Previously on Colony...
Mr. Kynes specifically
assigned us to be your escort.
Trust me, Mr. Garland
is gonna keep me very safe.
[sighs] I ran into Will Bowman
last night. They abducted me.
[groans]
[Amy] Are you really
comfortable putting
your life--
our lives in the hands
of a guy like that?
-Not this one again.
-Dad.
Hey, Sal.
This is Gracie.
I've been looking forward
to meeting you.
Every day I work for Kynes,
I get more intel.
One of the Outliers
in my crew
scouted the uptown facility.
He wants to hit it.
Is it time to let them
have some guns?
How'd you find me?
I printed up this list
at the refugee camp.
My husband is on it.
So are you.
If this checks out,
I'll be in touch.
Hey!
[tense music]
[lock clicks,
chamber whooshes open]
[gagging]
[retching]
[coughs, spitting]
[breathing heavily]
[zipper closes]
[speaking Persian]
[speaking Mandarin]
[ominous music]
♪♪
[footsteps, twig snaps]
♪♪
[odd warbling]
♪♪
[breathing heavily]
-[odd warbling]
-[grunts]
♪♪
[odd warbling]
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[dramatic music]
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Couldn't sleep?
I'm used to that.
Today I actually had
a reason to get out of bed.
You still want to go
to the meet?
Hell, yes.
You don't?
I worked so hard
to rebuild here.
I mean, it's not much,
but it's something.
All we've built
is a distraction.
It's like this Colony.
Just bright and shiny enough
to keep us from wanting
to dig any deeper.
I know.
It's still a risk.
We don't know anything
about these people.
We know
they're professionals...
unlike any other cell
we've had to deal with.
What about the kids?
-What about them?
-This decision affects them.
-Bram gets it.
-Gracie doesn't.
She just wants
a normal life.
I thought you would jump
at this chance--
a real insurgency,
one that's trained
and organized,
one who can help us figure out
what's really going on.
A lot's changed, Will.
Yeah.
Well...
I'm going.
[engine turning over
in the distance]
Okay.
So am I.
I wanna hear what
they have to say.
[ominous music]
♪♪
[men grunting,
punches thudding]
♪♪
[man whistles]
These are the guys
I was telling you about.
This is Harris.
-You run this show?
-That's right.
You guys know
a lot about us.
I just want to know how.
I'm an Outlier.
So is he.
Him, too.
Same is probably true
for you
and most of the folks
in this gym.
What the hell
is an Outlier?
Professionals--
flagged and tracked
by the Occupation
since before the Arrival.
I work
in the refugee camps.
We identify Outliers
the moment they register
and quietly relocate
them into the Colony.
Why?
The Occupation
is building an army.
The Morks are on the run,
fighting a war
against something else.
That's why
they colonized us.
And when their enemy
catches up to them,
the Outliers are gonna be
their first line of defense.
We all thought
we survived the purge
because we were smart.
Turns out we're not
as clever as we thought.
I don't know.
I'm pretty clever.
[chuckles]
Occupation
made a big mistake
putting you all
in the same Colony like this.
We have an opportunity
to exploit it.
[sighs] Look, it seems
like a compelling story.
How do I know
it's not just a fairy tale?
We abducted a high-level IGA
official and interrogated him.
Here in Seattle?
We have the whole
thing on tape.
The answers the
official gave us
fit with the intel
I collected in L.A.
Classified
Occupation documents--
they talk about building
a biological weapon in Seattle.
-You have these documents?
-Some place safe.
Like she said,
there's a lot of talented
people in this Colony.
Put them together,
we could do some real damage.
[sighs]
All right, I've got a contact
high in local authority.
Give me a beat.
Let me verify it.
And if it checks out?
We're in business.
[indistinct chatter]
[dramatic music]
♪♪
You look like a man
who's flush with information.
I was meeting
with one of the cells.
They just recruited
some new members who claim
to have recently captured
a high-level IGA official.
Snyder.
The other night at his hotel,
me and Ford are watching him.
He disappears for an hour.
Comes back
with a bullshit story.
These new recruits,
did they say
what Snyder gave up?
