Previously on Colony...
You're done
when the job is done.
Do not turn this on again
until you have eyes
on the missing host.
Good morning.
I'm Andrew MacGregor.
I, uh, run this place.
I'd like you to
write down everything
that you learned
in Los Angeles.
Children go to school.
Adults work.
And then there are no
electronics of any kind.
[suspenseful music]
[drone whirring]
The RAP.
It's online.
-Your enemy is coming here.
-[in Will's voice] Yes.
What will they do
when they get here?
Total annihilation.
God.
My department was responsible
for running analytics
on the dark web.
Monitoring bot nets
and arms dealers.
Nothing that specific.
We were trying to figure out
the shape of the thing.
But that was a waste of time.
It was just chaos.
And that's when you
hired the kid.
Yeah.
Some hotshot who was supposed
to get his feet wet
in my department before
he moved on to bigger things.
Then he got curious.
Started tinkering.
It was all hidden
in plain sight.
Extra data packets
attached to everything
that moved across
the deep web.
What was in the packets?
No way to tell.
It was totally encrypted.
The thing is, the volume
of information was enormous.
Almost 40 percent of everything
we were intercepting.
[dishes clatter]
I brought it to my bosses.
Two days later, the kid dies
in a traffic accident.
And then I get promoted
to a different desk.
I'm not the most political guy,
but even I got the picture.
We're going up against a vast
intergovernmental conspiracy.
The most powerful people
in the world
are betraying
the rest of us.
I got that from your website.
What I don't understand is,
why are they doing this?
Aren't they already in charge?
The kid--
he tried to crack the codes on
the encrypted packets, right?
Yeah.
But he ran into a brick wall.
He said it was like
nothing he'd ever seen.
As if the code had been
designed by an intelligence
far greater than our own.
Think how easy our
technology has made it
to seize control
of our planet.
Everything is online.
The controls
to our power grids.
The way we communicate.
The most personal details
of our private life.
It's all just sitting there,
waiting to be exploited.
Exploited by who?
Not who.
What.
You've done
an important thing here.
The world is asleep
on its feet.
We're gonna wake 'em up.
This can't trace back to me.
Trust me, I take every
possible precaution.
[birds chirping]
[click]
[birds chirping]
[ominous music]
♪♪
Remember to pick up Chris
at practice tomorrow.
Right.
Working late again?
Yeah.
Gotta get the gift boxes ready
for the holiday rush.
Okay.
[lightning crackling softly]
[thunderous pounding]
[door opens]
[ominous music]
Target acquired.
FBI.
Stay down, Laura, it's okay.
What the hell are you--
[grunting]
♪♪
[buzzing]
Do you work for them?
I've been going over
all the evidence.
You're in a lot of trouble,
Mr. MacGregor.
You just made your
first big mistake.
You see, before,
people thought I was just
some crackpot on the internet.
But now, I've got a platform.
People will listen to me.
Why exactly do you think
people will listen
to an accused pedophile?
What?
Your little cabin
back in the woods
stuffed to the brim
with child pornography
that horrified even
the most experienced agents.
You planted this.
You know,
I feel badly for your wife.
And your children.
Who betrayed me?
[ominous music]
Somebody smart enough
to choose the right
side of history.
♪♪
[dramatic music]
♪♪
[indistinct chatter]
[sighs]
What happened?
It's a machine.
Wait, who? The RAP?
Yeah.
That thing we saw in the
crashed capsule near Big Bear.
It had guts, no wires.
Maybe that's what
it was talking about.
Maybe that's one
of its enemies.
The RAPs have enemies?
That's what it said.
You knew about this.
I heard rumors.
There were a lot
of rumors at the IGA.
Most of them seemed
like rationalizations.
Anyway, why did it matter
to a bunch of people living
in a cabin off the grid?
It matters now.
The captured RAP has said
that they were being chased
by something much worse.
That they were on the run just
trying to defend themselves.
You heard that too.
It's time to start talking.
The RAPs said
they would protect us
if we gave them
what they needed.
A slave labor force.
The Factory's main purpose
is to build a defense grid.
That way, if the other side
ever catches up to the RAPs,
Earth won't be
annihilated in the fight.
Wait, so the RAPs are saying
that they're the good guys?
Do you believe it?
[sighs]
I don't know.
MacGregor shut down
the interrogation
before we could dig
any deeper.
Why? We should be in there
asking it everything.
You're right.
This is the best opportunity
the human Resistance
has ever had.
All of the answers
are a few feet from us.
My unsolicited advice
would be to tread very lightly
in those waters.
MacGregor's a man who likes to
be in charge of the narrative.
[ominous music]
♪♪
[over radio]
Seven, zero.
