All language subtitles for Silo.S02E08.The.Book.of.Quinn.2160p.ATVP.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.DV.HDR.H.265-NTb

Fuck.

Come on.

Okay.

Oh, come on.

Come on.

This seat taken?

No.

Please, sit.

You are one brave man.

How's that?

We mostly use Maeve's biscuits
for counterweights.

Two friends of mine lost teeth
trying to bite into them.

My wife's always trying to get me
to chew my food more.

It was good exercise.

So, what are you gonna do now?

I'll do what I can to get some answers.

Down here?

- Are you even sheriff anymore?
- Until I'm told otherwise.

So basically, you're hiding out?

No.

Maybe.

Well, in the meantime,
why don't you do something useful?

Help us.

As far as the Pact allows.

I got a question for you.

What does the Pact say about people
who stab someone in the heart

and try to pin it on others?

- I need proof that--
- Give me a fucking break.

You know it'll never be proven.

The mayor and Sims,
they'll be laughing their heads off

at your pitiful attempt
to bring them to justice.

While Walker, Knox and I
swing from the bridge to Judicial.

The Founders established a process,

- a due process.
- The Founders?

Have you ever considered
that the Founders,

whoever the fuck they were,

were lying through their teeth
about everything?

No.

No.

If we don't respect the order of things,
then it all falls apart.

The Pact is what we have.

Those are the words we live by.

There comes a time you need to stand up
and call bullshit.

All right.

Hey, who the fuck are you?

Lukas Kyle.

The shadow to the head of IT.

Holland doesn't have a shadow.

Meaning you can fuck off.

- Oh, no. I have a--
- Hey, that was us being nice.

Do you want it to go the other direction?

It's blue.

Yeah, I know colors.

What are you doing here?

Mayor Holland asked me to find something
in the judge's apartment.

- What?
- I can't tell you.

Judge Sims ordered us to pack everything
and bring it to Judicial.

I don't know what you're gonna tell him,

but I need to be alone.

Now.

So what are you gonna do?
Saw your way up again?

No, we're gonna go late.

Up the far side, in those chairs
Jules and Coop used on the generator.

And somehow,

by breaking into Medical Supply
without getting noticed,

without getting your asses burned,
you'll magically make things okay?

We're running low on everything, Walk.

We're down to tearing up rags
for bandages,

using rotgut for anesthesia.

If your daughter were here,

she'd tell these knuckleheads

they're insane
to go through with this plan.

- Can you come up with a better idea?
- Damn right I can.

You don't need to get to Supply
to get bandages.

You need to get McLain back,
so she can get bandages.

Getting McLain out of detention is 200%
more difficult than breaking into Supply.

I don't give a shit about the odds.

We should at least try.

She sacrificed herself
for our sorry asses.

That should count for something.

- Of course it does. But--
- Don't give me any fucking buts.

You go ahead and do this thing,

get yourselves arrested or maybe killed.

And guess what?

McLain's still locked up,
and we're doubly fucked.

Walk, it's just that we have
to go about this--

Do you know what?
Get the hell out of my shop.

Go play your stupid game someplace else.
I got real work to do.

- Come on, Walk!
- You heard me. Out.

We all know how much McLain
means to you, Walk.

Go!

You gotta be kidding.

Two of my men
were boxing up Meadows's apartment

when Lukas Kyle, that little shit you
and I sent to the mines, barges in,

flashes his new blue ID,

says he's there on Bernard's behalf.

What's he doing?

I don't know.

And even if I did, I couldn't tell you.

Last I looked, you work for Judicial.

And since I am Judge Sims,
that means you work for me.

Come on, Rob.

When you had my job,

did you report to Judge Meadows,

other than on paper?

Walk!

Wait. Hey, stop.

- Where are you going?
- None of your business.

Actually, it is.

'Cause if you're going more
than ten levels, you need protection.

I had a message on my computer.

They shut down messaging.

Well, they opened it up for me.

Who did?

Groundwater Removal.

There's a request for a service call.

The pump on 90 isn't working.

Last time I overhauled that,
you were still in diapers.

Walk, it's a trap.

I'm guaranteed safe passage.

For someone who they said is connected
to a conspiracy to murder the judge?

They said pump maintenance
supersedes everything.

I still think it's a trap.