No details, but it's
about the Outlier program.
[chuckles]
I was getting tired
of that little rat
running around my Colony.
Actually...
he contacted me
last night...
said he had something important
that I needed to see.
Then I think you should go
talk to the man.
Don't let him know
what we know.
Just ask him
some follow-up questions
about his disappearance.
Let him hang himself.
[engine rumbling]
Funny, I thought you said
you were gonna be alone.
Forgive me.
Some of my recent experiences
have made me a bit less
trusting of people.
Oh, you mean like the girl
you paid to slap you around?
No.
She delivered exactly
as advertised.
You said you had something
to talk about?
I'm afraid that was a lie.
I asked you to meet
because there's something
you can do for me.
Oh, yeah, what's that?
[struggling]
[grunting]
[ominous music]
♪♪
[boat horn blows
in the distance]
I'm hungry.
We still got
a couple hours to lunch.
Yeah, well,
tell that to my stomach.
[chuckles]
[explosion]
-What the hell was that?
-An explosion.
-Hey, where are you going?
-To help.
You're running toward it?
[tense music]
[car alarm blaring]
[people shouting, coughing]
♪♪
[sirens approaching]
Hey, help is coming, okay?
Hey.
You're gonna be okay.
-Stay with me, all right?
-[woman screams, man sobs]
[indistinct chatter]
-What happened?
-Truck bomb.
Outliers were killed?
Along with
a lot of other people.
I'm gonna have to report
this incident to Davos.
You do what you want to.
I'm just letting you know
that a team is likely to arrive
to conduct
a full investigation.
We had a deal.
The IGA doesn't get
to interfere in Seattle.
The terms of the deal
were that the IGA
would stay out of Seattle
provided that
you maintained control.
It sure doesn't look
like control to me.
[indistinct chatter continues,
fire extinguishers whooshing]
[ominous music]
Harris isn't
answering his phone.
You need to find him now.
I'll handle it.
There's someone here
to see you...
from the IGA.
What kind of someone?
♪♪
Helena.
How many Outliers
did we lose?
Three.
Mm.
This is a problem.
[chuckles] You didn't waste
any time coming up here
to dance on my grave.
I was touring our facility
in the Central Valley
when I heard the news.
It was a quick flight.
Your errand boy,
Alan Snyder--
he's compromised.
Excuse me?
He was abducted
by a Resistance group,
which feels like something
he should've reported
up the chain.
I can only wonder
what he told them.
Well, I'm here
to talk about Seattle.
A model Colony.
-It was.
-Nothing's changed.
A day with one explosion
would be a great victory
for your other Colonies.
Well, it wasn't
just an explosion.
It was an attack
on a critical resource.
Our Hosts
will have questions.
Which I will answer.
I know why you
sent Snyder here.
I know why you
jumped on a plane
the moment you
heard the news.
It's because you and the other
bureaucrats at the IGA
hate what I'm doing
because it doesn't fit
in your narrow little model.
Thing is, I don't care.
And you don't have the juice
to change anything.
You might just get back
on your plane
and take your errand boy
with you.
[knock at door]
-Alan.
-Helena.
Are you out of your mind?
This is about the convoy,
isn't it?
Outliers--
you killed Outliers.
Seems to be having
the desired effect.
I signed off
on a false-flag operation
If our Hosts find out
about this--
A simple attack never
would have given us
the necessary leverage, and
this was just the first step.
What does that mean?
Kynes has been
reverse engineering
our Host's technology.
-You have no proof.
-But I know it's true.
And once we have the authority
to look under every rock
in this Colony,
we'll find more than
enough to hang him.
Killing three Outliers
isn't going to give the IGA
the pretext it needs
to come in here.
You haven't seen
my second act yet.
Sometimes I miss
the old Alan...
the one crippled
with self-doubt.
As I remember,
you fired that Alan,
sent him to some godforsaken
processing facility
outside of Los Angeles.
Live and learn.
Kynes told me that, uh,
you'd been abducted
by a Resistance cell.
Did he?
Is it true?
I play all sides, Helena.
That's my gift.
