02x01 - Eleven.Thirteen

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Colony". Aired: January 2016 to July 2018.*
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"Colony" revolves around a family who must make difficult decisions as they balance staying together with trying to survive. They live in near future L.A., which has been occupied by a force of outside intruders. While some people have chosen to collaborate with the authorities and benefit from the new order, others have rebelled and suffer the consequences.
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02x01 - Eleven.Thirteen

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[bluesy music]



All right, Bram, order's up. Kitchen's closing.

No iPad at the table, please, Charlie sir.

[grumbles]

Thank you.

Good morning.

Breakfast?

I'll get something there.

Daddy, look.

Pretty. Old one or new one?

New one.

Dodgers signed new pitcher.

Guy from Villanova.

Hernando says his slider has starter potential.

Excellent, excellent.

Hey, Dad.

Morning.



What do you think about me coloring this gray?

Um...

[indistinct chatter]

Hey.

How you doing?

You've been on another planet for days now.



It's Devon.



What'd she do?

I'm not sure even I want to know all the details, but it's not good.

Could it blow back on you?

Okay, for real. What did she do?

I think she got her hands dirty.

[inhales deeply] What are your options?

Tell the Bureau what I know or ask out.

Seems easy enough.

I mean, you don't have to make it about her, right?

It's been a few years. You want a change.

[door bell rings, dog barking]

Could be the high road for both of you.

Maybe.

Yeah.

Hey.

We'll figure it out.

Either way.

I know.

I love you.

Love you.

Break a leg.

Hope it doesn't come to that.

Morning.

Morning.

Hey.

Oh. [laughs]

Minnie, I love you too, sweetheart.

[laughs]

[sighs] Ah, good morning, Katie.

Hey, girl.

Morning, smaller Bowmans.

Hey, Devon, you gonna go catch some bad guys today?

Only if your dad doesn't slow me down.

Nice. Are you ready to go?

Hey, don't forget to, uh, pick up Charlie today, huh?

Copy that. See you tonight.

Copy that.

[door closes]

[tense music]



[engine turns over]



There's construction on Olympic.

We should cut over to Colorado.

All right.

Thank you, Hal.

It's Maps, Mom. Who's Hal?

Hal retired. What's next?

[dramatic music]

Now we're in the ocean.

Super weird. I feel dry.

Look.

Oh, my God. You're gonna get us k*lled.



Wh-- Mom, traffic.

I know.



Come on, Maps.

But-- now we're in San Pedro.

That's all right.

I know how to get there the old-fashioned way.

Watch this. I'm amazing.

I've had three brokers tell me that was the best price they could get.

Well, if you're gonna keep the house, then you're gonna be responsible for the payments.

Don't get mad at me.

This is what your lawyer mandated.

I can't do this now. I'm at work.

[indistinct chatter and phone ringing]

Morning, Alan.

Representatives from the textbook publishers are in your office.

Who?

Good morning, Alan.

Good morning.

We are very excited to talk to you.

Who isn't excited about textbooks?

[chuckles]

We aren't here about textbooks.

We're recruiting officers.

We're with an agency called the Institute for Global Advancement.

You're a man of vastly untapped potential, Alan.

Your current employment in no way suits your talents.

You were selected from a pool of tens of thousands of people.

I don't recall applying for anything.

You didn't.

Our clients have an algorithm that pre-selects their clientele for them.

And you happen to be the perfect man for the job.

All right.

You own two properties.

A one-bedroom condominium and a home where you used to live with your wife and your daughter.

You make your alimony payments on time, you help in paying for your daughter's private high school education, and you carry no unsecured debt.

How do you--

You manage all this by making $72,800 a year as a purchasing manager for an unranked secondary education institution.

How do you know all this? Who the hell are you?

You've also managed, over a period of nine years, to divert a large amount of cash from this institution into an account held in the name of your long-deceased paternal uncle, also named Alan Snyder.



You're a fascinating man, Alan.



Alan, even great men make two or three critical mistakes in their lives.

You don't get where I'm sitting by only making two or three mistakes.

It's the choices you make today that will determine your future.

All you have to do is say "yes."

"Yes" to what, exactly?

To meeting our client.

[chuckles]

You been in your house, what, like three years now?

Four.

Since before Gracie went to school.

Oh, sh*t, that's right.

Man, time is flying.

Yeah, it is.

[laughs]

You remember your home inspection being so scary?

I don't.

[exhales]

Everything on that report makes it sound like my bungalow's gonna burst into flames as soon as I close escrow.

[laughs]

[sighs]

"So great you're gonna be a homeowner, Devon.

I'm really happy for you, Devon."

I am happy for you.

What's with you? You've been an assh*le ever since I told you I was gonna buy my place.

How'd you find the money to buy a place in Santa Monica?

What do you mean? [laughs]

I know what I make.