Well, if they throw me in a cell,
maybe they'll put me in with Carla.

At least I'll have a few hours away
from all of you and your stupid plans.

- What?
- I have some questions.

Good for you.

No, no.

Look, tell your boss he'll have his wool
before the next cleaning, okay?

Okay. Ma'am,
this has nothing to do with wool.

It's about something of vital importance
to the Silo.

You mean like wool?

It's about Salvador Quinn.

Don't know anyone by that name.

Okay, well,
does Terrance Penbrook live here?

That's my father-in-law,
but he's up at the farms right now so...

Okay. Well, your father-in-law
is a direct descendant

- of Salvador--
- Who's there, Josey?

He's from IT.

Says he needs to talk to you
about Salvador Quinn.

What do you need to know about that
fucking bastard you don't know already?

Sir, could I just come in? It--

No, I gotta see to the sheep.
I'm already late.

Sir, I don't think
you got a close look at this,

at what color it is.

You want to be hauled upstairs
for an official interrogation?

Thank you.

You make the wool for the cleanings, huh?

Yes, sir. Four generations.

Brandon here will be the fifth.

Of course, we do more than that.

We also make blankets,
mostly for Up-Toppers.

What do you want?

There's property that's missing
from the archives in IT,

property which Mr. Quinn
took without authority

and that we believe
is still in his descendants' possession.

Don't know anything about that.

No.

No papers...

relics...

- books?
- Books?

All the books were destroyed
in the rebellion.

And why the hell would we keep
anything of his anyway?

The name "Salvador Quinn" has brought
this family only shame and dishonor.

I believe you and I wish that
that were enough,

but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to call
for a Judicial search team.

- What? No, we don't have anything.
- Hey, just a minute.

Okay, well, then maybe you should
just do a thorough search to make sure.

I'm gonna get a coffee
and then I'll be back.

Oh, come on. We don't have anything.

Hey!

Can I give you some advice?

Sir, as I explained to you--

You haven't had that badge very long,
have you?

I see you trying so hard
to be a tough guy,

but it ain't you.

Real tough guys,

they hardly say anything at all.

We don't talk about Salvador Quinn.

My family got rid of that name
a long time ago.

Okay.

Do you know why we make the wool
for the cleanings?

No, why?

140 years and we are still trying
to make up

for being related to the man
who almost destroyed the Silo.

Quinn's legacy of failure continues.

His family were no help.

Salvador Quinn was not a failure.

He let the rebels erase the servers
and burn the books.

That's what we've been taught,
but it's not the truth.

Salvador Quinn saved the Silo.

Before him, there were rebellions
every 20 years or so.

And every rebellion risked
the opening of the air lock

and the death of 10,000 people.

Quinn realized that part of the problem

was that people knew
about the rebellions that had come before,

so he came up with a radical solution:
sever the Silo from its history.

He cut off access to the servers,

confiscated the books,

then blamed the rebels.

Then how did no one know that
that's what he'd done?

- Surely there was someone--
- He put something in the water.

A chemical compound.

A drug to make us forget.

Not all at once.

Over the course of weeks
and months and years.

And the consequence of this...

was 140 years of peace.

Until now.

Holy shit.

That tastes like my brother's armpit.

I won't ask how you know
what your brother's armpits taste like,

but you still need to drink it.

What's in it anyway?

It's an old recipe passed down
from generation to generation

since maybe even the before times.

You and your husband seem to know
a lot about the before times.

How's that?

He showed me that page...

with all the trees...

all the green.

What did you think of it?

It was something.

Yeah, it was something.

Hey!

I don't know where you are
and I don't care, okay?

But the man you took has something I need.

Stop!

The man you took
has something that I need!

- I killed him--
- What?

And I'll kill you too
if you don't go away.

No. Listen, let me talk to him please.

I warned you.

Hi there, stranger.

Camille.

Coffee, when you
get a chance, please. Black.

Sure thing.

So, you must be in the deep of it.

Burning both ends.

Pretty much 24/7.

Tough on Marcy, I'll bet.

Yeah, I know all about those hours.

Wasn't easy wondering
when Rob was coming home.

If he was gonna come home.

Marcy doesn't complain too much.

I remember when you two
came over for dinner.

You were just dating.

Yeah, I knew right then
she was made of strong stuff.

That she is.