[chuckles]
[door opens and closes]
[foreboding music]
♪♪
They found Harris, sir.
[indistinct chatter
over police radio]
♪♪
Forensics found
the remains of an IED
in the back of the truck--
it detonated prematurely.
So we're supposed to believe
that Harris attacked the
convoy then blew himself up
en route to commit
another act of terror?
-It doesn't add up.
-It's nonsense.
They set him up.
One of the other cells?
I want an autopsy on him
as soon as possible.
♪♪
[Will] Here's the thing
I don't get.
You snuck into this Colony,
but me and the rest
of those guys
came through the front door.
Why aren't you
in one of those pods?
-Yeah.
-Maybe they're watching you.
Doesn't seem worth
the risk.
They must know that if a couple
of us find each other,
there's gonna be trouble.
They sure seemed to want you
in one of those pods
-back in L.A.
-Exactly.
So what changed?
What's different about Seattle?
And those pros you saw,
the ones who work for Kynes--
maybe they're Outliers, too?
Could be.
[sighs]
Hi.
Uh, can I help you?
This is my house.
You're Amy?
-Uh-huh.
-I'm Katie.
Uh, Will's wife.
Oh.
You've already heard
that much about me, huh?
No, uh, nothing, really.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
Um, can we start over?
How's that?
Still a little awkward.
-[chuckles]
-Right.
Uh, Will's here,
I'm guessing?
Yeah, he's inside
with Broussard.
They're talking shop.
They do like
their boys' time.
Mm.
[chuckles]
Did they meet
with the other cell?
We all did, yeah.
What'd you think?
They seem professional.
But?
I've learned
the hard way to, uh--
to wait for people
to prove themselves.
Broussard said you were
with him at the beginning
in L.A.
That was a long time ago.
Do you have a family?
No.
I was in L.A.
for a medical conference
when the Arrival happened.
So I'm alone.
Have you spent a lot
of time with Will?
Some.
Is he all right?
[solemn music]
He's been
through a lot.
♪♪
Has he done anything
I should know about?
♪♪
In my line of work,
I'm in the proximity
of a lot of tragedy.
Men and women usually
handle it differently.
[vehicle approaching]
Guys like Will...
tend to be
more action-oriented.
[chuckles]
[car doors open and close]
I'm sorry.
[clears throat]
[footsteps approaching]
[ominous music]
♪♪
What's going on?
Inside.
♪♪
-What the hell is this?
-Stay where you are.
What happened?
-Harris is dead.
-How?
There was a bombing
downtown-- a truck.
What truck?
A transport headed
for Blake Island.
-It was carrying Outliers.
-And Harris was on this truck?
No, he was killed
in a second explosion.
You hear anything
about this at the hospital?
I had lunch with a friend.
It must've happened
after my shift.
This wasn't your op?
-No.
-Wasn't ours either.
There hasn't been
a Resistance attack
in this Colony
in 18 months,
and then you
guys show up.
You think the four of us
have the muscle
to pull off
something like this?
You tell me.
The IGA official we abducted
said he came to Seattle
to find dirt on Kynes.
The Authority is trying
to discredit him.
-By killing Outliers?
-They're a military asset.
Hitting them would attract
a lot of attention.
Why would the IGA
destroy their own assets?
The man we're
talking about...
he's capable of anything.
Hmm.
I want to see the tape.
Fine.
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.
Who is he?
Alan Snyder--
a bloc governor
from the Los Angeles Colony...
until he got promoted.
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?
A special group
with special privileges.
What does he mean?
That's why we came to you.
We need to work together
to figure that out.
Harris was
your commander, right?
I know it's hard
to lose him,
but it's next man up.
And you've got to realize
we aren't the enemy.
I need to call someone.
They do not move
until I get back.
[door closes]
[ominous music]
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey.
I didn't know you were here.
Yeah, I was one
of the first responders.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Really? 'Cause I don't
think I'll be getting
much sleep tonight.
I'm just worried
about Gracie.
Where is she?
School?
Yeah, they're on lockdown.
I checked.
That's the safest place
to be. I mean, this--
this was
a professional job.
They're not going after kids.