Pretty sure I know what you make.

[chuckles] I've got an uncle who likes me.

Gave me the down payment. Okay?

Okay.

What? You jealous?

[laughs]

I'm requesting a transfer.

You're leaving Los Angeles?

I'm staying in LA.

I'm just gonna ask off the taskforce.

Why?

Because your relationship with the Armenians makes me uncomfortable.

[exhales sharply]

Is there something you want to ask me?

We have relationships with criminals so that we can catch criminals.

I don't wanna know any more than I already do.

What, so you're gonna accuse me of being dirty, but I-I can't defend myself?

I'm not asking you to defend yourself.

I'm just asking for a transfer.

Will, you're-- you're questioning my integrity.

I wanna talk about it.

I don't.

[scoffs]

You're unbelievable.

[cell phone ringing]

Five years we've been working together.

[second cell phone ringing]

[sighs]

That's why I'm having this conversation with you and not the AD.

Bowman.

Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

All right, listen up.



Overnight, seven VIPs went missing in the LA area.

The Deputy Director of Central Intelligence, chief engineers at Lockheed and Boeing, an official with the Defense Nuclear Agency, and three senior m*llitary officers.

Now, it appears that at least three of them were extracted by a militarized entity whose origin, at the present, is unclear.

The others... well, the others are unaccounted for.

Your department heads have your individual assignments.

The goal is to bring these people back home safe.

Can you share any theories as to what this is about, sir?

Unfortunately, we don't know much of anything right now.

We're trying to keep this operation as small as possible until we know more.

We don't want to embarrass the Bureau or create a panic.

Thank you.



Still want to put in for that transfer, or you think you can suffer through another day with me?



[exhales slowly]

[gasps]

Oh, my God. Eric!

You scared the life out of me.

[laughs] Sorry about that.

[crying]

I didn't know you were coming home.

Oh, my goodness.

Unplanned trip.

[exhales]

How's Mom?



She sleeps a lot.

I take her to dialysis Sundays, Tuesdays, and Fridays.

In between, we do small errands.

Grocery store, nail salon, those kinds of things.

Thanks for this.

Well, that's why you pay me the big bucks.

[both chuckle]

Hey, Ma.

I'm home.

[laughs softly]

My... mm.



Go back to sleep.

[sighs]

This is weird, right?

Mm.

Bunch of m*llitary intelligence guys and then engineers?

Who knows?

Some kind of coordinated t*rror1st att*ck, maybe.

Turn here.

I'm doing you a favor, you know.

I'm sure I'll appreciate it someday.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪


I think our VIP's been downgraded from "missing" to "abducted".



Hi, Special Agent Bowman, Special Agent Howard.

FBI.

Whatever that camera sees, it's not telling you anything.

We're here to help you.

If you're FBI, I want to see IDs.

[quietly] Panic room.

What's going on? Are you sure they left?

I'm not coming out until it's safe.


Try to stay calm, Mr. Lawes.

The bad guys missed you. We're here to help.

Our bosses are very interested in a bunch of VIPs that went missing last night.

You were one of them.

If you don't want our help, fine.

Good luck to you. Got plenty of other stuff that we can be doing.

[electronic lock beeps and clicks]

[door creaks open]

[soft dramatic music]



[breathing heavily]

[humming]

Good morning.

[chuckles]

I have 9:00 PM.

Are you jet-lagged?

Thirsty.

Welcome home.

I'm just barely open.

[static over TV]

Sorry, I was hoping for some music.

God, I haven't seen you in an age.

What brings you back to the west?

Better?

[chuckles] Life changes.

I plan to start by wasting a lot more time here.

Good. We're happy to have you.

Thank you for your service.



Can I ask you a personal question?

Depends how personal.

You're a woman with a husband, couple kids.

Why the bar?

Um... purpose?

I grew up watching my mom dedicate her life to being a mother and a wife to a naval officer, and I, uh-- it was important to me that my kids see me as more than that.

Navy, huh?

Didn't know that.

"Not self but country."

This a career crisis we're trying to drown here?



I signed up when I was 19.

Same as all the other hotheads.

Thought I'd go whup ass, bring justice to a place that needed it, you know?

I do. I married one of those hotheads.

How was it for you?

Did my tours, earned my experience.

Then the private sector came calling.



But there weren't any answers there either.

They found Maria, my housekeeper, first.

I snuck into my panic room and watched them search the house for 20 minutes, and then they left.

They must have jammed my 3G radio.

I couldn't get a call out.

What kind of engineer needs a panic room?

Good question.

[sighs]

I'm not supposed to talk about this... but I'm on a list.

What kind of list?

There are about 1,200 people here in the US in the event of a major catastrophe, a nuclear w*r, terrorism, natural disaster, those things, we all get sequestered.

If society ends, we're the ones who are responsible for rebooting it.

