All language subtitles for Colony.S02E12.HD

Previously on "Colony"...

Rise, Maddie Kenner,

and receive your welcome
into the Greatest Day.

[drone warbling]

Holy shit, it worked.

You can do something with the gauntlet?

We have someone who
understands the alien interface.

- Who took it?
- A group called the Red Hand.

Bram Bowman.

Thank you for your service in the war.

An attack on the Green Zone.

It was a massacre.

The Red Hand are your friends?

Everything that we built
was just set on fire.

Can we trust Alcala to
respond appropriately?

- Of course not.
- Which means that we need leverage.

I might know a way inside.

[indistinct chatter]

The suit just arrived.

Yeah, I heard.

You boys get your story buttoned up?

Actually, I was thinking on telling them

what really happened.

And why would you go and
do something like that?

You ever stop and
wonder how we got here?

[scoffs]

We got here because we took the money.

There ain't nothing wrong with that.

I didn't go private for a paycheck.

Just couldn't remember
why I signed up anymore.

So now you want to go to an Iraqi prison

because some dumb-ass on
your team got trigger-happy?

Good game.

B.

Don't talk to that suit
until you get your head right.

[gunshot]

Damn.

Do you ever miss?

Nope.

[gun firing]

You're Eric Broussard?

Yeah.

I'm here for your incident report.

Sign here.

What's that?

Your sworn affidavit
that you and your men

fired in self-defense.

We'll get you through the checkpoint
into Kuwait this afternoon.

These are commercial tickets home.

Home?

We have to get your team out of here

in case the locals start
demanding interviews.

It's company policy.

The locals should be asking questions.

We screwed up.

Nobody in Baghdad or Washington

wants this to be a problem.

So don't make it a problem.

[inhales sharply]

You want to clean your conscience?

Volunteer at a soup kitchen.

Go work for Amnesty International.

Just wait until you're out
of this goddamn country.

Understand?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

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[knock at door]

You okay?

114 dead in the Green Zone,

including four department heads,

and even worse,

an ambassador from the IGA.

How do you think I am?

You're gonna survive this.

Only if the people around me

remain loyal.

You know I'll stand by you.

Do I?

Because I remember asking you
to get rid of that girlfriend.

Instead, she walks an IGA
security team into a trap.

- I'm getting rid of her.
- Why is it so hard?

All you have to do is snap your fingers.

- She's got a son.
- Not yours.

I just want to make sure
the kid's in a safe place.

I'm taking care of it...

this morning.

We're gonna survive this.

Helena is the real problem.

Which is why we need to make the case

to the folks at IGA that she's the cause

of our recent issues.

If we had been left alone to
initiate the Seattle Protocol,

none of this would have happened.

You know that.

Do you know someone at the IGA?

I do.

Nolan.

We all have our needs.

But perhaps you should
be a little more selective

about who enters your bed.

I'm planning on it.

[sighs]

You haven't called me.

I'm trying not to take it personally.

I don't have anything.

Are you telling me that
despite the shocking massacre

that just occurred in this bloc,

you have nothing to report?

It's all just noise.

I didn't want to bother you.

Tell me about Nolan Burgess.

The Deputy Proxy.

You know, a man can only
play dumb so many times

before everyone starts to believe it.

You just oversaw a security failure

of biblical proportions.

Do you want to go down with the ship,

or do you want to start helping me?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

A file was illegally downloaded

to Nolan Burgess' home computer.

We believe the file
passed to the Resistance

via Nolan's girlfriend.

Katie Bowman's sister?

Yes.

What was in this file?

I love you.

I love you, too.

I'll come and visit
as soon as I can, okay?

Okay.

[smooches]

Hey, Hudson...

lay it on me.

Ow. Ah.

Be good, okay?

Maddie, Maddie, don't.

I can't, I can't. It's too much.

What if one of those maniacs
had come to our house,

found you and Hudson?

This is just until we
can clean up the bloc.

- He'll be safe there?
- Yeah, of course.

Look, it's an honor, actually.

