03x12 - Bonzo

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "Colony"...

I was meeting with one of the cells.

Claimed to have recently captured

a high-level IGA official.

Snyder.

[GASPING]

[expl*si*n]

Outliers were k*lled?

Along with a lot of other people.

I'm gonna have to report
this incident to Davos.

- We had a deal.
- Terms of the deal

were that the IGA would
stay out of Seattle

provided that you maintain control.

It sure doesn't look like control to me.

You k*lled Outliers.

Seems to be having the desired effect.

We're supposed to believe that
Harris att*cked the convoy

then blew himself up en route

to commit another act of terror?

They set him up.

Seems he was designated as an Outlier.

You're about to pay the
price for your arrogance.

The entire IGA is gunning for me.

Shut it down.

It's been a pleasure, Ev.

Harris said if the
network ever went down,

we should meet at a rally point,

and be ready for something big.

If you are here, that
means you are an Outlier,

which means the Morks selected you

to be part of their sl*ve army.

But Mr. Kynes put himself at risk

and concealed us all from the IGA.

Now a w*r is coming,

and our planet is gonna
be the b*ttlefield.

[SOFT SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

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[THRUMS]

- [THRUMS]
- [GRUNTS]

sh*t.

He was from an elite Chinese unit,

and she the Iranian Air Force,

two very capable Outliers.

What's the latest Outlier
inventory number?

It's , and counting.

- That's not gonna be enough.
- Nope.

Well, we need to continue the study.

Do we need to send more
Outliers to their death

to prove the obvious?

This is only the second field test, huh?

We need a more robust data set.

We're almost there.

We have an analog army
that always defeats

the Demis' machine-targeted
perimeter defenses.

Now we arm them for the final
and most important step...

k*lling the enemy.

We need a weapons program.

The IGA is not looking to
develop a weapons program.

Then we need to change their mind.

The Outliers are dangerous.

Of course they're dangerous,

that's why we're recruiting them.

I'll share your opinions
with the review board.

[DOOR OPENS]

- Charming personality.
- [DOOR CLOSES]

I wanna speak to her.

- I'll call her back in.
- Not her.

Well, that doesn't seem
like a great idea, Ev.

Do you want humanity
to survive this w*r?

Of course.

Then we need to speak to the
side that's going to win.

If the IGA were to
find out about this...

That's why I have you,

so they won't.

[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

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[INHALES AND EXHALES]

[DOOR WHOOSHING]

[EERIE MUSIC]

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[MUSIC ESCALATES]

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[RATTLING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

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[TENSE MUSIC]

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The m*llitary directorate
was already on the ground.

The IGA's crawling all over
Seattle looking for us.

They planned the hell out of this.

Yeah, we're not gonna be
able to leave the Colony.

I don't wanna leave. All my work's here.

I've built the command bunker
for rainy days just like this.

[SIGHS]

- We're going to Bellevue bloc.
- [ENGINE TURNS OVER]

Moving on to Bellevue Bloc now.

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

[TIRES SQUEAL]

[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

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[TIRES SQUEALING]

The IGA has us boxed in. Get Kynes out.

Move, move, move!

- [g*nshots]
- We're leaving.

Stay right behind me.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

Form up!

- [g*nf*re]
- Keep your head down!

- Break right.
- Keep 'em coming!

Go! Get him out of here!
Get him out of here!

[GRUNTS]

Damn it, go after him!

- Catch 'em now!
- On your right!

Covering fire!

[DISTANT g*nf*re, INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

g*nf*re, multiple sh*ts...

Off your radio.

- We need your vehicle.
- Move, move, move!

Mr. Kynes?

I'm asking for your help.

No problem.

You never saw us.

The command bunker's a no-go
until we get reinforcements.

We can't risk crossing
the bridge to Bellevue.

Let's get to Bonzo.

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

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[CLICKS, BUZZES]

[WHIRS, CLICKS]

[TENSE MUSIC]

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[CLICKS, WHIRS]

[LATCH CLICKS]

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[DOOR CLICKS]

All right.

No dogs on us yet.

Emergency network is up.

The IGA is gonna shut
down anything they can.

If we want a chance,

we've got to get to the command
bunker in Bellevue bloc.

All right, how do we do that?

Signal the Outliers.

Tell them to come get us.

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Kynes slipped the ambush.

Of course he did.

His team is good.

