03x10 - Sea Spray

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "Colony..."

What are they doing on that island?

Underneath the launch platform,

there's a storage facility.
Storage for what?

Outliers.

And what about the bio-w*apon?

Outliers are the bio-w*apon.

What is this? It's as thin as paper.

And it's bulletproof.

I have no idea.

[groans]

[suspenseful music]

[gasps]

Why is he still alive?

Now when we finally have him
you can't pull the trigger?

Let me do it.

This was a mistake.

The Bowmans and me, we go way back.

Are you really comfortable
putting your life... our lives

in the hands of a guy like that?

[sobbing]

♪ ♪

[Metallica's
"Disposable Heroes" playing]

♪ ♪

♪ Bodies fill the fields I see ♪

♪ Hungry heroes end ♪

♪ No one to play soldier now ♪

♪ No one to pretend ♪

♪ Running blind through k*lling fields ♪

♪ Bred to k*ll them all ♪

You want next?

Sure.

♪ A servant until I fall ♪

I've been thinking of switching up

my training regimen.

♪ Now an empty shell ♪

Yeah? To what?

Smash and grab.

[sniffles]

There's an armory up town.

I guess in case they wanna give
those community patrol guys

some real g*ns.

I went to check it out and they
got a couple of kids guarding it.

We could take the place
with our eyes closed.

♪ ♪

That's interesting.

Why don't you give me Stets and Dubcek?

Let me clean it out.

Look, it seems like a good score.

- But we need to hold.
- Why?

'Cause as soon as we make
a move, they know we're here.

It's gotta be the right move.

As soon as the team's ready,
let's introduce ourselves.

♪ ♪

Every day I work for Kynes,
I get more intel.

One of these days,
he's gonna make a mistake,

and when he does, we'll find our target.

Something more important than an armory.

And when that day comes
we'll still need g*ns.

♪ ♪

[sighs] Fine, I'll check it out.

Let me see if I can get
an inventory of what's inside.

Whether it's worth the risk.

Okay.

♪ Back to the front ♪

♪ You will do what I say when I say ♪

♪ Back to the front ♪

♪ You will die when I say you must die ♪

♪ Back to the front ♪

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[keyboard clacks]

♪ ♪

What's going on?

We need to start securing the armories.

I'm sorry.

One of the outliers in my crew

scouted the uptown facility.

He wants to hit it.

♪ ♪

And what do you think?

Is it time to let them have some g*ns?

Maybe.

Still doesn't solve the bigger problem.

You guys are bored.

They're thoroughbreds.

They wanna get out and run.

They wanna run in a race that matters.

Well, they won't have
to wait much longer.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

Colony S E
"Sea Spray"

[sighs]

[whistling]

[toaster clacks]

[whistling]

[sighs]

All right.

Hey, I hope you're hungry.

Uh, all right.

What're you doing?

[sighs]

I'm making breakfast.

So that's it?

Look, I made a big mistake.

I never should've dragged you into that.

I'm sorry.

A mistake.

I know how hard this year has been.

I just want you to have
some kind of normal life.

Then maybe you should be
a normal father.

Bram.

The bacon's burning.

[groans]

[pan clatters]

[door closes]

Welcome to Seattle.

I hate this town.

Rainy as hell.

Duller than dirt.

Don't worry, we'll find someone
for you to k*ll soon enough.

[snickers]

[sighs] I ran into
Will Bowman last night.

Here?

Yep.

And he's with Eric Broussard.

The world's worst reunion tour.

They abducted me.

Why are you still alive?

You know, it's your empathy
that really sets you apart.

I fed them sh*t until
they ran out of time.

Kynes' g*ons were waiting
for me to go to dinner.

Well, still,
you must've given up something.

Bits and pieces.

Have the locals figured out

that you were interrogated
by the Resistance?

No.

Bowman and Broussard showed me something

that they'd gotten
off of one of Kynes' guys.

Some kind of alloy.

I've never seen it before.

- Host technology?
- Yeah.

And the kind of thing
that they'd never give to us.

Which is why Kynes
didn't report the theft.

Just like we're not gonna
report the Resistance

activity in this bloc.

At least not until we
figure out how to exploit it.

Hmm.

Morning, sir.

