03x09 - The Big Empty

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Previously on "Colony"...

- Then you need reinforcements.
- The Occupation.

You call a certain radio frequency

and say a code word.

- Roanoke.
- [explosions, men shout]

[tense music]

Let's go.

♪ ♪

- [car door closes]
- Get out of the damn car.

That any way to greet an old friend?

They're working on something big here,

some kind of bio-w*apon.

Thought you might help with that.

I'm Captain Roger Erikson, team leader

for the Pioneer Square unit

of the Seattle Community Patrol.

I'd like to start by thanking
you all for your choice

to serve our city.

Here we go.

♪ ♪

Tell Broussard we're aborting.

- What?
- Out now.

[tires squealing]

[engine revving]

[tires pop, tires screech]

- What the hell happened?
- I don't know.

Will threw me out of the cab
and took off.

[silenced g*nsh*t]

That's not human technology.

Start explaining.

I saw Alan Snyder.

I followed him to the docks.

He took a boat to that
facility on Blake Island.

You and me, working together,
we can get to Snyder.

What do you get out of it?

I'm gonna k*ll him.

[elevator bell dings]

Morning, David.

He's expecting you.

Just came off the plane.

Drop it off at Hendrix
then get over to the lab.

We have a sample that needs to
be transported to prototyping.

Got it.

Heads up...

the IGA has got someone on the ground.

Came in this morning.

Intelligence?

Administrator... former proxy,

but he'll be sniffing around.

I doubt he's alone.

You're probably right.

Just stick to protocol.
Keep your head down.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[door whirring]

[device whirring, beeps]

[keys clacking]

[drone whirring]

Kynes sent me to pick up the sample.

[distant car horns honking]

[indistinct chatter]

[man whistles]

[exhales deeply]

[car door opens, closes]

- Head to Joplin.
- Yes, sir.

[turning signal clicking]

[engine revving]

[tires pop, tires screech]

- Get us out of here.
- This is Ravenwood.

We're in an ambush at the alley
behind th and Pike.

Unknown number of... sh*t!

[tires screeching, loud bang]

Get down! Get down!

[keys clacking]

Mr. Snyder.

Leaving us so soon?

Actually, my plans have changed.

I'm gonna stay in the bloc
for another few days.

Why's that?

There's so much more to learn.

I would love to have
more time to show you around

- but my schedule...
- Of course.

I'm happy to explore on my own.

[plucks string]

The IGA promised me total autonomy.

I'm not here to pass judgment.

I'm just an observer.

Don't you want
the other Colonies to benefit

from your wisdom?

Glen.

Mr. Snyder is going to be spending

more time here in Seattle.

Please assign him a security detail.

Yes, sir.

Security detail? Seattle seems so safe.

Just being careful.

After all, you're a very important man.

Has there been an incident?
Maybe I could help.

No incidents, just protocol.

Let my office know where
you'll be visiting and when.

We'll have clearances waiting for you.

[keys clacking]

Okay.

[water running, stops]

Mom?

Hey, Bear.

I know everyone's really busy.

What's wrong?

My door doesn't close all the way.

And when it pops open, I can hear you

getting ready for work in the morning.

And Dad at night.

Well, let me take a look at it.

I'll see if I can't fix it before bed.

I got it.

Why are you up?

It's day.

I wanted to catch you
before you went to school.

Morning.

Morning.

Hey.

Have a good day.

Thanks.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[telephones ringing, indistinct chatter]

- Damn it.
- Bad shift?

The worst. Downtown.

You want to trade?

Really?

Yeah.

- What's the catch?
- No catch.

My girlfriend's working down there.

I want to bring her dinner.

You're gonna be walking all day.

Yeah, which is why I'm going
to score so many points.

We have a few suites
available on the top floor.

I can put you in the southwest corner

with a view of the water.

We want .

It's our lucky room.

[telephone ringing, indistinct chatter]

And it looks like is available.

We'll take it for the night.

Mm, just one?

It always starts that way.

- Ha. Yes.
- Nice. Nice.

All right.

That's it for me.
Got work in the morning.

I don't think so.

One more hand, man.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Oh, come on. Change your luck.