Meadow says you take good
care of your sister.
She's been through a lot.
As you have,
I'm guessing.
You know,
the wife and I were talking
about how much fun it was
to have you and Gracie
over for dinner,
and I think you
should come again.
Okay.
Soon.
Harris was dead
before that bomb went off.
Sloppy...
almost like they don't
care that we know.
It's no coincidence
our problems began
shortly after Alan Snyder
arrived in this bloc.
Question is
how high it goes.
Get me the airport director.
Yes, sir.
You're on
with Garvey McCallum.
Hey, Garvey, it's Everett.
I have a question about
Helena Goldwyn's flight.
Where'd she come from?
Well, the manifest
said our facility
in the Central Valley.
But?
But there was a second
passenger on the plane--
an IGA courier headed out
to the island.
And they only come
from Davos.
Yeah.
-Thanks, Garvey.
-No problem.
-[taps table]
-[line clicks]
She was already in the air
when the bomb went off.
Helena's too political
to do anything on her own.
[scoffs]
[sighs] The entire IGA
is gunning for me.
I thought we had more time,
but it is what it is.
-Glen.
-Yes, sir.
Send an encrypted SMS
to everyone in Project Phoenix.
Let them know
we've just gone live.
Yes, sir.
[tense music]
♪♪
-[knocks on door]
-Hey.
♪♪
[sighs]
Shut it down.
♪♪
Are you sure?
It's a shame to kill
something this beautiful,
but...
we always knew
this was temporary.
All right.
♪♪
It's been a pleasure, Ev.
See you
on the other side, huh?
I hope so.
♪♪
[chuckles]
If it isn't the Ice Queen
and her evil little sidekick.
We need to speak with you.
I'd love to,
but I'm late for a meeting.
We ran tests on your
deceased bodyguard, Harris.
It seems he was designated
as an Outlier.
Do you know
the difference
between intelligence
and cunning?
Of course not,
because if you did,
they never would
have picked you.
You're about to pay the price
for your arrogance.
And when do you
pay the price
for selling out
your whole species?
I can't even blame you.
This is what happens
when you give
large power
to small minds.
Those small minds
are going to bring you down.
Just like our Hosts wanted.
Why do you think
they put the morally
bankrupt administrator
of a shitty community
college in charge of a bloc?
Or a failed studio exec
in charge of a Colony?
They saw our potential.
They saw weakness.
They knew you were
the kind of crabs
who would always drag
the others
back down
into the bucket.
Oh.
[ominous music]
Harris was my friend.
♪♪
[Will sighs]
[dog barking in the distance]
[door closes]
-You talk to your guys?
-I left word.
Phone crashed before
he could call me back.
Let me see yours.
It's dead, too.
Mine too.
Is that because
of the attack?
It's a signal.
What signal?
Harris said if the
network ever went down,
we should meet
at a rally point
and be ready
for something big.
How would he know
the network might go down?
He had inside information.
Harris worked for Kynes.
-What?
-It's how we got our intel.
How do you know Harris
wasn't a double agent?
I don't.
If the phone's a signal,
you need to get
to that rally point,
and we're coming with you.
No.
We have protocols.
Your protocols died
with Harris.
Fine.
You two come with me.
They stay here
with the rest of my guys.
All right.
Well, this seems like
a pretty stupid idea.
-What do you think?
-[door closes]
[scoffs]
Nobody asked me what I think.
I'm not authorized
to access the system.
We're giving you
the authorization.
That has to come
from Mr. Kynes.
Mr. Kynes works for the IGA,
which means he works for us,
which means you work for us.
I'm really not comfortable
with this.
Access the system,
or the next job you'll be
working will be reception
at the Arctic fabrication
facility.
[sighs]
What do you need?
This bloc runs
on information.
We want it.
Start by locating Harris
in the database.
I need to know how many
trained killers like him
are running around Seattle.
It's not working.
-Glen.
-I swear.
It's like
the whole system is down.
The server has,
like, four backups.
It's supposed
to be foolproof.
Find Kynes now.
I can't track his cell phone
without logging
into the system.
Then call him.