You aren't supposed
to leave the hotel without us.

I've got my own guy today.

Mr. Kynes specifically
assigned us to be your escort.

Trust me, Mr. Garland
is gonna keep me very safe.

You boys are redundant anyway.

If Kynes wants to track me,

he can just use this.

I can take you as far as
the red buoys, but that's it.

How much farther to the island?

About a quarter mile.

What are the currents like
near the shore?

You wanna swim it?

If I did?

Forget the currents.

It's the underwater drones
you gotta worry about.

- Underwater?
- Yeah.

Like torpedoes, but they turn on a dime.

Good luck out-swimming them.

Have you seen them?

My cousin thought
he'd make some fast cash.

Dropped his crab pots past the buoys,

since nobody fishes out there.

Drones opened up his hull
like a tin can.

That's why I'm talking to you.

Is there any other way across?

[sighs] Just the ferry.

You made a mess.

Last night.

I've never seen you like that.

Talk to me.

Please.

Ever since the camp,

I've just tried to keep my feet moving.

I guess I knew that if I

stopped it would all catch up to me.

And last night you finally stopped?

What happened...

It'll always be a part of us.

But I can't let it be everything.

It's not fair to you.

It's not fair to Bram or Gracie.

Ever since we got to Seattle,

I've been obsessed with trying
to figure out if this place

is safe for us.

And?

[exhales deeply]

I think you're right.

I thought you were happy
here, that you loved your job.

I just found out that
refugees are disappearing.

We might even be sending them
to the factory.

What did you find?

[sighs]

The reason we got into this bloc so fast

is because they knew who I was

the moment we walked
into that refugee camp.

They know we're the Bowmans?

Yeah.

Yeah.

And that special list I'm on,

the reason the drones always let me go,

is because the RAPs have
a plan for people like me.

Where did you hear all of this?

[ominous music]

[sighs]

From Alan Snyder.

What?

He's in the bloc.

We grabbed him from his hotel.

♪ ♪

Who's we?

[exhales deeply]

Me and Broussard.

♪ ♪

And Broussard contacted you?

He was trying to keep you out of it.

Probably because he thought
that's what you wanted.

Hell, that's what I thought you wanted.

You've been building a life here.

We can't build a life here
if it isn't safe.

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.

The information came from Snyder.

[stammers] So who knows what's real.

♪ ♪

I might be able to find out

whether Snyder is telling the truth.

Those decisions are made
somewhere in my office.

♪ ♪

You be careful.

[horn honks]

♪ ♪

- I have to go.
- [sighs] Okay.

I'm glad we talked.

[soft chuckle] Me too.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[vehicle leaving]

If they were coming for us,
it would already be over.

Comforting.

So how are we gonna get out
to the island?

Don't know yet, but I'm working on it.

We're gonna need help.

And by help you mean your friend Will?

I told you last night,
if he's in, I'm out.

Whatever he needed to do with Snyder,

it's done.

That kind of broken
doesn't get fixed over night.

I know. But we need his skill set.

- Find someone else.
- How?

I can't exactly put
an ad in the classifieds.

- Train me.
- That'll take years.

I've seen Will under fire.

It's hard to find people who
know how to handle themselves.

He almost got you k*lled.

Twice.

I owe him.

Well, I don't.

You're the one who's always talking
about maintaining discipline.

Keeping emotions out of the work.

If you mean it,
you've gotta cut Bowman loose.

I can't.

Then I'm done.

I want you out before
I get back from my shift.

[indistinct chatter]

- Long time.
- No doubt, no doubt.

[laughs]

Well, here's your usual.

Ah.

Thanks.

How long have you been in Seattle?

Uh, since the re-pop. Yeah.

How's the job?

Boring. Yeah.

They basically got me
training Boy Scouts.

Well, that seems like
a waste of your talents.

Well, there's not really
any crime in the Colony.

Nothing real, at least.

That sounds like the party line.

I'm sorry, but who's he?

My handler.

You have a handler?

And he's got a few questions for you.

If something valuable were
to be stolen in this Colony,

who would investigate?

What kind of valuable?

Art, jewelry, that sort of thing?

More like, something
that might have belonged

to our Hosts.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Give it your best guess.