You know that was the first time
Rob ever asked one of his agents over?

And now what?
You already have a child on the way.

Due in two months.

That is wonderful.

A blessing.

And yet, I'm afraid for our children.

- I'm not sure I follow.
- Things are out of control.

You more than anyone can see that.

We're gonna have everything
sorted out soon.

It's those damn greasers
from down deep that--

They're not making things any easier.

But isn't the real problem in IT?

No, I don't think so.

The mayor's new shadow is some guy

who a minute ago was busting rocks
in the mines

and we're seconds
from an all-out rebellion.

- Bernard knows what he's doing.
- I hope so, but people are having doubts.

On all levels, not just the lower ones.

I'm just doing my job,
like your husband's just doing his.

We're all gonna die if we're not careful.

My husband has the best interests
of the Silo in his heart.

You have to believe that.

He needs you to find out
what Bernard's shadow is up to.

Even if I were to help...

- if Bernard were to find out--
- One thing.

One thing is all he's asking.

- Track Lukas Kyle.
- I swore an oath, Camille.

Like we all did. Judge Sims included.

You didn't just swear an oath to one man.

You swore it to the Silo.

And right now, the Silo needs your help.

I have to go.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Mayor.

I heard the pump needs fixing.

Not anymore.

That was easy.

I heard you wanted to see me.

What gave you that idea?

You turned your camera back on,
for one thing.

That...

That was a mistake.

Well, see, I took it as an invitation.

To what? To shoot the shit,
'cause we're such good buddies and all?

All that, yes.

But what I was really hoping for
was the chance to negotiate.

Come on.

I tried eating the fruit off this tree.

Bitter as shit.

Guess it fits,
since my old man was a nasty bastard.

I ran a track-and-trace on Lukas Kyle.

I appreciate that very much.

He went from Judge Meadows's place
to an apartment in lower-mids

occupied by Terrance Penbrook.

- Then he went to Bernard's office.
- What was he doing?

Looking for something. A book.

Belonged to Salvador Quinn.

- What book?
- I don't know.

I don't think he knows.

Where is he now?

On the stairs, headed down.

Well, let me know
where he is when he gets--

No.

And stop sending your wife
asking for favors.

I did this for you, Judge Sims,
this one time...

'cause I owe you that.

But we are done.

She's a stubborn one, your McLain.

And then some.

But detention isn't easy for most,

especially someone her age.

I don't know how long she can hold out.

So, let her go.

- Well--
- No, I'm serious.

What are you doing messing around
with a couple of old ladies

who just happened to be
in the wrong place at the wrong time?

Come now.

You know very well that is not the case.

Well, I'm guessing
if you really knew something,

you wouldn't need
to dick around like this.

I think you don't know what to do
or where to start

and you're just taking shots in the dark
and hoping you'll hit something.

I'm trying to save the Silo, Martha.

And I am forced to go
to any lengths to do it.

Well, bully for you.

What Mechanical is doing,
to put it bluntly, will get us all killed.

So you say.

I do say, and I also say
that before I let that happen,

your wife will suffer more pain

than she ever thought could exist
in this life.

She won't die

but she will be pleading to the Founders
to let her die.

Please don't.

Not to be overly dramatic,

but her life is in your hands.

What do you want?

If I had someone
that could tell me in advance

just what it is your little band of rebels
is planning,

then I might have a shot
of getting things back to normal.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Where's Claire?

- Asleep.
- Damn, it's that late already?

Everything okay?

No, actually.

What?

What happened?

I took some food to Patrick Kennedy today.

Okay.

You showed him a page from a book
made in the before times.

Is that true?

I should have known
he couldn't keep it to himself.

Is it true?

- Yes.
- And you show it to him and not me?

I shouldn't have shown it to anyone

but I needed to convince him
to tell me what he need--

I don't care why!

Why would you hold back
on sharing something

- as important as that with me?
- Because it's dangerous.

I don't care how dangerous it is!

Is it true...

that there was a world outside
that was beautiful?

Show it to me.

- Kathleen, you--
- Show it to me!

There is a whole book of pictures.

People.

Sky.

Animals.

Children.

What happened, Paul?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know what to do, baby. I...

I don't know what to do.

I need to apologize for before.

I'm trying to find out something
and it is very important, but...

it doesn't excuse how I acted.