He's gonna be with children

of top officials from
around the world...

maybe even IGA.

There's no better place for him to be.

I know.

I know.

[chuckles awkwardly]

♪ ♪

I know.

- [cries]
- I know.

I reached out to the Red Hand.

I tried to explain to them
why we need the gauntlet.

I couldn't even get to their leader.

Do we really need the gauntlet?

I'm not leaving the bloc without it.

Then we need to negotiate

and, if that fails, have a backup plan.

How we gonna make contact?

We might have a way.

[soft ominous music]

♪ ♪

We need to contact the Red Hand.

Why?

They have something we need.

They don't talk to anyone
outside their group.

That's their rule.

We just want to meet with them.

It's important, Bram.

I don't know how to find them.

Their friends at the
camp gave me a location,

but it was a one-time
thing... they're always moving.

♪ ♪

I don't believe you.

♪ ♪

You wanted to be...

a part of what we're doing.

This is your chance.

[sighs]

There's a guy...

a bouncer at a club.

[indistinct chatter]

I'm looking for Karen.

Man, get out of here.

I'm not telling you a goddamn thing.

Okay.

You know who he is?

Yeah.

I admired your Green Zone attack.

We thought your group might want
to take it to the next level.

We have a back door into Homeland.

Bullshit.

I used to work there.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Just take our offer to your leader.

Tell her we want to meet.

♪ ♪

What do you say, drink?

No. I don't feel much like celebrating.

Oh, come on.

We got an empty house,

a little music.

Hey.

Stop it.

Stop what?

I don't want to do this right now.

Don't want to do what?

[soft tense music]

♪ ♪

What do you think's
gonna happen to the bloc?

Nothing good.

And us?

It depends on the
choices we make, I guess.

What do you mean?

We live in a moment filled
with tough decisions.

Sometimes those decisions can seem...

selfish.

We're really just doing what
we need to do to survive.

Do you believe in the Greatest Day?

I mean, we have to.

Otherwise, how could
we live with ourselves?

See you.

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

Move in.

[indistinct chatter in the distance]

Hello?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [door bangs open]
- Go, go, go!

What are you doing
here? This is my house.

Nolan!

- Nolan!
- [handcuffs zip]

Wait.

- My son!
- Move.

No! You bastard!

What have you done with my son?

So Nolan Burgess is dating the
sister of a Resistance leader?

Yes. And this Resistance
leader used the relationship

to lead an IGA security
team into a trap.

Well, bad optics, obviously,

but how does this help us with Alcala?

A file containing
classified population data

was downloaded from Nolan's house.

It passed to the Resistance,

and they've been using it as propaganda.

Nolan's either complicit or careless.

- So we can squeeze him.
- Exactly.

And Nolan knows where all the
bodies are buried in this bloc.

We'll turn him and then
explain that his only chance

is to give up something on Alcala.

Well, it's nice to see
that you didn't lose

your gift for political maneuvering

while down in that camp.

I'm just trying to serve the Authority

and you, of course.

Of course.

That leaked file...

the Resistance has been
twisting information

to make some inflammatory claims.

Such as?

That the attrition rate in
the bloc is rising so rapidly

that Los Angeles will
be empty in two years.

We'll just push back
with our own propaganda

once we have Alcala under our thumb.

Is it true?

Uh, when I was proxy,

I was told that the
escalation was temporary,

that we needed to
populate new facilities,

but eventually the bloc's
numbers would stabilize.

Don't play innocent.

It doesn't suit you.

♪ ♪

You think she's actually gonna show up?

Why not?

As far as she knows,
she holds all the cards.

Behind the trees, 50
meters right of your mark.

Got 'em.

Somebody's coming.

You wanted to meet?

Well, here I am.

You have something of mine...

an object in a lead-lined box.

I want it back.

The RAP artifact.

I paid a price for that thing.

We brought down holy hell
on our heads by stealing it,

and it killed one of my men.

Then why do you want it back?

We made contact with a
resistance group beyond the wall.

They have scientists who
can do something with it.