One of the many things I
like about you, Lieutenant,

is how you never try to
put glitter on a turd.

[SCOFFS]

The gateways are sealed.

There are platoons at each of them,

in case Kynes tries to get out that way.

Including Bellevue?

God knows what he has
stashed away out there.

Inter-bloc traffic is locked down

and all private road traffic.

We're clearing the streets.

Any luck restoring the data network?

It's a black hole.

Kynes designed those protocols
for just this contingency.

If we want answers, we need him.

We'll find him.

I wish I had your confidence.

This Colony is a
labyrinth of his design.

There's also the small
issue of the secret army

of unknown size running
loose on our streets.

The network is crippled.

Kynes is on the run.

Any communication he can
have with the Outliers

is gonna be limited, at best.

I've stopped underestimating the man.

So should you.

You know, if we could
scramble those drones,

we'd have Kynes zeroed
in a couple hours.

IGA doesn't want to involve the Hosts.

They may not have a choice.

We should both pray that
it doesn't come to that.

Until then, we're on our own.

Someone must know something.

[DISHES CLANKING]

Did your phone come back up?

[WATER SHUTS OFF]

Nothing.

- The gym.
- Yeah.

Maybe Kynes brought the network back up,

signaled the Outliers?

Maybe.

Or maybe it's a death trap.

I gotta let Broussard know.

The kids are in bed. I'll come with you.

[SOFT TENSE MUSIC]

♪ ♪

Unit Whiskey- , come in.

Wake up, Whiskey- .

This is Whiskey- .

You're being forced.

We need you to come in.

When?

Now. It's all hands on deck.

Copy.

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[TRASH CAN CLANGS]

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- [DOGS BARKING]
- Keep it moving, all right.

He's done.

All right, move aside.

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Stay alert.

My fare needs to get to work.

Where?

SRMA.

Operator's license.

My phone is dead.

Let me see the hard copy.

[COMPARTMENT THUDS]

Mind if I ask what's going on?

Yeah.

Go on.

Let 'em through.

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

Letting one through.

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[DOOR OPENS]

It's martial law out there.

Huge IGA m*llitary mobilization.

They're setting up checkpoints,

taking private traffic off the street.

Sounds familiar.

And there's this.

Did your phone come back up yet?

- No.
- What do you think it is?

An emergency protocol
sent just to the Outliers.

- Sent by who?
- Kynes.

I think he's declared w*r on IGA.

Could also be an easy way for the IGA

to round up all the Outliers
and clean them out.

Only way to find out
is go scout that meet.

All right.

I'll contact you as soon as I can.

I'm coming with you.

Bram's there. He can handle it.

I'm not gonna sit at home
and watch this place

turn into Los Angeles.

Somebody has to stay behind.

I will.

I've gotta wait somewhere.

May as well do it at your place.

If we're more than two hours,

would you wake the kids
up and bring them here?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

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[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey, your attention, everyone.

Can I have your attention please?

There's been a change of
leadership in Seattle.

Everett Kynes has stepped
down as governor.

Now, the IGA has stepped in
to handle the transition

to make sure that it goes smoothly.

As officers of the Seattle
Community Patrol,

our job is to do
anything we can to help.

Now, we will be liaising

with the IGA teams to secure the Colony,

which means you will all
be issued new sergeants.

Carry on.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Everybody hang tight.

We're gonna try and make this
as painless as possible.

Thank you all for your
continued service.

I hoped to not be in this position.

I'm sure you never expected
to see my face on your phone.

This is a confusing
moment for all of us.

Things are changing.

Humanity is at a crossroads.

You are the men and
women who get to decide

where it goes from here.

Seattle was designed

to be the paradigm for all Colonies.

The way to control a democratic society

isn't through fear...
it's through distraction.

A happy Colony that still gives the Host

the resources they needed.

My model was a success,

and the IGA loved me for it.

But that love blinded
them to my true goal...

preparing for the day the w*r ends,

when the Host and the
enemies are dead or gone.

Hidden in the walls of
this Colony are the means

to fight a real w*r against
the Global Authority,

and I hold the keys.

Our enemy wants to erase

me and my work from existence,

and without your help,
they will succeed.

I'm sending my location to your phones.

I believe in a future

that isn't governed by the IGA.

I'm asking you to believe with me.

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- So do we believe?
- Yes.

- You wanna believe?
- You don't?