The truth is I'm a kid from the lower-mids

and I got lucky getting this job
and a fancy ID.

And...

I made the mistake of thinking
maybe I'm something special,

but I'm not.

Not by a long shot.

Salvador Quinn, he's special.

- He was a hero.
- I knew it.

Don't lie to us, son.

Sir, I wish I could tell you how I know,
but I can't.

And it might be hard for you to trust me,
given what an asshole I was before.

But I am telling you, he saved the Silo.

When Judge Meadows visited us,
she tried to tell us the same thing.

Judge Meadows came here?

When?

Years ago. Before Brandon was born.

I think before she became Judge.

What did she want?

Books.

Same as you.

Didn't care if they were relics.

Said we wouldn't get into any trouble.

She had a blue ID, like you.

Said she'd be willing to make an exchange.

- And you--
- Brandon.

What were the books you traded for these?

Just one.

An old copy of the Pact.

It was Quinn's.

At least, his name was on the inside.

That's it, huh?

That's all she wanted.

Never saw her again.

Is it true she was murdered
by a couple of Mechanicals?

That's what they say.

I don't know.

Thank you.

Take solace in knowing
that 10,000 of your fellow citizens

will be grateful for your co-operation.

Can I see her now?

Of course.

A deal's a deal.

This is it.

Come on.

Here.

- Ben, you hit the meds.
- Got it.

Sarah, you hit the ba--

What have you done to her?

It's more what she's done to herself.

Carla!

Carla!

She can't hear you.

I said that you could see her,
and now you have.

- What?
- You can see she's alive.

And if you want it to stay that way,

you'll continue to be my eyes and ears
in the Down Deep.

What happened to a deal's a deal?

I will make you this promise.

No harm will come to her
if you continue to co-operate.

And, once this mess is all cleaned up,

you will be reunited
with your true love once again.

You are quite the bastard, aren't you?

Yes or no?

Yes, damn it.

- Yes.
- Good.

And...

it's not like I don't trust you...

Actually, I don't.

But there will be eyes and ears
in the Down Deep

that will make sure
that you keep your end of the bargain.

And I also need you
to turn your camera back on.

And until this is over,
you will stay in your workshop.

Okay.

Fuck!

Proceed...

20 pa-pa-pac... 20 pace...

20 paces for-for... Forward.

Proceed 20 paces forward, then two.

Page 99.

Come on.

Come on, Lukas.

"If you've gotten this far,
you already know the game is rigged."

You kicked my agents
out of this apartment.

- What's in the bag?
- You can't touch me.

I'm Bernard Holland's shadow.

You have no idea what I can do.

The Pact.

Mayor Holland asked me to bring it to him.

Why?

It belonged to her.

I don't pretend to know
what's in Bernard's mind,

as far as you're concerned.

But whatever it is, you should know,
once he gets what he needs from you,

he'll throw you back to the mines.

Sometime soon, you're gonna need a friend.

A friend like you?

You might think you know what he wants.

I thought I did.

But he'll always be four moves
ahead of you.

Watch yourself.

That's my advice.

Thank you.

Now, if you don't mind, I gotta go.

Your mother, she works in hospice on 85,
isn't that right?

I'm just guessing she'd hate
to have her son as a patient.

How'd it go?

Everything okay with the pump?

Burnt out capacitor.

It could have been worse.

Couldn't be worse down here.

We should have listened to you, Walk.

- What about?
- Breaking into Supply.

They caught 'em.

Teddy and his team got arrested.

Anybody killed?

Honestly, we don't know.

It's possible,
but we can't get any information.

Shit.

Knox and I aren't sure
how the raiders found out.

You know, there's gotta be someone
down here, a snitch.

You know, we thought we were careful,
but I guess not.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm just tired.

It's a long walk.

I don't think I'll be up for that again.

Did you see something?

People freaking the fuck out.

Raiders on every level,
armed to the teeth,

waiting for someone
to make the wrong move.

- That's it?
- Yeah. That's not enough for you?

Look, I'm sorry, I'm just beat.

- Can I get you something?
- No, I'm just...

Look, I just need a rest, okay?

Thank you.

Okay.

Well...

- You know where to find me.
- Always.

Hey!

Wait! Wai--

No!

Hey!

I already put one arrow in your shoulder.

One more move and this one
goes straight into your heart.