This is an opportunity
to make a real difference.

No.

Why not?

It might be useful to us.

Like it or not, you're a part of
something bigger than yourself.

Our group is successful

because we don't work
with people like you.

Bogeys behind the ridge.

Your problem is you don't even see

the compromises that you've made.

You work with people
within the Occupation.

You've got hostiles trying to flank you.

Get ready to pull out.

Sources.

Yes, and you are corrupted
by your contact with them.

- Only an amateur would say that.
- I'm proud to be an amateur.

A million professionals were
wiped out the day of the Arrival,

and you still think those
tactics are going to work?

You can't even get a handful
of people to follow you.

Meanwhile, I'm turning away volunteers.

Then why did you kill Hennessey?

Because he would have flipped the
moment the Occupation found him.

- He was a good man doing good work.
- Really?

And what did he do to change the bloc?

He did a lot more than killing
women and children in the Green Zone.

They were collaborators.

And if you shed a single
tear for them, so are you.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

They're coming up on our position.

Either we fall back,
or I start shooting.

This was supposed to be a parlay.

Tell your people to fall back...

or we can all die here.

♪ ♪

That woman is a plague.

She'll burn this bloc down
without a second thought.

- She lost a child.
- Exactly...

which is why she'll keep
provoking the Occupation

till eventually they go nuclear,

which is probably what she wants.

So what do we do?

Take back the gauntlet...

and wipe them all out.

♪ ♪

Alan, always a pleasure.

Please, have a seat.

Forgive me if I cut
straight to the point.

I just learned about a certain file

that apparently disappeared
from this very house.

This situation has raised
certain unpleasant questions

with Homeland, of course.

They're ready to launch
a full investigation.

Unless I play ball. Hmm?

Unbelievable.

I save your ass, and this
is how you repay me...

with some clumsy blackmail attempt?

At least I didn't promise you

a level-three job in the Authority

and a house in the Green Zone.

You know what your problem is, Alan?

You know why you failed as proxy?

You're just too damn petty.

Yes, I might have dated the wrong woman,

but that situation has been handled.

I expect her to sign a full confession

before she gets shipped
off to the Factory.

Now she'll be able to
reconnect with your wife.

It's interesting how all your women

wind up in space.

[chuckles awkwardly]

Would you excuse me, Alan?

I've just got a mountain
of paperwork here.

- Oh, of course.
- You understand, yeah.

Why are you loyal to Alcala?

He wouldn't stand up for you.

Helena's been weakened.

At some point, you got
to place a bet, right?

See, that's exactly where you're wrong.

The moment you place
a bet, you're exposed.

- Were you able to follow her?
- Yep.

Our little bumblebee
tracked her all the way home.

- A theater?
- Yeah.

Not a bad place for a hideout.

Lots of entrances and exits.

Good job.

I got to tell you,
there's a lot of people

coming in and out of here.

How many?

Like, a lot.

[dramatic music]

You're back.

I need you to find the Bowman sister,

the one who was banging Nolan Burgess.

You know where she is.

[footsteps approach]

[door opens]

This is no way to treat a lady.

Unbind her immediately.

Miss Kenner, I'm so glad I found you.

I'm horrified at the outrageous way

that you've been treated.

- You can help me?
- Of course.

I'm here to make sure that
your side of the story is told.

I signed a confession.

This confession?

Seems like a whole
lot of nonsense to me.

How could an upstanding
woman like yourself

be solely responsible
for these kinds of crimes?

They said I had to sign it...

to keep my son safe.

They don't have the power to
keep your son safe, but I do.

I can see why you were
attracted to Nolan.

He's smart, handsome,

but he has the wrong kind of ambition.

And it's going to destroy him...

and maybe even the whole bloc,

unless he's stopped.

And you're different?

- I'm here to help you.
- No.

You're here to help yourself.

Perhaps.

But unlike Nolan and his friends,

I keep my promises.

What do I have to do?

Just work with me.

And in exchange, I'll protect your son

and keep you from going to the Factory.