I've heard rumors.

The Community Patrol, we don't...

We don't handle stuff like that.

There's another unit?

Grayhats?

No.

They show up in unmarked SUVs.

Plainclothes.

And they're obviously pros.

And you have no contact with them.

My guys and I aren't even
supposed to acknowledge

that they exist.

And what about the incident
reports on these calls?

No, there's no reports.

At least none that cross my desk.

But, like you said,
you've heard rumors.

Look.

This unit was deployed about a week ago.

There was a double homicide in an alley.

They even told us
that it was a carjacking.

You're skeptical.

Why would you jack a car in Seattle?

I mean, we track every vehicle, so...

What you said about
something being stolen,

I... I... I think
that's what's happening here.

Why?

Well, this unit,

they've been going
door to door in the area.

I mean, they're searching for something.

And I heard something
from a friend of a friend.

A... a guy who works near the very top.

Well, apparently he...

Kynes has taken a personal
interest in the search.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Ferry goes out to
Blake Island two times a day.

Once in the morning, once at night.

Two guard gates and a biometric scanner.

Maybe we should draw straws.

If we're gonna get on that boat,

the weak link has to be human.

Usually is.

♪ ♪

They probably need doctors
on that facility.

Maybe Amy can engineer her way in.

What's her specialty?

- Neurosurgery.
- Damn.

Yeah, that's not gonna work. She's out.

Problem?

Difference of opinion.

- About what?
- You.

What the hell did I do?

She's still green.

Doesn't have the stomach for it yet.

That's not my take on it.

You agree with her?

You've been making a lot of mistakes.

Then why are you here?

Because she's not ready.

♪ ♪

- [indistinct chatter]
- [phones ringing]

I'm busy.

I need you to pull
my husband's immigration file.

What?

I think he's in danger.

Well, I'm very sorry to hear that.

I know you have access to that file.

I do.

But instead of risking my job,

I'm gonna do what I should've
done in the first place.

- I'm gonna report you.
- That would be a mistake.

My mistake was letting you into my life.

But I'm gonna correct that now.

So that you can go back
to sending refugees

to death camps in peace.

Get out of my office.

Report me if you want.

I will take you down with me.

I didn't do anything wrong.

You wanted to know
what was really going on

with the refugees,
so you sent me to that

empty apartment building.

That's a lie.

How else would I have known where to go?

I don't have that kind of access.

♪ ♪

You are an incredibly selfish woman.

You think your family is
the only one that matters?

♪ ♪

I've never believed that was true,

and that's why I'm standing here.

But, all that's changed now.

I'm gonna make sure that my
family is safe in this Colony,

and if you won't help me,

I won't hesitate
for a minute to sell you out.

This is where it happened.

Two bodies left behind.

Driver and... Must've been a courier.

Driver was armed, but his w*apon
was taken during the robbery.

Security protocols were lax.

That's because this Colony
is a crimeless utopia.

Remember?

Which way were they going?

East.

Must've turned in from over there.

Kynes has an R&D facility
in that building.

- And you think the SUV came from there?
- I do.

And I'm guessing the material
Broussard spoke of

was on board.

Somehow my life
always leads back to him.

So we find him and Bowman,

recover the polymer, show it to the IGA,

and we got Kynes by the short hairs.

If only it were that easy.

Well, I got an address for Bowman,

if that helps.

What?

I started digging
the minute you mentioned him

at the hotel.

Living under the name James Dalton.

Got a wife, Laura. Two kids.

- The whole family is here?
- That's right.

His wife's an advocate
at the refugee camp.

So they walked in the front door.

That's my understanding.

- Bowman is an outlier.
- Yeah.

Ought to be in a freezer
out on Blake Island.

But he came through
Kynes' processing system.

He and his family placed right
into Colony housing.

♪ ♪

They know who he is.

They know exactly who he is.

The deal that Kynes cut
with the Global Authority

was that he gets to run Seattle
however he pleases,

provided that he produce outliers

and turn them over to the Hosts.

But he didn't give 'em Bowman.

This is it.

Kynes' fatal error.

Because he let one outlier
slip through the net?

I highly doubt he's the only one.

What'd you find?

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

They know who we really are.

They know who everyone is.

