Her name is Grace.

Okay, help is coming.

Grace is 11 years old.

She has a broken left arm,

and might be septic!

♪♪

Okay, baby.

Careful, careful, careful!

[ragged breathing]

Hang in there, baby.

Hang in there.

We're here.

We're here.

You're safe.

Hey, they need to take her

to the medical tent, okay?

♪♪

-Let them take her.

-Okay.

♪♪

You can see Grace

after they stabilize her, okay?

Okay? Come with me.

♪♪

I'm Iris, your advocate.

I'm going to see that you are

placed in a home that offers

the best fit for your family.

Okay?

Can we start with your names?

Dalton.

James, Laura, and Sean.

Okay,

and let's not forget Grace.

And where are the Daltons from?

Riverside, California.

[tablet clicking]

Now, I just need to snap

some photos of you.

We'll get beauty shots later.

[tablet clicks]

All right.

So this is your intake tent,

number 306.

One of you should be here

at all times,

in case we need

to speak with you

or update you.

The camp is pretty well-marked,

so you can find your way

to wash facilities

and ration stations.

And how do we get

updates on Gracie?

They know to come to me

as soon as there's news.

She's in really good hands.

Thank you.

In the meantime, I'm gonna

get your case opened,

so we can start processing you.

♪♪

Why don't you, um--

Why don't you go see if

you can find us some food

and maybe a change of clothes,

and we'll wait here

for news on Gracie.

[dramatic music]

Okay.

♪♪

♪♪

[PA chimes]

Clusters C and D

are now departing

through the South Gate.

If you've received

your transfer papers,

please report there now.

They have tons

of food and water.

Places we can clean up

and change too.

I saw the administration tents.

They have computers and cameras

and everything.

This place is wired.

And they could easily find out

who we really are.

There's a good chance

they already know.

If they come for us,

you have to look

after your sister.

I can't--I don't want to.

[dramatic music]

None of us wanted any of this.

♪♪

You two are all we have left.

♪♪

Promise us you'll do this.

♪♪

I'll take care of her.

♪♪

-You had them arrested?

-I did.

You said that you were taking

them to dinner.

It needed to be public.

Lee and Fleming

have an alliance.

They have friends all

over the IGA.

Which is why I was

in this particular situation.

Who's going to dare to back

a couple of bloc governors

who were just accused

of treason

by the IGA's golden boy?

I've worked with them

a long time, Alan.

Well, you don't anymore.

[dramatic music]

♪♪

At this level of the game,

you need a fixer

with a mailed fist,

not a velvet glove.

I thought you'd retired.

I decided I didn't want

to sit around,

listening to the voices in my

head for the rest of my life.

♪♪

It's good news.

Grace has been stabilized.

She has a really bad infection,

but she should recover

just fine.

Thank God!

I need you to come

with me now, Mr. Dalton.

[dramatic music]

Why?

For an interview.

♪♪

♪♪

Have a seat.

♪♪

Your name, for the record?

James Dalton.

Why did you come to Seattle,

Mr. Dalton?

♪♪

Asylum.

Don't be nervous.

I know you've been

through a lot.

We're just

establishing a profile,

so that we can find

the best placement

for you and your family.

♪♪

Need some water?

♪♪

Did you have a job

before the Arrival?

♪♪

-Yeah.

-What was it?

Auto mechanic.

A little bit of construction.

I'm good with my hands.

I'd like to run you

through something

that's kind of like an IQ test,

if that's okay with you,

Mr. Dalton.

♪♪

Okay.

[Iris] As you can see,

you're being filmed,

and all of your answers

are being monitored,

so it's important

that you answer truthfully.