Thank you.

I'll send someone to
take your statement.

Just remember,

the more you can give me on Nolan,

the more I can help you.

Fine.

I need to know something.

The Greatest Day...

all the promises they made.

Is it real?

No.

And my son?

Is there really a camp?

That's real.

And at least he'll be
trained for what's coming.

I'm sorry you picked the wrong guy.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Morgan was able to pull
off a flyby with the drone.

They have barracks for their
foot soldiers on the first floor.

Headquarters is up these stairs...

only Karen and a few key advisors

are allowed access.

They keep valuables in here.

There's the box with the gauntlet.

It was too dangerous to
get the drone any closer.

These are bad odds.

We really gonna risk
our lives for that thing?

That thing is the game changer.

Okay, why?

We have a RAP.

♪ ♪

- What?
- One of them defected.

It doesn't believe in what
the rest of them are doing.

Our RAP just needs the gauntlet
to tap into their communication.

It's the only piece we're missing.

- We got to get it back.
- Okay, but how?

They probably outnumber us ten to one.

Their soldiers might be fanatics,

but they're also untrained amateurs.

We can beat them if we
fight them on our terms.

Maybe we use the tracking device

that BB removed from the gauntlet?

We toss it into their hideout,

wait for the drones to respond,

and grab the gauntlet during the chaos.

Target's too exposed. We'll
never get out of there alive.

Then we do it the old-fashioned way...

hit 'em hard and fast.

♪ ♪

What do you think?

♪ ♪

I think our kids need a future.

[knock at door

Need to talk to you.

Your father and I have
to go do something.

And it's dangerous.

You're going after the Red Hand?

Yes.

- Because of me.
- No.

No, because...

they have something we need.

That woman, Noa,

she's gonna take our
family someplace safe.

But we have to do this first.

And what if you don't come back?

♪ ♪

Then you need to take care
of your sister and brother.

Go to Aunt Maddie,

ask for her help.

[scoffs] She won't listen to me.

She will.

She's... [scoffs]

she's still family.

♪ ♪

We'll be back tonight.

♪ ♪

I love you.

Hey, Mom.

Be careful.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Hola, amigo.

[silenced gunshots]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[gunfire continues]

[indistinct shouting]

[shouting continues]

[gunfire]

[gunfire in the distance]

[gunfire continues]

[gunfire, shouting continue]

Go.

♪ ♪

You okay?

I'm fine.

Better keep it moving.

♪ ♪

Is she...?

- Yeah.
- We're being overrun.

We've got the target. Get out of there.

She can't... she can't be dead.

She never told us where her base was.

- She never told us anything!
- We got to go.

♪ ♪

Hurry up. They're downstairs.

[gunfire, shouting continue]

Will, two bogeys coming up behind you.

Go!

[explosion]

Set! Move!

[indistinct shouting]

[gunfire continues]

Go!

Shit.

I'm out of ammunition!

Go! I'll cover you!

- We move together!
- It's too hot! I'll buy you time!

We move together!

You have a family!

Get out of here!

[gunfire continues]

- Where's Noa?
- Uh-uh.

Broussard?

He's coming. We got to go.

I'm out.

♪ ♪

[man shouting indistinctly
in the distance]

[bullets ricocheting]

♪ ♪

[drones warbling]

[drones firing]

[keys jingle, clatter]

Hello, Nolan.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm enjoying a drink.

- You should leave.
- Before you even hear my offer?

Alan, I told you, I'm
standing with Alcala.

I remember, but that was
before I got a chance to chat

with the delightful Madeline Kenner.

She had all sorts of
things to say about you.

Hell truly hath no fury...

Alan, she signed a full confession.

Under duress.

But she has subsequently
decided to elaborate.

For example, she explained
that you played a direct role

in getting a certain
file to the Resistance.

- That's a lie.
- Perhaps.

But consider it from
the IGA's perspective.

They aren't gonna want to take the risk

that you can be trusted, not after this.

[stutters]

What do you want?

Same thing I've always wanted...

to protect this bloc.