[grunts] I got to get a cab.

Hey, I already called you one.

- Pulling up.
- [grunts]

Hey, easy. Easy.

[grunts]

Watch your head.

Hey, I appreciate the help, Mike.

Hey, anytime, brother.

[car door closes]

♪ ♪

Back up.

- Sir.
- Thank you, gentlemen.

- I'll see you in the morning.
- Don't you have a dinner tonight?

It's just a few blocks away.
I'm gonna walk.

We need to take you, sir.

Right.

Well, hold the car for me.

You know what? I'll come with you.

It doesn't take two guys
to hold the car.

And it doesn't take two guys
to change my shirt.

I'll be back in five.

♪ ♪

[elevator bell dings]

- [ice rattles]
- [groans softly]

You look like you could use some help.

Yeah, I didn't really think
this through.

- Here.
- Oh, okay.

You throwing a party?

- [key card beeps]
- I sure hope so.

Just over here.

I feel like I should offer you a drink.

I feel like I've earned one.

[dark music]

Will.

[groaning]

Tape.

[tape ripping]

[wheezes]

[muffled groan]

[telephone beeps]

Could you send up maintenance?

My toilet's clogged.

[knock at door]

- [breathing heavily]
- [laundry bin rolling]

I'm going to put his phone in his room.

[door closes]

How's it going?

Are you in position?

I'm here.

[indistinct chatter]

What are you doing?

I'm Community Patrol.

Oh, yeah, I can see that.

This is my b*at.

ID.

How long you been on the job?

It's my first week.

All right, go ahead.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

Looks like rain out there.

What happened? There's no way
they could be on us already.

I don't know, but we're aborting.

We have a backup plan for a reason.

[door closes]

You don't have to stay.

Do you think the kid spotted
security at the loading dock?

- Probably.
- We scouted it.

- We knew their shifts.
- Things change.

I don't like this. We're exposed.

There's a storage room around
the corner, down the hall.

Fine.

[laundry bin rolling]

[grunting]

Get up.

[grunting]

Quiet.

[door closes, lock clicks]

Sit.

[zipper opens]

[Snyder breathing rapidly]

[object clatters]

[camera beeps]

You scream...

you'll be dead before anyone finds you.

[grunts]

Anyone gonna be looking for you tonight?

- No.
- No check-ins?

No alerts on the phone?

No, nothing until breakfast.

Then we have a long time to talk.

What happens at the end of the talk?

That depends.

Does it?

I want a guarantee.

I answer your questions,
anything you want,

you let me walk out of here.

You're not getting a guarantee.

[chuckles] Then I'm not talking.

Your choice.

But as long as you're talking,
you're breathing.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter, telephone ringing]

[water pouring]

Think something's wrong?

Either something's wrong,
or he's messing with us.

- Two more minutes, then?
- No.

I'm done waiting.
I'm gonna go check his room.

[elevator bell dings]

What are you doing here in Seattle?

The IGA sent me here to dig up dirt

on the guy who runs this place.

- Why?
- That's above my pay grade.

We hear Seattle's an important Colony.

What makes it so special?

It's a model for how the IGA

wants the other Colonies to run.

Why?

They need more labor.

And people are literally walking

hundreds of miles to Seattle
like it's Mecca.

There's something else.

What are they doing on that
island out near the Wall?

What island?

[grunts]

It's a spaceport
for transferring supplies.

There's something else
going on out there.

If there is, I don't know about it.

This...

says that there's a bio-weapons
facility in Seattle.

Where did you get that?

We know more than you think.

And if I catch you in another lie,

there won't be a warning...
I will cut your throat,

and you will bleed out right here.

Underneath the launch platform

is a giant storage facility.

Storage for what?

Outliers.

What are Outliers?

Before the Arrival,

our Hosts used an algorithm

to sort humans into different groups.

Your group determined your fate.

Whether you worked for the IGA
or went to the Factory

or lived in the Green Zone,

everything was based
on how you were classified.

So Outliers are one of these groups.

Special group with special privileges.

Like not getting att*cked by drones.

And getting abducted by the IGA
and stuffed into freezers.

