Previously on Colony...
I was meeting with
one of the cells,
who claimed to have
recently captured
a high-level IGA official.
Snyder.
[gasping]
[explosion]
Outliers were killed?
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 killed Outliers.
Seems to be having
the desired effect.
We're supposed to believe
that Harris attacked 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 slave army.
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.
[soft suspenseful music]
♪♪
[thrums]
[grunts]
Shit.
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 400,000 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--
killing 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 war?
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]
♪♪
[inhales and exhales]
[door whooshing]
[eerie music]
♪♪
[music escalates]
♪♪
[rattling]
[dramatic music]
♪♪
[tense music]
♪♪
The military 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]
[man] Moving on
to Bellevue Bloc now.
[engine turns over]
[tires squeal]
[soft dramatic music]
♪♪
[tires squealing]
[man] The IGA has us boxed in.
Get Kynes out.
Move, move, move!
[gunshots]
We're leaving.
Stay right behind me.
[indistinct shouting]
Keep your head down, sir!
Form up!
[gunfire]
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 gunfire,
indistinct shouting]
Gunfire, multiple shots...
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]
♪♪
[clicks, buzzes]
[whirs, clicks]
[tense music]
♪♪
[clicks, whirs]
[latch clicks]
♪♪
[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.
♪♪
-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-82,
come in.
Wake up, Whiskey-82.
This is Whiskey-82.
You're being forced.
We need you to come in.
When?
Now.
It's all hands on deck.
Copy.
♪♪
[trash can clangs]
♪♪
[dogs barking]
Keep it moving, all right.
-He's done.
-All right, move aside.
♪♪
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.
♪♪
[door opens]
It's martial law out there.
Huge IGA
military 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 war
on the 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]
♪♪
[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 war 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 war
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.
♪♪
-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 00:00.
Ford wants us in and out
before daybreak.
[soft dramatic music]
♪♪
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
killed 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.
♪♪
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]
♪♪
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 shooting,
you handle the repairs.
You believe that Kynes
is worth the risk?
Only so much damage
one man with a gun can do.
If the balance
is ever gonna 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]
♪♪
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.
[sighs]
They're better off without me.
[soft dramatic music]
♪♪
[engine turns over]
♪♪
Hey, wake up.
We have to go.
Where?
Another war is starting
and it's not safe here.
Where are 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]
♪♪
[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.
[guns 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 gun 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.
♪♪
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 shot at him.
Either bring him in alive,
or kill 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 door entrance.
[door buzzes]
Going in.
♪♪
There's a stairwell
at the end of your corridor.
Take it all the way down.
East stairwell's clear.
♪♪
Ford.
-A door.
-Got it.
Breach.
[gunshot]
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]
♪♪
Move it.
Hold.
[distant gunfire]
[distant] Move up.
Southwest stairwell.
Will.
Get Kynes.
We'll slow them down.
Let's go.
[distant gunfire]
Keep moving.
♪♪
[indistinct shouting,
distant gunfire]
Keep your eyes on the road.
We're at the door.
[door blips, clicks]
Be ready.
[music escalates]
♪♪
Let's go.
All right, on me.
[gunfire]
[both grunt]
Get down.
Move up.
[gunfire]
Move it.
Hold your fire.
Leave him.
He's gone.
-Let me work.
-I said leave him!
[man] Hold your position.
[distant gunfire]
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]
♪♪
-Meet you at the rally point.
-Let's go.
You watch the doorways.
You guys come with us.
[gun clicking]
Move.
Hurry up.
[tense music]
♪♪
[men grunting]
[gunfire]
[man grunts]
♪♪
-Here she is.
-[man] There they are.
[gunfire]
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]
♪♪
[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 shit.
You hand me 20 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.
[foreboding music]
♪♪
[curfew sirens blaring]
[sirens continue]
♪♪