[dramatic music]

You give me what I need
to take down Alcala,

in exchange, Helena will push you

as the new proxy,

and your ex-girlfriend
problem will simply disappear.

What's your angle?

I didn't enjoy my time as a front man.

But I think I could be very
effective behind the throne.

♪ ♪

- To old friendships...
- [glasses clink]

- ... and new roads.
- Mm.

♪ ♪

Where are we gonna
rendezvous with Broussard?

He's not coming.

♪ ♪

We were about to be overrun.

He stayed behind to hold
them off as long as possible.

He's not dead.

♪ ♪

We have to move. Let's go.

[siren wailing in the distance]

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

Someone attacks the Red
Hand, kills their leader,

and then lures most of their
soldiers into an ambush.

The attackers used this
to summon our drones.

That's from the Host's gauntlet.

Broussard.

I'm not a man who generally
looks a gift horse in the mouth,

but why would Broussard
attack the Red Hand?

What did he want?

I don't know.

Show me the roof.

[footsteps approaching]

Sir, the Governor-General
is here for you.

- I can see that.
- Get out.

So you have been falsifying
your reports to the IGA?

[chuckles]

That's an absurd accusation.

Well, this appears to be an edit

made in your handwriting,

cutting the terrorist
incident report in half.

And that's only the tip of the iceberg.

I have everything.

- You got this from Nolan Burgess.
- Mm-hmm.

He seems to want your job,

which shows a certain
lack of imagination,

given that Los Angeles is going
through proxies like firewood.

What are you gonna do?

Well, that depends.

You haven't been a very good listener.

I can change that.

Well...

Los Angeles needs to project stability,

so you will remain as proxy...

but in name only.

People I trust will run the bloc,

and you will rubber-stamp
all of their decisions.

[sighs] What about Nolan Burgess?

Like I said,

the people I trust are in charge.

Yeah, I know what time it
is over there. I don't care.

Wake him up. It's urgent.

[knock at door]

Just have him look at the
file as soon as possible, okay?

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh.

- Up against the wall!
- Go, go!

- Now! Let's move!
- [handcuffs zip]

Let's go!

You have ten minutes to pack
whatever personal items you want.

Where's Nolan?

My son... I sent him to a camp.

How do I get him back?

[dramatic music]

Nine minutes.

♪ ♪

What are we gonna do?

Noa was our point of contact.

We're gonna get out of this bloc.

Then we'll figure it out.

We don't know anything.

We don't know where to go.

We don't know if it's safe.

It's better than staying here
and waiting for what's coming.

[loud thud]

It's me.

♪ ♪

Thank God you're alive.

♪ ♪

I shouldn't be.

[door closes, lock clicks]

What happened?

I got the Hands to
chase me onto the roof.

When they pinned me down,

I dropped the tracking device.

The drones showed up and opened fire...

♪ ♪

Shredded everything.

Except you.

Yeah.

One of them came down closer
than you are right now,

just stared at me.

And then it just flew away.

That happened to me...

coming back from Santa Monica.

Maybe it has something
to do with that, uh, file

that you found in the Blackjack's car?

Maybe you're both on
some kind of special list?

♪ ♪

[ship whirring]

To Nolan,

who shot for the moon
and finally got it.

You're bad.

Whoever eliminated the Red
Hand did us a huge favor.

Now we just need to
rein in the Greatest Day

and let the people in the
middle, the normal people,

take control of their bloc.

I hope you're right.

There's a call for
you, ma'am, from Davos.

They're up early.

- Excuse me a moment.
- Of course.

[device beeps]

- This is Helena Goldwyn.
- Governor-General,

this is Sabine Arnuad,
the chief counsel.

I'm afraid I have bad news.

I see.

What is it?

We just received word from our Hosts.

The Los Angeles bloc...

has been scheduled for total rendition.

♪ ♪

I understand.

♪ ♪

[line clicks]

[device beeps]

♪ ♪

Something wrong?

No.

Just the usual politics.

♪ ♪