'Course I do,

but men who trust power tend to have

short life expectancies.

If this was a trap,

they'd have rounded us up
already or nuked the building.

Look around, man.

This is a movement.

We have to throw in with
somebody eventually

or else what are we doing?

You guys in?

Yeah.

What do we know?

Ford's got Kynes inside one
of Seattle Initiative's

black sites... they're alone,

but the building's secure.

- How secure?
- It's an armory.

How's our team look here?

Like a whole bunch of badass.

But we're short on medics.

My partner's a doctor.

- She combat-ready?
- She's ready.

Okay.

Kit up and meet back here at : .

Ford wants us in and
out before daybreak.

[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

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We need to talk to Bram
before we do anything.

Sure.

[BREATHS SHAKILY]

- [GRUNTS]
- Move!

Have you enjoyed your work
with the Community Patrol,

- Sergeant...
- Barnes.

Yes, sir, I have.

Good. That should make this easy.

Everett Kynes has committed treason

against the IGA and our Hosts.

He was using this Colony
for his own gain,

flouting authority
with his every breath.

And that makes you

the agent of a rogue state.

I'm just a public safety officer, sir.

Even if that were true,
do you think we care?

What do you want from me?

Is that an indication that I should

cut to the chase, Sergeant?

Earlier this evening, Everett
Kynes evaded arrest.

His co-conspirators k*lled a number

of our IGA soldiers in the process.

Witnesses indicate that
a Community Patrol unit

aided in the escape.

We've begun by speaking
with every Sergeant.

Next, it'll be every officer.

The person who speaks up

will keep their income,

their property, and their freedom.

But anyone found to be
hiding something...

He knows.

Knows what?

He may look like a Doberman,

but Mr. Garland is very smart.

♪ ♪

My allegiance is to the
IGA, sir, not Kynes.

Tell me what you want. I'll
do my best to provide it.

I wanna know where Kynes went.

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Uh...

There are two officers in my division

that you should talk to.

But they're just kids, right? They're...

Names.

- And the kids?
- Not a creature stirring.

Thank you.

Any good news?

Kynes is on the run.

Put out a call to the
Outliers to come pick him up

before the IGA does.

Sounds dangerous.

Let's talk.

[SOFT MUSIC]

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We're going in to get him tonight.

Does the IGA know where he is too?

Unknown.

You have a team of professionals,

just like you always wanted.

Shouldn't that put you in a better mood?

We're short on medics.

I don't have that kind of training.

You can do it.

What does "it" look like?

Kynes is hiding out at
one of his black sites.

We have to go in and get him
before the bad guys do.

And if the bad guys do get to him?

I'll handle the sh**ting,
you handle the repairs.

You believe that Kynes
is worth the risk?

Only so much damage one
man with a g*n can do.

If the balance is ever going to shift

in the Resistance's favor,

it's gonna be because
of a man like Kynes.

I wouldn't ask if I didn't need you.

Okay.

We need to wake up Bram together,

tell him what's going on.

No, we don't.

He needs to know what we're doing.

You're not coming.

Excuse me?

The Outliers are trained soldiers.

- You're not.
- I'm trained.

Not like them, and even if I backed you,

the others would balk.

Even if you backed me?

You're a liability.

[SOFT TENSE MUSIC]

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This is not your choice.

Tell her.

[SCOFFS]

I am a part of this.

You'll get your chance another time.

- She's going?
- She's a doctor.

"She" will now excuse herself.

♪ ♪

You are unbelievable.

I have been fighting this Occupation

for a lot longer than you have.

What are you doing?

Why do you want this?

Because they turned me
into a collaborator.

I went to work in that refugee camp

because I needed to help people.

And they exploited that

and I have gotta make that right.

Give all that to the kids.

Make it right by being there for them.

- They need you.
- They need you.

[SIGHS]

They're better off without me.

[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

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[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

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Hey, wake up.

We have to go.

Where?

Another w*r is starting
and it's not safe here.

Where's Mom and Dad?

I have someplace we can go.

Hey, trust me, okay?

I trust you.

Come on, let's pack up
your stuff quietly.

[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

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[WHISPERING] Come on, let's go.

Hey.

I don't look much like
Everett Kynes, do I?

Alan Snyder, Interim Global Authority.

Turns out that the
beloved Governor Kynes

is one of the worst traitors

in the short history of
our new world order.