Stasis chambers.

Yes.

What happens to them?

They used to be shipped into space.

Now they go into storage down here.

- And then?
- I don't know.

I-I-I really don't.

All I do know is that there are quotas.

As long as the IGA delivers
a certain number of Outliers

and a certain labor force,
our Hosts stay happy.

How many of these Outliers are there?

- I don't know.
- Guess...

Like you have a g*n to your head.

- Hundreds of thousands.
- Are they all ex-m*llitary?

Many of them are, yes.

They're building an army.

They have millions of drones.
Why do they need a human army?

- And what about the bio-w*apon?
- I just told you.

Outliers are the bio-w*apon...

literally biological weapons.

What is this?

I have no idea.

It's as thin as paper,
and it's bulletproof.

Where did you get that?

We found it.

Here in the Colony?

It's not IGA property?

I've never seen anything like it.

You asked why I came here.

This is the reason.

Everett Kynes,
the guy who runs this Colony,

doesn't exactly follow the rules.

He stole it from... them?

All I can tell you is
that he has his own agenda.

That's why the IGA
wants to take him out.

♪ ♪

You buying any of this?

Part of it's probably true.

But that's the problem.
You'll never know which part.

[indistinct chatter]

[elevator bell dings]

[indistinct conversation]

Hey, Patrol.

Get your ass over here.

- Yes, sir?
- We have a situation.

All right, I need you on the front door.

You need me to call for backup?

No, no, we're on it.

What's going on?

Possible abduction.

Who?

This guy was supposed
to report back to the lobby,

but he disappeared.

If you see him, you call us immediately.

[elevator bell dings]

[indistinct chatter]

It's not what you think.

Maybe they have my schedule wrong.

M-maybe I forgot a meeting.

I don't know.

Let's go.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Don't leave me here with him!

Please! You know what he's gonna do!

Eric...

Are we really gonna let this happen?

- This was the deal.
- And you can live with it?

The world isn't gonna miss that man.

We got to move.

[zipper closes]

You know this won't change anything.

Get out of here.

I used to work with people with PTSD.

- This isn't...
- Get out.

♪ ♪

[door opens]

[door closes]

♪ ♪

[distant car horn honks,
indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

They said something
about a missing guest.

The guy from the IGA.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

- Let's go.
- [car doors close]

You two head to the basement.

You check at the front desk,
talk to guests.

♪ ♪

I'm gonna tell you a story.

At the end of that story...

You let me know what I got wrong.

The proxy of a major bloc
loses his job...

Becomes a camp commander

and then screws that up, too.

He's going nowhere fast,

and then an opportunity falls
into his lap.

The Occupation has a big problem...

a missing RAP.

And this guy's got a plan
to get it back.

So this loser,

this failure

pretends to help a family
escape the Colony.

He spends six months with them,
earning their trust.

And then one day
his prayers are answered.

This family leads him straight
to the missing RAP.

Now the man's a hero.

Big promotion, new responsibilities.

His little vacation
in the woods paid off.

You've got it wrong.

[whimpering]

[inhales deeply]

No alcohol on your breath.

No bags under your eyes.

I bet you're sleeping like a baby.

Don't forget that you were the one

who sold me out at that camp.

They put a g*n to your kids' heads,

and you told them that I was a proxy.

And then what happened?

It went bad.

Because you signaled the Occupation.

The signal came from the Host.

It sent out a rescue call when
MacGregor brought it online.

[g*n cocks]

- No, it was you.
- How could I have done it?

I was handcuffed to a chair!

I told you that
we should leave that camp.

I begged you.

Because you knew what was coming.

That place was headed for disaster.

You knew it, too.

And if the Grayhats hadn't come,

that fanatic would have sh*t you.

But they did come.

It was luck...

dumb, blind, bad luck

that made things turn out
the way that they did.

If Charlie had been
two feet to the left,

we wouldn't be talking.

I already know it was your fault.

I just want to hear you say it.

I didn't call the IGA.

But afterward, when it was over,

I did convince them not
to hunt down the survivors.

[groans]

- Say it!
- I didn't k*ll him!