[dramatic music]



[indistinct chatter]

[headphones click]

[high-pitched drone]

[dull thrumming]

[breathing slowly]

[discordant dramatic music]



[footsteps approaching]

[dramatic music]



[exhales slowly]

[low-pitched drone]

[breathing heavily]

They're asking you to make a choice, Alan.

It's just the first of many that you'll have to make in your new position.

If you don't feel that you're ready...

[car door opens]
[knocking on door rapidly]

Alan, what're you doing here?

I-I need to talk to you.

You can't just come in here without calling me first.

I-- just listen to me.

You need to pack a bag and go to your mom's.

Wait, no, here we go again. You know what?

The house is mine now, Alan.

I-- that's not what I mean. I mean, you have to get out of Los Angeles and you have to go now.

What are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere.

Just, please, listen to me!

I'm trying to help you!

Dad?

What's going on?

[sighs]

I need you to take a ride with me.

What?

No, no, no, she is not going anywhere either.

Why?

Because I'm your father, and I love you.

Uh, we don't have a lot of time. The Hosts are only able to sequester a tiny percentage of the population.

What the hell are you talking about, Alan?

Okay, so look, I can only bring one person.

Please, Cynthia, just do this for me, okay?

No, no, no.

Stop it, stop it.

Who are these people? What're you-- excuse me?

What're you doing here?

Take my daughter.

What is go-- Excuse me? What're you doing in here?

What?

You are not touching anybody.

Dad, no, you-- Dad!

Get off of my daughter!

Dad, what's going on?

Alan, who are these people?

She stays.

You fricking prick!

What is going on?

Get your hands off of me, you--

You need to stay here.

Are we taking Mom with us?

Just get in the car.

Why are you--

Why-- I don't wanna get in there.

Just get in the car.

I don't--

Satellite's definitely out.

You need to call your service provider.

[sighs] All right.

Thank you for trying.

[cell phone ringing]

Sorry, I need to take this.

Yeah?

Where? - Want another?

Sure.

Copy. I'll be there.

[dramatic music]

Everything okay?

Orders up in a second. Thank you.

If you ever need anything... look me up here.



Thanks for the drinks.

[door opens]

Hey, hold the elevator, please.

Hey, a shitload more people have disappeared all over, so Cormier wants to see you.

[indistinct chatter and phones ringing]



[cell phone ringing]

Hey.

Where are you?

I'm at the Yonk. Why?

Can you pick up the kids and meet me there?



Why? What's going on?

I don't know.

Something. Just get the kids and I'll see you there in a couple hours.

Okay.

We'll check it and be back tomorrow.

No beef.

We were right in the middle of a game.

Hey, Katie. If there's any question, just get rid of it.

Where are you?

Did you see 60 Minutes?

Hundreds of toy brands made in China were found to contain BPAs. It's really scary.

I can help you go through Gracie's stuff.

Listen to me, Maddie.

Um, I just got off the phone with Will.

Something's happening.

Where?

In the city.


Nice and tight. Okay, sweetheart?

How about you grab Rob and Hudson and come meet us?

Rob's on his way to New York.

What's going on?

I don't know, sis, but, uh, how about this, you're gonna stay calm, you're gonna grab Hudson, and you're gonna meet us at the Yonk, okay?

Oh, my God.

Is this, like, September 11th or something?

I mean, Rob's in the air.

Okay, don't panic.

Let's just be on the safe side.

I'll see you soon.



[indistinct chatter and phones ringing]



Can we go talk outside?

Okay.

Hang tight.

We need to get outta here.

Now?

Tell me your survival instinct isn't screaming right now.

They need us.

Whatever's going on out there, a couple of feds aren't going to make a difference.

I can't just walk out of here.

Who's walking out on who?

See you around... partner.

Appreciate that.

I hope you have good news.

We brought in our VIP.

Which one?

Tim Lawes. The Lockheed engineer.

Okay.

Sir, do we have any idea--



[overlapping chatter]

What the hell?



[quietly] sh*t.

Hold on, sweetheart. Hang on, hang on.

[metal crunches]

[tires squealing, metal crunching]

Are you all right?

Yeah.

[indistinct shouting]

Sorry, love.



Hey, you okay?

Come on out, sweetheart.

[car door opens]

Grab your stuff.



Hey, listen to me. I want you to stay close, okay?

Okay. What about Bram?

We're gonna go get him.

Phone's not working. [sighs]

Why have all the cars stopped working?

Watch it, man.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct arguing]



Where is he? Bram?

Mom?

Bram!

Mom, I'm scared.

It's okay, sweetheart.

We're fine. You're just gonna help me look for your brother.

Bram?

Bram?

Bram?

Bram?

Mom?

What are you doing here?

Get your stuff. We gotta go.

Why? It's just a power outage.

