Colony

Previously, on Colony...

This is amazing. Does it work?

Not unless I can find a high-quality lens.

I think I can get one for you.

Our cause needs all sorts of people, Katie.

It needs soldiers like Broussard

who can pull the trigger, and it needs people like you.

What purpose do I serve other than spying on my husband?

Whatever you're going through,

we're going through together.

You can tell me anything.

He was a government hit man before he sold out

to a military contractor.

Now he's a stone-cold killer.

Anything you can remember could help.

- Yeah? - He's coming for you.

- Hey, seen your neighbor today? - Nope.

What if you were passing information to the Resistance

without even knowing it,

being the trusting husband that you are?

I sent Carlos to the Factory.

Lots of decisions will always be made above our heads.

That's just how it is.

Please! It's just something in my throat!

There's just something in my throat!

I'm not sick!

I'm not sick! I'm not sick!

It's not gonna get any closer

just 'cause you keep staring at it.

What does it matter to you?

Because every time I see your sad-ass face,

I remember where I am. It's depressing.

What?

Nothing.

Been staring at me all morning.

Can't a man enjoy the sight of his beautiful wife

without getting the third degree?

Bram, what are you reading?

Some stuff for school.

Bram.

Gracie.

Your mom and I need to tell you something.

Charlie's okay.

Where is this?

The government found him in the Santa Monica bloc.

Who's he living with?

We don't know.

Is he coming home?

That's the plan.

That's the whole reason I went to work for the government.

So we could get him back home.

When are we gonna see him?

- I don't know. - What do you know?

I know I'm making progress.

I'm gonna be out late tonight.

Why? Where are you going?

I miss him.

We all do, Bear.

Hey.

What in the hell was that?

They needed to know.

You don't think that should have been a discussion?

There's nothing to discuss.

There shouldn't be any secrets in our house.

Helena. What a pleasant surprise.

Hello, Alan.

Always good to see you, of course.

Our meetings are just usually more... scheduled.

Well, I wanted to let you know

that the Chief Minister of the Pacific Coast

is coming to our Colony for the anniversary of the Arrival.

Here? Why?

Is there going to be some kind of celebration?

Not exactly, no.

More like a performance review.

Great. I welcome that.

I think things are going very well here as of late.

We're meeting all of our worker quotas.

Since the Geronimo trial,

we've had no significant insurrection.

Except, of course, for your abduction attempt.

A complete outlier

which has been fully handled by my counter-insurgency team.

I'm not the one you need to convince.

Of course.

I just want you to know that I stand behind my work.

Tell me, Alan,

do you think that anyone is afraid to do anything

in your bloc?

They gave us the power to govern our own way.

Yes, but they also made it quite clear.

We must maintain order.

Well, I don't think that order comes from fear.

It comes from providing people with a decent quality of life.

Hmm. I admire the impulse,

but remember what George Orwell said.

What was that?

"If you want a vision of the future,

imagine a boot stamping on a human face... forever."

Precisely my point.

This situation is bad enough. We don't need to make it worse.

All right, Alan.

Look, I just came by to give you a heads-up.

The Chief Minister will be here,

and he will be reviewing everything

that's going on around here,

and you can explain your policies to him.

Oh, and, uh, you should know.

No one else is doing it your way.

Get the doors.

They know everything?

Pretty much.

Not all the gory details, but what I'm doing, yeah.

They're good at it. They like it.

Which makes me a shitty parent, on some level.

Yeah, I couldn't tell my kids.

I mean, Gracie's too young, but...

I couldn't put that burden on Bram.

Not when Will doesn't know.

That wouldn't be right.

No, it wouldn't.

Why'd you want to meet? What's going on?

What if Broussard had followed Quayle's orders?

My kids need a mother.

I want out.

Wow.

I knew it was bad, but...

Half the cell is dead or gone.

Broussard is blown.

Was it worth it?

The price we paid?

All those sacrifices.

I feel like I let you down.

No, no, this is not your fault.

I should have done more about the Quayle situation.

I'll go to him and tell him that you served your time,

that he needs to leave you and your family alone,

or I'm out, too.

Thank you.

- Reliving your glory days? - Man, I wish.

Instead, I'm going through this stuff from Broussard's house

looking for something that might help us.

Got anything?

Well, he started three years at linebacker,

and his senior quote was Nietzsche.

Not sure that's gonna help us find him.

Jennifer told me to dig. So here I am, digging.

Aren't you gonna answer it?

First time it's rung since I took over the office.

Bowman.

You've been looking for a leak

in your department.

Who is this?

Someone who knows the source is your wife.

Do I have your attention?

Yeah, sure. Go ahead.

Take a walk to Wilshire. Get on the next Red Line bus.

Number 33.

If I so much as sniff surveillance,

I'm gone.

What the hell was all that?

Anonymous tip from our favorite cell.

Probably just a crank.

- Probably. - I'm gonna check it out anyway.

- You want some company? - Don't want to waste your time.

I sure as hell wouldn't worry about that.

Thank you for traveling

with the Transitional Authority's Red Line

from Westwood to Larchmont in 15 minutes,

all day, every day.

How's the gardening?

Well, that's our business, isn't it?

Planting seeds, watering them,

hoping they'll grow into something useful.

That how you know my wife?

I run her cell.

You don't seem surprised.

Broussard work for you?

I know he's the guy you want,

and I'm prepared to give him up.

I've decided to make a deal,

and you're gonna negotiate on my behalf.

And why would I do that?

Because you're invested.

If you succeed, I'll disappear,

and your wife's secret will disappear with me.

If you fail, her name will be

the first thing I spill under interrogation.

People died for you,

and you're just gonna sell 'em out?

You know, you work for the Occupation.

Do I really need to justify anything to you?

Here are my terms.

I'll roll on my cell, absent your wife, of course.

In exchange, they will get me outside the bloc

in downtown Los Angeles in a fully-stocked pickup truck.

Why? What's outside the Walls?

Pockets of survivors. The RAPs leave them alone.

Here's my number.

Call me when you're ready to deal.