"What does that have to do
with us," you ask yourselves.

"We're just Community Patrol.
We're working for beer money."

That's what I thought too.

But then, I had a very
illuminating conversation

with Sergeant Barnes.

How quickly he sold you out.

- [GRUNTS]
- [GASPS]

You're gasping when you
should be speaking.

I don't know where they went.

That's not gonna help
you or your friend.

Get up.

[GROANS]

They... they said they
were going somewhere.

Where?

Some place called Bonzo.

[g*ns CLICKING]

[SOFT INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Have what you need?

I think so.

That's it.

You good?

It's like a clearance bin
at some backwater g*n show.

- Could be worse.
- Could always be worse.

Before we go out there,

I need to know that you're straight.

I'm fine.

If you wanna hurt yourself,

that's your deal,

but I can't let you do it here.

I said I'm fine.

I know what I'm looking at, Will.

[TENSE MUSIC]

I'm at peace with things.

That's it.

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We found Bonzo.

So that's actually a thing?

It's a code name for one
of Kynes' black sites.

We've earned a little luck.

Well, don't get too excited.

Why, where is it?

It's in an old federal reserve building.

We think it's an armory.

We have to go in hard.

This is our last sh*t at him.

Either bring him in
alive, or k*ll him there.

[WHISPERS] Go.

Falling back.

Move, move.

We're outside. Looks clear.

[DOOR BUZZES]

Go.

We're on the lowest sub-level

on the east side of the building.

Copy. We're on our way.

Go. Keep on the move.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Hurry up.

We're at the front entrance.

[DOOR BUZZES]

Going in.

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There's a stairwell at the
end of your corridor.

Take it all the way down.

East stairwell's clear.

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Ford.

- A door.
- Got it.

- Breach.
- [g*nsh*t]

Enemy units have
surrounded the building.

How long do we have?

- Two minutes.
- [CRASH]

- You hear that?
- Pick up the pace.

Two minutes.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

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Move it. Move it.

Hold.

[DISTANT g*nf*re]

[DISTANT] Move up. Southwest stairwell.

Will.

Get Kynes. We'll slow them down.

Let's go.

[DISTANT g*nf*re]

Keep moving.

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[INDISTINCT SHOUTING, DISTANT g*nf*re]

Keep your eyes on the road.

We're at the door.

- [DOOR BLIPS, CLICKS]
- Be ready.

[MUSIC ESCALATES]

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Let's go.

All right, on me.

- [g*nf*re]
- [BOTH GRUNT]

Get down.

Move up. Move up.

- [g*nf*re]
- Move it.

Hold your fire.

Leave him. He's gone.

- Let me work.
- I said leave him!

Hold your position.

[DISTANT g*nf*re]

You wanna stay alive?

Get behind me.

♪ ♪

They're all over the place.

The best way out is through
the parking structure.

Go. I'll keep them busy.

[FOREBODING MUSIC]

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Meet you at the rally point.

Let's go.

You watch the doorways.

You guys come with us.

[g*n CLICKING]

Move.

Hurry up.

[TENSE MUSIC]

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[MEN GRUNTING]

[g*nf*re]

[MAN GRUNTS]

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- Here she is.
- There they are.

- [g*nf*re]
- Take 'em out!

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

Enemy contact in the parking garage.

Kynes is hit.

We need cover. We're bringing him out.

[GROANING]

Just stay with me, okay?

All clear. We're moving out.

[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

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[KEYS JINGLING]

I didn't know where else to take her.

You did the right thing.

[DISTANT] This room's clear

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Where's Garland?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

You okay?

Body armor got the worst of it.

I didn't notice Kynes amongst the dead.

I hit him myself.

Unless he's got a fairy godmother

and a level-one trauma
unit we don't know about,

he's toast.

This is a real mess.

No sh*t.

You hand me Outliers

and you see how different
the results are.

I might be able to arrange that now.

The good news is that you were right.

This appears to have been
Kynes' private armory.

I don't care how good his Outliers are.

Without weapons, he
doesn't have an army.

Shall we call it a victory, then?

I need you back on the field right away.

I'll be there.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪ ♪

He gonna make it?

I need to open the rib
cage to find the bleed.

[GROANING]

I need two O Negative donors.

Three is better.

Anyone hear from Bowman?

- Negative.
- Negative.

[FOREBODING MUSIC]

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