Silo

Fuck.

Come on.

- -

Okay.

Oh, come on.

Come on.

This seat taken?

Um, no.

Please, sit.

You are one brave man.

How's that?

We mostly use Maeve's biscuits for counterweights.

Two friends of mine lost teeth trying to bite into them.

My wife's always trying to get me to chew my food more.

It was good exercise.

So, what are you gonna do now?

I'll do what I can to get some answers.

Down here?

- Are you even sheriff anymore? - Until I'm told otherwise.

So basically, you're hiding out?

No.

Maybe.

Well, in the meantime, why don't you do something useful?

Help us.

As far as the Pact allows.

I got a question for you.

What does the Pact say about people who stab someone in the heart

and try to pin it on others?

- I need proof that-- - Give me a fucking break.

You know it'll never be proven.

The mayor and Sims, they'll be laughing their heads off

at your pitiful attempt to bring them to justice.

While Walker, Knox and I swing from the bridge to Judicial.

The Founders established a process,

- a-a due process. - The Founders?

Have you... Have you ever considered that the Founders,

whoever the fuck they were,

were lying through their teeth about everything?

No.

No.

If we don't respect the order of things, then it all falls apart.

The Pact is what we have.

Those are the words we live by.

There comes a time you need to stand up and call bullshit.

All right.

Hey, who the fuck are you?

Lukas Kyle.

The shadow to the head of IT.

Holland doesn't have a shadow.

Meaning you can fuck off.

- Oh, no. I have a-- - Hey, that was us being nice.

Mm-hmm.

Do you want it to go the other direction?

It's blue.

Yeah, I know colors.

- - What are you doing here?

Mayor Holland asked me to find something in the judge's apartment.

- What? - I can't tell you.

Judge Sims ordered us to pack everything and bring it to Judicial.

I don't know what you're gonna tell him,

but I need to be alone.

Now.

So what are you gonna do? Saw your way up again?

No, we're gonna go late.

Up the far side, in those chairs Jules and Coop used on the generator.

And somehow,

by breaking into Medical Supply without getting noticed,

without getting your asses burned, you'll magically make things okay?

We're running low on everything, Walk.

We're down to tearing up rags for bandages,

using rotgut for anesthesia.

If your daughter were here,

she'd tell these knuckleheads

they're insane to go through with this plan.

- Can you come up with a better idea? - Damn right I can.

You don't need to get to Supply to get bandages.

You need to get McLain back, so she can get bandages.

Getting McLain out of detention is 200% more difficult than breaking into Supply.

I don't give a shit about the odds.

We should at least try.

She sacrificed herself for our sorry asses.

That should count for something.

- Of course it does. But-- - Don't give me any fucking buts.

You go ahead and do this thing,

get yourselves arrested or maybe killed.

And guess what?

McLain's still locked up, and we're doubly fucked.

Walk, it's just that we have to go about this--

Oh, do you know what? Get the hell out of my shop.

Go play your stupid game someplace else. I got real work to do.

- Come on, Walk! - You heard me. Out.

We all know how much McLain means to you, Walk.

Go!

You gotta be kidding.

- -

Two of my men were boxing up Meadows's apartment

when Lukas Kyle, that little shit you and I sent to the mines, barges in,

flashes his new blue ID,

says he's there on Bernard's behalf.

What's he doing?

I don't know.

And even if I did, I couldn't tell you.

Last I looked, you work for Judicial.

And since I am Judge Sims, that means you work for me.

Come on, Rob.

When you had my job,

did you report to Judge Meadows,

other than on paper?

Hmm.

Walk!

Wait. Hey, stop.

- Where are you going? - None of your business.

Actually, it is.

'Cause if you're going more than ten levels, you need protection.

I had a message on my computer.

They shut down messaging.

Well, they opened it up for me.

Who did?

Groundwater Removal.

There's a request for a service call.

The pump on 90 isn't working.

Last time I overhauled that, you were still in diapers.

Walk, it's a trap.

I'm guaranteed safe passage.

For someone who they said is connected to a conspiracy to murder the judge?

They said pump maintenance supersedes everything.

I still think it's a trap.

Well, if they throw me in a cell, maybe they'll put me in with Carla.

At least I'll have a few hours away from all of you and your stupid plans.

- What? - I have some questions.

Good for you.

No, no.

- - Look, tell your boss

he'll have his wool before the next cleaning, okay?

Okay. Ma'am, this has nothing to do with wool.

It's about something of vital importance to the Silo.

Oh, you mean like wool?

It's about Salvador Quinn.

Don't know anyone by that name.

Okay, well, does Terrance Penbrook live here?

That's my father-in-law, but he's up at the farms right now so...

Okay. Well, your father-in-law is a direct descendant

- of Salvador-- - Who's there, Josey?

He's from IT.

Says he needs to talk to you about Salvador Quinn.

What do you need to know about that fucking bastard you don't know already?

Sir, could I just come in? It--

No, no, no, I gotta see to the sheep. I'm already late.

Sir, sir, I don't think you got a close look at this,

at what color it is.

You want to be hauled upstairs for an official interrogation?

Thank you.

You make the wool for the cleanings, huh?

Yes, sir. Four generations.

Brandon here will be the fifth.

Of course, we do more than that.

We also make blankets, mostly for Up-Toppers.

What do you want?

There's property that's missing from the archives in IT,

property which Mr. Quinn took without authority

and that we believe is still in his descendants' possession.

Don't know anything about that.

No.

No, um, papers...

relics...

- books? - Books?

All the books were destroyed in the rebellion.

And why the hell would we keep anything of his anyway?

The name "Salvador Quinn" has brought this family only shame and dishonor.

I believe you and I wish that that were enough,

but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to call for a Judicial search team.

- What? No, we don't have anything. - Hey, hey, just a minute.

Okay, well, then maybe you should just do a thorough search to make sure.

I'm gonna get a coffee and then I'll be back.

Oh, come on. We don't have anything.

- -

Hey!

Can I give you some advice?

Sir, as I explained to you--

You haven't had that badge very long, have you?

I see you trying so hard to be a tough guy,

but it ain't you.

Real tough guys,

they hardly say anything at all.