Um, it looks
like this is down, too.
What is happening?
I think Mr. Kynes
has left the building.
[tense music]
♪♪
Closed up tight.
Even if we did
a walk-around,
we probably
wouldn't see anything.
The light...
that's the signal
for all clear.
Then I guess we have
nothing to worry about.
♪♪
I'm going.
I'm with you.
♪♪
[car door closes]
[O'Neill knocking code
on door]
♪♪
I'm O'Neill.
New guys,
but Harris vetted them.
♪♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪♪
[whistles]
All right, listen up.
My name is Adam Ford.
Some of you reported
to my partner Harris.
When we recruited you,
Harris and I told you
that we worked
for Everett Kynes,
but what we didn't tell you is
that you all work for him, too.
I'm not working
for a collaborator.
Mr. Kynes
saved your life.
The same is true
for everyone in this room.
If you are here,
that means you are an Outlier,
which means
the Morks selected you
to be part
of their slave army--
some sacrificial first wave
to be thrown
against their enemies.
We should all be
in pods right now,
waiting for our chance to die.
But Mr. Kynes
put himself at risk
and concealed us all
from the IGA.
Now, a war is coming,
and our planet is gonna be
the battlefield.
The loser will fall,
the winner will go back home,
and the collaborators
in the Global Authority
think that they
will inherit the Earth.
Mr. Kynes has
a different vision.
The past 18 months, he's been
converting this Colony
into a kind of ark.
He's carefully selected
the population
for the best
and brightest--
scientists,
engineers, doctors,
educators, soldiers.
So, when this war is over,
Seattle is gonna be
ground zero
for the reboot
of human civilization.
This is the beginning
of the real Resistance...
the human Resistance.
[dramatic music]
♪♪
[sniffs]
-[door opens and closes]
-Gracie?
I tried to get to school
before they released everybody
but they kept me
late at work.
Sorry.
I kept trying to call.
Phones are dead.
It's weird.
I know.
What's going on?
I'm not sure.
But we're safe here.
Do you have to go
back to work?
No.
Not tonight.
It's expired.
-It's okay. I like it this way.
-No, it's not okay.
You shouldn't have
to eat your cereal
without your freakin' milk.
[engine turning over
in the distance]
You know why Mom and
Dad don't like being
around anymore?
Because I make them
think about Charlie.
I miss him.
Me too.
It's gonna get better.
Really?
Yeah.
[inhales deeply]
Let's get out of here.
-Where are we going?
-Meadow's house.
Her dad invited us over
for dinner again.
I like them.
So do I.
Go get your jacket.
Okay.
[scoffs]
[rain pattering outside]
Do you believe it?
I do.
It fits with everything
we've found so far.
What about Kynes?
You ready to trust someone
you've never met?
[sighs]
I don't know.
But he's the enemy
of our enemy.
And I'd rather be fighting
with the Outliers
than against them.
So you're signing on.
I am.
I want to be
a part of it.
I was lost for a long time.
But then hiking up
the coast with you...
I found purpose again.
Even when you made me swim
in that freezing river.
[chuckles]
That'll seem like bath water
compared to what's coming.
I understand the risks.
[foreboding music]
♪♪
[door opens]
I don't suppose they found
Kynes hiding under some rock.
Not yet, no.
He's out there,
plotting something.
Well, that seems
unduly pessimistic.
Maybe he knew that we
were coming for him
and he decided to run.
Then why pull down
your whole network?
He wants us to be blind.
Or maybe it was spite.
Regaining control
won't be easy.
But the IGA understands
how important Seattle is.
They don't want
this Colony to fail.
-You're leaving?
-I'm needed back in Davos.
Kynes still has his allies,
and it will need to be
explained to our Hosts.
Who are they sending
to run the Colony?
No.
This is a critical
situation, Alan.
You're the only one
I can trust to handle it.
Is that a compliment
or the kiss of death?
Well, we can argue
about it all you want,
but you really
don't have a choice.
They picked you.
You decided to come back,
and you made the mistake
of being good.
Good luck.
[dramatic music]
♪♪
[exhales deeply]
♪♪