Colony

Previously on Colony...

You want my help? We want our son back.

You help me, I help you.

We need to know how close they are.

There's a woman running a unit,

ex-CIA, if I had to guess.

They caught the bastards and put the bomb on a truck.

I'm gonna use him, work my way up the food chain,

find Geronimo, and then we get Charlie back.

Why can't I go to school anymore?

Because the government is giving us a tutor.

So that's gonna be your new teacher.

Geronimo needs every soldier loyal to the cause

ready and willing to fight.

You have contact with him?

We're close to executing an operation that will give us

a fighting chance to end the occupation itself.

My fellow colonists,

welcome to day 341 of our occupation.

This morning I want to talk to you about an ordinary man,

a family man.

His name is Tom, and he works the loading dock

in Ward Six, graveyard shift.

Tom's wife was killed during the arrival,

and now he lives with his 12-year-old daughter, Fiona,

in a house shared with four other families.

But Fiona made a mistake.

She blamed the raps for her mother's death

during lunch at school,

and one of the teachers overheard her.

And even though she was just telling the truth,

she was expelled.

Now...

Fiona's friends are afraid to talk to her.

She spends her days alone in the house.

Tom watches his little girl

withdraw deeper and deeper into her shell.

She misses her friends.

She misses her mother.

This breaks Tom's heart.

But we all face hardships

in this new reality, don't we?

What matters is what we do with our frustration,

how we turn our anger and sorrow into action.

Triangulating.

Less than 3 kilometers.

So, last Tuesday night, Tom left for work

at the usual time.

That night, as Tom was loading another truck

with the tools of the occupation,

he decided to add his own special package.

An hour later, Tom's package exploded

inside the Santa Monica Gateway.

His timing was perfect.

The bomb destroyed a military convoy

that was about to move into our Block.

The collaborators got a taste of their own medicine.

Tom is a genuine American hero.

And imagine if he wasn't just one in a million,

but one of a million.

Turn left up there.

What if we all found the courage to push back?

Don't wait until your daughter gets thrown out of school

or your wife gets sent to the factory.

The history of free men

is not written by chance.

It is by choice.

And our choice is clear, my friends--

resist or die.

I am Geronimo. You are Geronimo.

We are Geronimo.

It's clear. Go, go.

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- Go, go, go! - All right, we're in!

All set, 347.

Do you need backup? Can you confirm?

Negative. Target not acquired.

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Everyone has a first time.

I know.

Mine was named Giovanni.

He was 19, a student from Naples.

I was 22-- late bloomer.

There's nothing wrong with waiting for the right one.

Right one?

He didn't even speak English, but the accent was hot.

I was so scared.

I was so nervous I wasn't gonna do it right.

He's Italian, so he was an old pro.

Took me through it, and wouldn't you know, I survived.

We're still talking about sex, right?

You're surrounded by people who know what they're doing.

Just relax, follow our lead. You'll get through it.

Copy that. Keep me posted.

All set.

Hey, Justin.

Ever shot one of these?

Only at the range.

Hopefully you won't need it,

but if you do, it's point and click.

Okay.

Listen up.

Target is en route.

We are a go.

Hey, you'll be great.

Yeah.

Shit!

Pull him out of there.

- Oh, what the hell, man? - Don't move!

- Freeze! - Don't move!

Get down! Now!

Stay down.

What's your call sign?

Transpo, Unit 16.

Mayday! Mayday! TU 16, hijack in progress!

Request immediate assistance, Magnolia and 7th!

Clock one.

All units, all units, hijacking in progress...

Clock two.

Hey, we're getting an audience.

Hey, man, let us in on this.

We'll help you out, you help us out.

We don't need help. Get off the street.

You really gonna shoot me?

If you touch the truck, yeah.

Okay, ready? Let's go! Go, go, go!

Down! Get down!

Let's go.

Okay. It's okay. It's okay.

We're gonna get you help, okay? Here...

You're okay.

He's bleeding everywhere. I don't know what to do.

We can't move him.

Oh, my God, we can't leave him!

It's gonna be okay. It's okay, Justin.

Katie, move!

That's enough. He's gone.

- Drones incoming! - Come on.

Pull out!

We got to get out of here!

Stop clock two.

98 seconds.

Leave it! Leave it!

Stop clock one.

We're out.

Kids?

Kids? You need to clean up before you can play.

Okay.

Hi, Mrs. Bowman. Gracie and I were just working--

Are you okay?

I'm fine. Thank you. I'm just gonna take a shower.

Katie!

Katie!

No.

You in here?

Hey.

Okay.

All right.

Okay.

So...

That was kind of weird.

To be clear, I'm not complaining.

Babe...

Hey. Hey.

Hey, what's--

Katie.

Katie, come on.

- You want to get lunch? - I can't.

- You got someone better? - I'm not blowing you off.

I just have some family stuff I have to handle.

Catch up later?

Hey.

Shut the door.

Nice.

Thank you.

You see the launch the other night?

Yeah.

It was different, though, wasn't it?

The noise.

That's very perceptive.

What do you think it was?

Whatever it is, it is way beyond our comprehension,

like, uh, if you were to show a jet engine

to somebody at the turn of the century.

But the bigger mystery is,

what exactly is happening up there?

What do you mean?

The last three nights, I've been monitoring the skies,

and...

I saw something up there.

It's in the Earth's low orbit-- something huge.

Like, it blocked out Polaris for a minute.

Then it disappeared.

You have a telescope?

I got a-- I got a small one...

but I'm working on a bigger one.

Damn.

Don't mess with the drones.

Now, this truck was headed to the Green Zone.

Four dead redhats-- it wasn't a food riot.