Copy that, Baker Five.
We'll rendezvous
at those coordinates.
Over and out.
I don't like it.
You don't like anything.
Maybe the signal went down
because the Occupation
cracked the code.
We could be walking
into a trap.
I know that guy's voice.
I've been talking to him
for six months.
And you'd know if he had
a gun pointed at his head?
[zips bag]
-We have to meet him.
-Why?
Because I need
the camp's location.
Do you really think they just
hand out that address?
Only a few people outside
know where it is.
You lied.
No, I said I would
take you to the camp,
and I will.
This is just the procedure.
Maybe I was
a little misleading.
But it's not like
you're giving away
all of your secrets
either.
You ready?
[foreboding music]
♪♪
[alarm blaring]
♪♪
[alarm continues]
♪♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪♪
The enemy.
Machines.
All of 'em.
♪♪
They conquered our cities.
They stole our lands.
They murdered
our friends and families.
And last night,
one of the enemy finally spoke.
♪♪
Lies.
It claims it is our friend.
That they came to support us
against another enemy
that has yet to be seen.
Now the truth is, this Click is
trying to exploit us.
♪♪
It knows that humans are weak.
Most humans are.
But not the ones in this camp.
[indistinct chatter]
This thing speaks
in contradictions.
We would drive ourselves mad
trying to sift through it all.
But we are not gonna
play its game.
So I lay our broken enemy
at your feet.
Now we can continue to listen
to its pathetic attempts
to beg for whatever
amounts to its life.
Or we can claim a true victory
for the Resistance
by destroying it.
Now, think for a moment the
message that that will send.
We destroy a Click, and while
they are still reeling
from that loss, we deliver a
devastating strike to the heart
of the collaborationist
military apparatus.
We demonstrate to the Clicks
and their collaborators
and every single Resistance
cell on this planet
that mankind
will not go quietly.
-[cheers]
-Destroy it!
[all] Destroy it!
[cheers]
♪♪
[foreboding music]
♪♪
Look for a bus.
♪♪
Who are you?
♪♪
Tania Two.
Three months ago
you broke protocol
and accidentally used
a real name over the air.
What was it?
Lawrence.
♪♪
Who's your friend?
He ran a cell in
the LA bloc before it emptied.
♪♪
Camp's never been
down this long.
I'm losing my shit.
What was their
last transmission?
Uh, a package had arrived
from Los Angeles.
Some alien tech.
A gauntlet?
They say who brought it?
Was it a family?
I don't know, man.
Are they your friends?
I'm thinking
we should disappear
before they start
rolling up our whole network.
Smart guy.
We need to get to the camp.
[snickers]
That's crazy.
What if it's been
overrun by the Occupation?
We have critical information
for them about some
super-weapon the Occupation
is building in Seattle.
I need the location.
I can't give the location
to you without authorization,
and that only comes
from the camp.
I know I'm asking you
to break protocol,
but this is an emergency.
Don't you want to know
what happened at the camp
before you spend the rest
of your life on the run?
[exhales heavily]
Stay here.
Your man looks like he's
gonna jump out of his skin.
You try living out here
for two years
with just a radio
to keep you company.
Actually,
you'd probably love that.
[indistinct chatter]
-[man #1] Make sure you get
that fire going, okay?
-[man #2] I will.
Hey.
What's up, Mom?
I gotta catch up
on some sleep.
Okay.
Smart, that one.
Takes after me.
Commander wants to see you.
I built this place
before the Arrival.
Bet this made for a nice
mountain getaway back then.
Hmm.
I was picked up on some
trumped-up charge,
so I skipped bail
and I dug in here.
The evidence against the Clicks
was overwhelming but,
some people would
rather be blind than see.
Not us.
Hmm.
The reason that this camp
has survived for so long
is that the people
who remain fall in line
behind a singular vision.
Yours.
Revolutions aren't won
by committee.
No, but they're won
with smart strategy.
Which requires accurate
intelligence gathering.
We have the enemy in our hands,
I can't think of one reason
why we wouldn't
want to question it,
find out more about
what we're fighting.
Because every word that comes
out of that thing's mouth
is poison.
We'll never know what's true
unless we keep
asking it questions.
We have information that
might corroborate
what the Click was saying
about the other species.
A ship crashed in the mountains
in Northern California
while we were making
our way north.
I saw that in your notebook.
And your scout
saw it too.
We stumbled upon
an escape capsule.
I don't know what was inside,
but it was not a machine.
I saw that in your notes too,
but there is no corroboration.
Well, all of this lines up
with other things that we know.
We've heard that the Clicks
are using the Factory
to build a huge defensive grid
to shield themselves
and us from whatever
else is coming.
You see, I did not see
that detail in your notes.