I'm giving you a chance
to die like a man...

conscience clean.

I'm sorry.

- For what?
- For what happened to you.

You need someone to blame. I get it.

But none of this would have happened

if we had walked out of that camp
when I told you to.

No!

[shouts, sobbing]

♪ ♪

[gasping]

- [g*n clatters]
- [breathes deeply, groans]

[breathes deeply]

Charlie didn't deserve to die.

No, he didn't.

None of us asked for this.

It just happened.

There's still blood on your hands.

When the RAPs came, some people hid,

some people fought.

But you...

you helped them.

I saved lives.

When they wanted
to rendition the bloc...

Don't patronize me.

You think I've forgotten
everyone you had m*rder*d?

All the things you made me do

to get Charlie back from Santa Monica

just so I could watch him die?

Tell me you did it.

[groans]

Get up.

[crying] No.

[bucket clatters]

Tell me you did it.

I was there, too, remember?

Teaching Charlie how to play poker...

frying an egg for him every morning.

Uncle Alan. [cries]

I loved that kid, too.

I buried him.

I found his body,

and I didn't leave
until he had a place to rest.

No! No!

I pulled back the tarp! I saw his face!

[shouts] I'm sorry!

[grunting]

[groaning, gasping]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey. You there?
- Yeah, what's going on?

- Where's my dad?
- He's still inside.

Get out of there, Bram.
He can take care of himself.

♪ ♪

What the hell are you doing here?

Search team's going room to room.

We need to get out of here.

Why is he still alive?

I wanted him to confess.

You'll never get the truth from him.

Just finish it so we can go.

You can't do it.

You talked to me into helping you,

and now when we finally have him,

you can't pull the trigger?

Let me do it.

This was a mistake.

I never should have dragged
you into this.

What?

You need to go. I'm not asking.

- Walk down that hall.
- Not until he's dead.

It's not happening.

Do you know what he did
in that labor camp?

He lined up three of my friends
at a loading dock...

and he ordered his guard to sh**t them.

They fell into the Dumpster
like garbage.

He didn't have the balls
to pull the trigger himself,

just like you.

You think it's easy to k*ll a man?

When he deserves it, yeah.

Wait till you've pulled the trigger.

You don't get to just go
on with your life.

It stays with you.

I know.

No, you don't.

You don't know anything about me.

What are you talking about?

The att*ck on the Green Zone.

What about it?

Well, he k*lled my friend,
so I sh*t him.

And I gave him an extra
just to make sure.

[tense music]

And Snyder's way worse than that guy.

And I vouched for him after the Grayhats

att*cked the cabin.

I let him come with us.

I knew what he was,
and I knew what he'd done,

- and I still defended him.
- This isn't on you.

If we left him on the side of the road

like we should have,

Charlie would still be alive.

Give me the damn g*n.

Leave.

You can't just let him go.

Go.

[indistinct chatter]

Where the hell have you been?

Out.

Out... where, in the rain?

What happened to your face?

I was with company.

Company?

A woman.

And what... what, she hit you?

How I choose to spend
my leisure time is my business.

Sorry, I didn't realize
my being gone for minutes

would cause a three-alarm fire.

No dinner tonight.
I'm eating in my room.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[keys clatter]

We had leverage on Snyder.

He was worth more to us alive than dead.

We got the information we needed.

- Don't change the subject.
- He lost a kid.

There are a lot of ways
that you can support him,

but that is not what
we are talking about.

Are you really comfortable
putting your life, our lives

in the hands of a guy like that?

You think well-adjusted
people do what I do?

There's a difference
between being damaged

and being suicidal.

Look, I hear you.

I do.

But the Bowmans and me, we go way back.

That's exactly the problem.

You wouldn't have put up
with that sh*t from me.

You make your own decisions.

But I am done with that guy.

All right.

Good night, Gracie girl.

When do you think Bram's getting home?

Oh, I think he's probably got
to work late.

I think he has a girlfriend.

Really?

He's been talking
on the phone a lot lately.

And he doesn't like talking
on the phone.

You're very smart.

Good night. I love you.

Love you, too.

[man crying]

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[shudders]