Your father called and he asked me to pick you kids up.

Okay, hold on.



Where are we going?

We're gonna get Charlie.

He's two miles away from here, Mom.

How are we gonna get there?

We're gonna have to figure something out.

[crying]

Mom.

Mom!

Oh...

Okay. It's okay.

[continues crying]

It's okay. I got you.

[indistinct chatter]



I'll tell you what. I'll tell you what.

How about we go to the Yonk and we meet your dad, okay?

Okay. We're gonna be all right.

You come with me.



[door knob rattling]

Will.

Is everyone all right?

I couldn't get Charlie.

Daddy.

Every car on the road was dead and we--

It's-- it's okay.

I didn't know what to do.

It's okay. I'll go get him.

How?

We got the mountain bike in the back.

I'll take it.

Okay.

I'll stay here with them.

Bram, Gracie, you do whatever your mother needs, okay?

Stay inside.

Did you call Maddie?

I did call, yeah.

I-I told her to come down here.

Hey.

They'll be here.

What happened out there?

It's some kind of EMP att*ck.

Anything with a circuit got shut down.

Rob was on a plane.

[soft dramatic music]

It's gonna be all right.

I'll see you in the morning.

Okay. Be safe.

[indistinct chatter]

Alan Snyder?

Uh, yes.

One of our Proxies.

Welcome. I'm Helena Goldwyn, the Governor-General's chief-of-staff.

Nice to meet you.

Yes.

I know that this is a lot to process, but you just have to tell yourself that what's happening was inevitable.

It's our job now to ensure that the transition goes as smoothly as possible.

Keep moving. Right this way.

It's a brave new world, Alan, and you're about to be the most powerful man in Hollywood.



Right this way.

Move along, please. Right inside.

[indistinct chatter]

And I need at least three more mags before...

Hey, Brou.

Wierzbowski. Hey, brother.

What do we got?

Some foreign coalition's making a move.

They detonated an EMP in the upper atmosphere a few hours ago.

Contact from SOCOM told us to bunker down here.

The Axis powers rise again right under the nose of our entire defense and intelligence apparatus?

I'm labor, brother. Not management.

[dramatic music]

Smells like sh*t.

We need to get outta here.

What?

Whoever's behind this att*ck knows exactly what they're doing, and we just put every real operator in the city under one roof.

If somebody wants to come down here looking to start some sh*t, they got a world of pain waiting for 'em.

Take care of yourself.

[scoffs]

[suspenseful music]



[rumbling]

[rumbling]

[high-pitched whir]

[laser cracks, expl*si*n]

[soft dramatic music]

[indistinct shouting]

It's okay. It's okay.

It's all right.

[banging on door, knob rattling]

[gasps]

Bram. Bram.

[banging continues]

Quick.

Katie?

Katie?

It's me! Let us in!

[shouting and screaming]

Thank God.

Come here. Oh, thank God.

[both sigh]

Come on in. Come on in.

Hey, little man. [laughs]

Come on in.



[drones thrumming]

Katie, come on.

Katie, get inside!

[indistinct shouting and screaming]

[expl*si*n, laser sh*ts, and rumbling]

[somber music]



[expl*si*n]

[shouting]

[crying softly]

♪ this little light of mine ♪
♪ I'm gonna let it shine ♪
♪ this little light of mine ♪
I'm gonna let it shine ♪

[humming]



[indistinct screaming and shouting]

[humming continues]


♪ let it shine ♪
♪ let it shine ♪


[crying softly]

♪ let it shine ♪

[screaming]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

You got it right.

[whistles]

You been to that bar before.

Oh.

Evening, stranger.

What can we do for you?

I'm looking for a boy. He's 12 years old.

His name's Charlie. I heard we he works for Solomon.

[tense music]



He's my son.

May be bigger now. I don't know.

His name's Charlie.

Charlie, huh?

I have things to trade.

Valuable.

I just wanna talk to Solomon.

Solomon is not home.

[wood creaks]

[both grunting]

[groans]

[grunting]



He ain't got sh*t.

Keep the picture.

Get the hell outta here.

[groans]

Come on.

Yeah, b*at it.

[breathing heavily]

[indistinct chatter]

Two minutes.

Mom.

Bram.

No contact.

[quietly] Bram.

[soft dramatic music]

[crying softly]

I'm so sorry, Mom.

It's okay.

Baby, are you all right?

How did you get in?

Aunt Maddie pulled some strings.

Can she get me outta here?

[quietly] No, sweet boy.

What about Dad?

Your dad's at Santa Monica.

He, uh-- he went to go get Charlie.

[crying softly]

Hey...

You stay strong.

You stay smart.

[exhales heavily]

[sniffles]

[breathing heavily]



[g*n cocks]

Don't move.

Easy.

Easy.

It's me.

Bowman?

I need your help.
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