And what is "OCS"?

It's classification code.
Stands for "outlier."

What does that mean?

All I know is they get
flagged immediately

and fast-tracked into the Colony.

So there are others like Will?

- Mm-hmm.
- How many?

Hundreds.

I want a list.

♪ ♪

If I do this, we're done.

I promise you will never
have to deal with me again.

♪ ♪

[keyboard clacks]

[knock on door]

[rain pattering]

Hey.

Hey.

Nice throw pillows.

It's not my place.

Well, it beats the sewer.

[sighs] I'm moving out.

Something you said?

I know you're upset.

Why would I be upset?

Should've told you I was in town.

Yeah.

You don't have to work with me.
I thought we were friends.

We are friends.

But maybe I'm a reminder of a life

that you wanted to forget.

How are you?

Good. Yeah, good.

[exhales deeply]

There's something happening here.

[ominous music]

How... Will told me some
of what you found.

I work at SRMA,

helping process refugees
into Seattle, and

I got into our computer system.

Sounds like an act of resistance.

I had to make sure I hadn't
walked my family

into a mousetrap.

What'd you find?

Well, they know who we are.

And they let you in anyway?

They let in a lot of people like Will.

They call 'em outliers.

That's the first page of the list.

Could be hundreds.

You think they were all ex-m*llitary?

Maybe.

[exhales deeply]

You give me a couple of hundred pros.

Your office or mine?

I'm afraid that I'm busy.

I'll only take a moment.

An incident in your Colony
has come to my attention.

What kind of incident?

Theft and a double m*rder.

Please.

So I gather that you know
what I'm talking about.

Of course.

This isn't Los Angeles.

Murders are rare.

Then why didn't you report it?

Because the incident is an anomaly.

And because I'm not required to report

internal affairs to the IGA.

May I ask what was stolen?

A material sample.

Magic lettuce.

[chuckles]

A flexible membrane
designed for building

ultra-lightweight containment.

It's fairly technical.

- Can I see it?
- It was our only sample.

Do you know who stole it?

That's part of an ongoing investigation.

Should the IGA worry about this material

being in the wrong hands?

I don't think it'd be
of much use to anyone.

I barely understand it
and I have two PhDs.

I am authorized to provide
an outside investigative unit

if that would be helpful.

As I said, we'll handle
the matter internally.

You have the personnel for that?

I have people I trust.

I need to talk to them.

Need?

I'm making regular reports to the IGA.

Maybe you don't feel like
you owe them anything,

but isn't it better for everyone

if they have an accurate picture

of what's happening here?

Of course.

The gentlemen that I assigned
to your security detail.

Perhaps they'll be useful.

Thank you.

[bells jingle]

Hey, I wondered if you could help me.

What can I help you with?

Um, you look so familiar.

[ominous music]

Guess I just have one of those faces.

What'd you say you needed?

Yeah, I was wondering, uh, what paint

I should use for my kids room.

Paint's in the back. I'll show you.

♪ ♪

We just wanna talk.

Your name's O'Neill, right?

♪ ♪

[grunts]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Easy. We're friendlies.

♪ ♪

[groans]

[jacket rips]

Ah!

♪ ♪

[groaning]

[foreboding music]

Easy.

♪ ♪

I hope they're all this good.

- [panting]
- [sniffles]

♪ ♪

How'd you find me?

My girlfriend doesn't
even know my real name.

We have a contact at SRMA.

They knew everything about you

the minute you set foot in that camp.

You served.

Nah.

We did. Rangers, Marines.

Navy.

I was almost at the end of BUD/S
when the Arrival happened.

Who are you guys?

We're part of a Resistance group
that got busted up in Los Angeles.

We relocated here.

Looking to rattle some cages.

You're in a crew?

I printed up this list
in the refugee camp.

My husband is on it. So are you.

You recognize anyone else?

No, but this doesn't make any sense.

If they know who we are, why
aren't they coming after us?

Ever heard the term "outliers"?

No.

- That's how they classify us.
- Who?

- RAPs.
- Who?

The aliens.

Morks.

Okay.

So what do they want with us
and the outliers?

We don't know exactly.

But we think we might be
their first line of defense.

Against what?

Their enemies.