Do you expect me to just
give you everything?
Yes.
Well, there's more.
If we can work together.
[pensive music]
I invited you both here
this morning
because I hoped that we could
come to some kind of
understanding.
But you must realize that I
have provided food and shelter
for both you and your children.
It's a taste of civilization.
If you care about
the war you're fighting,
then destroying that Click
would be a huge mistake.
The people who stay here
succeed because they understand
that there is a line
that must be towed.
Now, you would not be
the first person
to come here with
a different philosophy.
That's absolutely fine.
I can't tell you what to think.
But I can show you the door.
♪♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪♪
-I got you.
-Ah, thanks. Phew.
♪♪
[man #1] Nice steady pour.
[man #2]
This barrel's almost full.
[man #3] Gotcha.
[indistinct chatter]
♪♪
[man] Tie it around twice.
♪♪
Hey.
What are you doing?
My dad sent me down to help
here with the detail.
Then help
with the fertilizer.
♪♪
He's taking too long.
Give him a minute.
Why didn't he want us to
listen to his conversation?
Because he's protecting
his sources.
You would've done
the same thing.
Here you go.
Coordinates.
Thank you.
If camp finds out I gave it
to you without authorization--
Hey, desperate times,
desperate measures.
You going on foot?
You got a better idea?
-Hey, do you think that they--
-Move.
-Get out of here.
-What's going on?
[ominous music]
♪♪
[gunshot blasts]
♪♪
[suspenseful music]
♪♪
Where were you guys?
[sighs]
MacGregor's.
-[Bram] How'd it go?
-Not well.
Where's the RAP?
Don't know,
but MacGregor's got no interest
in hearing another word
from that thing.
You really think
he's gonna destroy it?
Because that would
be a really big problem.
How big?
We need to get
out of this camp.
-And go where?
-Anywhere, far from here.
MacGregor's just bluffing.
He's too smart
to destroy the RAP.
Too smart is not
my read on that man.
There's something else.
They're building a bomb.
A big one.
15, maybe 20 55-gallon drums
loaded with fertilizer
and diesel fuel.
[sighs]
Ammonium nitrate.
Same thing McVeigh
used in Oklahoma City.
What are they putting it in?
Right now,
just a couple of pickups,
but they've got
a lot of barrels.
Way more than
the pickups could carry.
[ominous music]
For a place so worried
about staying hidden,
they seem to be doing
everything they can
to get noticed.
I hate to repeat myself,
but we need to leave.
Now.
We don't even know
if we can leave.
MacGregor doesn't
trust us any more
than we trust him
at this point.
We need to go
back to Vincent.
He cared enough about
communicating with that RAP
to disobey MacGregor
and to come find us.
And he has people.
♪♪
Yeah, we'll need him
if this comes to a head.
Comes to a head?
[indistinct chatter]
-What's the update?
-Nobody in or out.
[birds chirping]
The RAPs are still the enemy,
right?
Even if they came here
'cause of some other war,
they still killed tens--
I don't know--
hundreds of millions of people.
[sighs]
I know.
Sure wish this kind of thing
was black and white.
It isn't.
Then who are we fighting?
Same enemy we've
always been fighting.
The real war isn't
against the RAPs.
Or whatever was
in that capsule.
It's against ourselves.
[foreboding music]
♪♪
Keep watch.
MacGregor has eyes everywhere.
I shouldn't be seen with you.
But you risked it.
Because you know
the same thing we do.
The Click is
the most important asset
the Resistance
has ever captured.
It's insane to destroy it
for no reason.
He won't actually
destroy it.
That was just bluster.
His way of reclaiming
the narrative.
So what's he doing with it?
I don't know.
I've been cut out.
You're the second in command.
Your arrival here has
complicated our relationship.
You came for the gauntlet
because you knew it was
the best thing for the cause.
He doesn't think
I've been loyal to him.
It's MacGregor's camp
and his rules.
We all accepted that
when we came here.
That's because
we were trusting him
to make his decisions
with the good of the camp
and the Resistance in mind.
What if he isn't?
People came here
to fight a dictatorship,
not sign up for another one.
-I know.
-Then help us.
Do what?
Convince him not
to destroy the Click.
Not until we figure out
what it really knows.
[ominous music]
♪♪
I'll go talk to him.
♪♪
Wait.
We need to talk.
Talk about what?
Back there.
How'd those guys
get on us so fast?
He must've been right.
They were monitoring the radio.
That's one possibility.
What's your theory?
I'm thinking maybe
you walked me into a trap.
[foreboding music]
You come through the wall
with a superficial wound
and a sad story,
but I really don't know
anything about you.
♪♪
You haven't asked.
I'm asking now.
How dare you?
