Silo

We do not know why we are here.

We do not know who built the Silo.

We do not know why everything outside the Silo is as it is.

Good morning, Sheriff.

Hey, Sam. You awake yet?

I'm about halfway there.

We do not know when it will be safe to go outside.

We only know that day...

is not this day.

Hey.

You're in early.

Yeah, I couldn't sleep. Got the damn leg cramps.

When you get your coffee, meet me in holding 3.

Three?

You want some coffee?

What are you doing?

I wanna see her.

No, Sheriff.

I should've done it three years ago. But I couldn't listen.

Hey. Stop.

Come on out of there. Let's talk about this.

I made up my mind, or I wouldn't be in here.

I'm sorry, Sam.

You're gonna say this to me after all we've been through?

Want me to wait till Sandy gets in?

I don't want you to say it.

Please, Sheriff. Don't say it.

- Deputy Marnes... - Please, Sheriff.

I wanna go out.

While you get things rolling, I think I'm gonna lie down.

Are you getting coffee?

I am, I am!

Okay. I'll take milk, please. Actually, no milk. I don't... I don't...

I don't need any milk. No.

- Come on. It's almost 8:00. - Okay.

- Please. - Okay, coming.

Thanks.

I don't know why we're doing this.

We're not gonna get it. We had two tries.

I can't believe it.

- - Third time's a charm.

You're just excited to have sex every day.

Hey, you could be pregnant a month from now.

- Please let it be more than that. -

You know I love you no matter what.

Shut up. We're doing this. Let's go.

Allie, his office doesn't open for an hour.

Yeah. Well, we can get some breakfast.

We can talk about baby names.

Which will be me just humoring you, because obviously,

if I'm giving birth to this little critter,

I'm naming it whatever the hell I want.

Okay.

- Good luck. - Oh, thanks.

- Congratulations. - Yeah. Thank you.

Thanks.

- Hi. -

Oh, hi. Congrats.

Hi.

I really hate this part.

People are just happy for us.

Oh, I just wish everyone didn't know.

Oh, shit.

Sheriff, Mrs. Becker.

I... I don't mean to intrude.

So don't.

There's your famous tell-it-like-it-is manner.

Why everyone likes you.

If everyone likes me, I'm not doing my job.

Mrs. Becker, your husband might not be interested in what I have to say...

What I'd be really interested in

- is you leaving us alone, Gloria. - Holston.

But whatever our sheriff may have told you,

I provide fertility counseling...

Oh, yeah? Like what?

Your husband's waiting for me to say something

I'm not legally allowed to say.

- Such as? - Clever.

I have no desire to be sent out. Thank you, Sheriff.

Mrs. Becker, if you have an open mind, come see me.

I wish you both the very best.

What does she do exactly?

She goes right to the edge of promising people a baby

if they do what she says, which is fraud. And it's cruel.

I'll let that go numb.

Now, after I remove the birth control, it'll take two to three weeks

for your hormones to reset.

Now, that said, some couples do become pregnant

within days of getting clearance.

But then, you know all this.

Is this your, uh... your second time?

- Third. - And last.

I'm almost thirty-eigh... eight.

Can you feel this?

Just pressure.

Well, even though you're numb, it's still gonna feel weird.

We make sure the capsule's implanted quite deep

so it never gives you any trouble.

- But not for long, as I am done. -

And there it is.

- - You are no longer under birth control.

You are now free to make a baby.

Thank you, Mrs. Flores.

I swear if one more person congratulates us...

Impregnate me. Now.

- Yes, ma'am. -

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait. - Mmm. What?

Remember last time?

At some point, this is gonna start feeling like work.

- Best work ever. -

We tried, like, four times before we finally got clearance,

so now's your time.

Yeah, let's hope.

My cousin Charlene,

she convinced her husband he had to dye his unit blue.

Did it work?

- They got pregnant. -

But I'm sure his blue dick had nothing to do with it.

She was just fucking with him. Gives you a clue to that marriage.

- Hello, Bernard. - Morning, Bernard.

Karen. Allison.

I see you posted an article

on our BBS about recovering deleted files.

- I did. - You do know you need to get my approval

for any IT-related content before it goes wide.

Well, I figured we could cut down on service calls

if people could handle some things on their own.

Hmm. I took it down. Your post.

I have no doubt your intentions were good,

but our reporting structure is there for a reason.

- Got it. - Hmm.

Fucking asshole.

Did you know you were breaking the rules?

No. Maybe. Kind of.

There's too many rules.

Well, you wanted to work in IT.

It's not just IT. It's everywhere.

We blame the rebels for erasing our history, right?

Yes.

So why can't we ask questions about that stuff?

And if losing our history is so bad, why can some goons from Judicial

send you down to the mines

if you happen to have a relic from the before times?

Allison.

Really?

You're gonna use your sheriff voice with me?

Honey, the Pact is the only history we have.

What if a bunch of rule-breakers decide they wanna see for themselves

what it's like above ground?

They somehow manage to open that door, we are done.

Part of my job is making sure that doesn't happen.

I got my period.

I know, I know. We still have time.

What are you so afraid of?

I'm afraid some drunken, pyromaniac adolescent with a cherry bomb

is gonna start a fire that sets off a stampede.

Are you done? Is it safe for me to speak?

Since you've been wearing the sash and we've been wearing a badge,

Freedom Day has gone off without a hitch. And that's a long damn time.

All deputies will be on patrol,

and we'll have fire teams on every tenth level.

It's getting harder to see with every passing month.

A long time between cleanings means things are going well.

No one wants a cleaning,

but people need to see what it's like out there.

- Mrs. Becker. - Oh.

- Hi. - I was looking for you.

- Are you pregnant? - Um, not yet.

But I'm afraid I won't be needing your assistance.

- Take care. - Oh, no, no, no.

That's not why I was looking for you. I'd like to ask you a question in private.

Oh, I hate that term, "Freedom Day." So simplistic.

"Put Down the Rebellion Day" would be more accurate.

Ma'am, you said you wanted to ask me a question.

Why'd you do that?

Because I don't want them to hear.

Who?

Well, who's got listeners?

Judicial?

Have you ever wondered what was on the servers they erased?

In the books they burned? If it was even the rebels that did it?

- I should get to work. - Oh, please.

I didn't ask you here on a whim.

I've heard you're someone who also

wonders.

Who told you that?

Why do we live underground?

What actually happened out there?

- I'm going now. - One last thing.

Do you really think you're the kind of person they want having children?

Three times with no success?

She just said it... it started to feel a little intentional.

Okay. Now she has officially descended from eccentric oddball

to completely fucking crazy.

I should send the psych team

- to pay Gloria a visit. - Don't. She just...

Just what? Said something that upsets you?

She and her husband couldn't have a baby.

She wants you to find out why.

You had your birth control removed, Allie.