Take us to your people.

We have good intel to share.

Give me the list.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

If this checks out, I'll be in touch.

♪ ♪

So you have no leads
on the murders or the missing material?

Eh, it's probably just some psycho.

I thought that psychos didn't make
it through security into the Colony.

Screening isn't our job.

What is your job?

We work for Mr. Kynes.

Solving crimes,

guarding, dignitaries? [chuckles]

That's a pretty wide range.

[classical music playing]

How long have you gentlemen
been here in Seattle?

Since Mr. Kynes brought us in.

He recruited you. From where?

Outside.

♪ ♪

What did you do before this?

Security.

Funny.

I had you pegged for
early childhood education.

[chuckles]

You should know that the IGA

is always interested

in men with a particular set of skills.

Thank you.

The compensation is very competitive.

Have you ever been to Switzerland?

We like Seattle.

♪ ♪

Fair enough.

Bon appétit.

♪ ♪

[device beeps]

Shall we then?

♪ ♪

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[woman speaking over PA]

I'm at work.

I came to apologize.

Okay.

I let him go.

Really?

My son came into the room.

I couldn't do it in front of him.

I guess we should nominate
you for father of the year.

I don't get it.

I don't understand

why Broussard would work
with someone like you.

He had a team in LA.
A bunch of dumb kids.

They were all k*lled.

And?

It's easier to work with professionals.

They know what they sign up for.

So you don't blame yourself
if they take a b*llet.

Plus Broussard probably figures a b*llet

will put me out of my misery.

Self-pity?

That's a delightful addition
to this package.

I don't blame you
for being angry with me.

And you're right.

I'm not okay.

I had another son.

He was k*lled.

And you blame Alan Snyder.

I don't know.

Does it matter?
It doesn't change anything.

You need help.

Like, real help.

Aren't you worried about
the rest of your family?

You will drag them down with you.

You think I don't know that?

I know good doctors here.

You could talk to them,
get on medication.

I'll handle my business.

You have to come back.

Broussard needs you.

Broussard doesn't need anyone.

I'm just a spare pair of hands
and a place to stay.

No.

You're what my wife was for him.

Someone to remind him why he does it.

I didn't join the Resistance
to be Broussard's lucky penny.

That's not what I'm saying.

Don't walk away from something
good because of me.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

Mom or Dad call?

No.

[sighs]

Come on.

Where are we going?

[upbeat music playing]

♪ ♪

Oh, not this one again.

- Dad.
- Hey, Sal.

Ignore him.

He thinks he's funny.

This is Gracie.

Gracie, that's a great name.

I'm so glad you could come.

I've been looking forward
to meeting you.

- Sean talks about me?
- All of the time.

Are you hungry?

Everyone else is on their way here,
so you better get a good seat.

Come on.

Thanks.

You all right?

Yeah, my parents just had to work.

All right.

♪ ♪

- Mm.
- [phone beeps]

The fingerprint analysis came back.

Mr. Harris' real name is Victor Resnick.

United States Army.

Delta Force, to be more precise.

- Six tours.
- Phew.

- He's the real deal.
- An outlier.

And his friend Ford didn't
seem any less capable to me.

No.

Neither of these men have
ever been under the employ

of the IGA, so there are two outliers

on Everett Kynes' payroll.

Don't forget Bowman.

How could I?

Walking free in the Colony,

instead of cooling his heels,
and all the rest of him,

in a stasis chamber on Blake Island.

[ominous music]

There could be dozens of these guys,

just running around loose in Seattle.

Yep.

Men like that need to be
kept on a short leash.

This is reckless.

But Kynes is a careful man.

It doesn't add up, does it?

♪ ♪

This is how insurgencies get started.

That's what I admire about you, Garland.

You look ahead.

You know, if we report this,

that should be enough
to take down Kynes.

A less politically connected man, sure.

But Kynes is in a special league,

and he may have a plausible explanation.

So what do we do?

We make our own reckless move

and then see how he counters.

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

[panting]

- Hey.
- You were right.

There are guards all over these docks.

We should get eyes
on the graveyard shift.

We need another body for that.

What about Bram?

Just to scout.

Better to keep him out of it for now.

Okay.

How are you?

Better.

Hey!

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