Like I've got something
to prove to you.
Tell me why I'm wrong.
What's my grand plan?
♪♪
If I wanted you dead I could've
shot you in your sleep.
Maybe you wanted
to lead the Occupation
to the Resistance camp.
I'm the one who got us
the coordinates.
♪♪
You want
an ironclad guarantee?
It's not gonna happen.
♪♪
You need to decide--
you either trust me
or you don't.
♪♪
[liquid sloshing]
-Move!
-Whoa, just hear me out.
Just look--
we owe it to this camp.
-I said move. Back up!
-Look-- Andrew!
This is a mistake!
It is not your call.
Take it to the trucks.
Do not forget
the chain of command.
I am not discussing this again.
[suspenseful music]
Just get back to work.
Come on, give me a hand.
♪♪
They just hauled
the RAP away.
♪♪
[indistinct chatter]
[ominous music]
♪♪
Hey, where are you going?
Uh, the agriculture detail
asked for a resupply.
Nah, I didn't hear
anything about that.
It's a low priority,
I guess.
[rousing chatter]
They're waiting for me.
Go.
♪♪
[gasps]
It's cold.
You really think
this is a good idea?
Unless you got
a better suggestion.
Maybe there's another bridge
that's unguarded.
You really want to hike
another 50 miles
up and down
the river to find out?
You're in good shape.
Just hang on to the raft
and pace yourself.
As long as you keep
moving your legs,
you probably won't
go hypothermic.
Probably?
I'm just guessing.
You're the doctor,
aren't you?
[water sloshing]
[foreboding music]
♪♪
[door clicks open]
How'd it go?
[sighs]
Where are they
taking the Click?
MacGregor is sending him
back to them.
He's putting it on a train
and shipping it north.
Along with the bomb.
North where?
Seattle.
They're bombing a Colony?
MacGregor thinks
it's a key target.
We've heard a lot of chatter.
Something big
is happening there.
Innocent people
live in Seattle.
I know.
Jesus, Vincent.
[ominous music]
I wish you could've seen
MacGregor at the beginning.
When everyone else was giving
up hope, we believed in him.
That man is gone.
♪♪
I know.
♪♪
I've done things for him.
Things I shouldn't have done.
♪♪
You can't change the past.
But what's happening right now,
you know it's wrong.
You can stop it.
♪♪
What do you need?
[suspenseful music]
[indistinct chatter]
♪♪
[chatter continues]
[liquid sloshing]
♪♪
[man] Oh, shit.
Fire! Fire!
♪♪
[man] You gotta move
this truck! Come on!
Give it to me!
You gotta get us out now!
You guys, come on!
♪♪
[man] Here, take this.
Come on.
Let's go.
The other side.
You got it.
♪♪
He doesn't want to see you.
Ugh!
♪♪
[whispers] Go.
♪♪
[panting]
All clear.
Oh, shit.
Drop your weapons now!
♪♪
After everything?
♪♪
Blowing up the Click
is a mistake.
Well, that's not
your decision.
Why not?
I helped capture it.
That's right, Vincent.
You helped.
Because you're a follower,
not a leader.
And now you're following
these two.
Do you even know
who they really are?
Don't let him
get in your head.
Do you really believe
all these stories?
♪♪
How they magically stole
the gauntlet from the Click?
How they were able to just
walk right out of the bloc
just before it was renditioned?
♪♪
And how they know things that
they could not possibly know?
♪♪
For instance, today
she told me that the Clicks
are building
fortifications in space.
♪♪
That's something
I intercepted with Broussard.
That's bullshit.
They're double agents,
and here to undermine us.
Now, you have a decision
to make, Vincent.
♪♪
You are outnumbered.
Lower your weapon.
Unless you're willing to die
for a couple of strangers.
[Will] Don't do it.
♪♪
Take them to the brig.
♪♪
[birds chirping]
[ominous music]
♪♪
What's that?
I found a crashed crate
in the woods.
[sniffles]
I think they're dropping
those from planes.
The Occupation?
[shudders]
Get warm.
Shouldn't have accused you
of walking me into a trap.
I'm sorry.
I didn't realize
you knew that word.
I just--
I've had some bad experiences.
Guy I followed
after the Arrival
turned out to be
in it for himself.
One of my crew members
tried to kill me.
You don't have to explain.
[solemn music]
Just had to be sure.
♪♪
So you trust me now?
♪♪
Yeah.
♪♪
I trust you too.
♪♪
Damn it!
[indistinct chatter on radio]
[suspenseful music]
♪♪
Oh, God.
Ow!
[groans]
Oh.
No!
[groans]
♪♪
[foreboding music]
That's weird.
♪♪
Be ready.
♪♪