Colony

Previously, on Colony...

Good luck, hermano. Be careful.

Two kind of guys roll through here.

Guys running to something,

guys running from something.

- Which are you? - I'm going to find my son.

Hands where we can see them!

- Why am I here? - I want to give you

your old job back.

That is, head up a special task force,

infiltrate the insurgency and bring us their leader.

They've agreed to re-opening some places.

We'd like the Yonk to be among the first.

You have someone on the inside.

- Who? - The Occupation just hired

my husband to hunt us down.

Next.

Next.

I got 20 credits.

So give me a staple box, extra unit of flour,

and a frozen chicken.

We're all out of chicken.

It's still on the board.

Yeah.

You want the rest, or what?

Different week, same shit.

We'll be fine.

You want fine? Fine's not good enough.

All right.

Just go before it gets any later.

I'ma try to make it back for lunch, but we're short a man.

What do you think happened to Will?

Don't worry about Will, okay?

I'm sure he's on the other side of that wall

looking for his boy.

I'm not worried about Will.

I'm worried about you.

Come here.

It's gonna be okay, mi linda.

Okay?

Yeah.

Hey, keep your mom out of trouble, okay?

- Okay, Dad. - All right.

Look, a drone!

Let's go!

Go, go, go, go!

Mateo, get away from the window-- come on.

- Move, move! - Come on, sweetie.

Come on, get in there.

- Move, move, move! - All the way over.

- Left, left! - Go, go, go!

Freeze! Hands where we can see 'em!

Hands in the air!

Stop!

Don't move! Stay where you are!

Oh, man, you shot me!

Aah! Let me go!

You-- don't move!

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And, in fact, the statistics show that...

Where have you been?

Walking the dog.

For an hour?

Why are you so sweaty?

What's with the interrogation?

Had to clear my head.

Good morning, sweetie.

Ooh... That's a nice tiger.

Now, why is he blue?

Because he's cold.

Okay.

Good morning!

Hey, guess what? No school today.

Your Aunt's gotta work.

I gotta open the Yonk.

I'm gonna need you to watch your sister.

Is this permanent or temporary?

It's permanent.

I've decided to homeschool you

in the works of William Faulkner.

So I'm going to need an essay

on his use of symbolism by the end of the week.

I'm serious, Mom.

I heard you and dad talking about a tutor.

For your sister.

No, no, no, no, don't worry.

I know how important school is to you.

Listen, things are about to get more complicated around here.

With Dad's new job,

and the Yonk opening,

and I'm gonna need you to pitch in.

All right.

Thanks.

Mm.

When did you get in?

I don't know, but I think I heard a rooster.

Oh...

- Where did they send you? - Security headquarters.

It's the old post office in Beverly Hills.

What'd they have you doing?

Physical, polygraph, shitload of paperwork.

Should've known the one thing to survive the RAPs is bureaucracy.

Today I actually meet the team.

So, I saw they gave you a car.

What do we tell the neighbors?

That the Transpo Department promoted me out of the garage.

I'm now the new driver for the head of sanitation.

And to think Daddy always said you'd never amount to anything.

Your daddy was just jealous of my motorcycle.

And my hair.

We're all jealous of your hair.

Will Bowman?

That's me.

I'm Jennifer McMahon. Follow me.

This is your ID.

Wear it around your neck at all times.

Had a badge before.

Not like this one. Don't lose it.

So what are you, SWAT?

I mine data from the insurgency

and look for ways to exploit it.

How exactly did they rope you into doing that?

I volunteered.

Yeah, when I was surrounded by Redhats

I volunteered, too.

Oh, come on. If you're gonna work for me,

you're gonna need to laugh once in a while.

At least smile.

Work for you?

Wait, were you under the impression

that you were going to be in charge here?

Now, that's funny.

Will Bowman.

Almost as pretty as your picture.

Who are you?

I'm Phyllis.

Sit.

And you run this place?

Didn't Snyder tell you?

Not surprising.

Alan has a way of doing things

that's... singular.

Well, you did an impressive job of hiding these past months.

I guess I had to, with the Authority out there

killing everyone like me.

Rehashing the Arrival isn't productive.

Our job is to keep the peace.

And hopefully, your skills will go a long way toward that end.

Am I still looking for Geronimo,

or did Snyder lie about that too?

Nope, that is the ultimate goal.

But every journey has its first step.

Andrew Hynes. He planted the IED

on the truck that exploded in the Santa Monica Gateway.

I want you to find him.

- He's Resistance? - No, he's greedy.

Somebody paid him to plant it.

I'm sure you will find this unpalatable,

but consider your target.

Whether or not Mr. Hynes is a "true believer,"

he got eight Homeland Security troops

and five civilians killed.

And, I might add,

he prevented you from going to Santa Monica

to find your son, so...

save your sympathy for his victims.

Take Beau with you.

Maybe you can inspire him to do something useful.

Who's Beau?

Yeah, she's kind of like that.

Come on, let's go get you strapped.

Pick your poison.

M9. You a vet?

No need to hide it anymore.

If you're here,

they already know everything about you.

I was a Ranger.

Then FBI. Fugitive Task Force.

No wonder Phyllis was all over you.

She's starving for somebody

who knows their ass from an elbow.

No, no, you can't take that.

It's not for me.

You open for a drink?

Only for good tippers.

Thought I'd sipped my last whiskey in this bar.

Yeah, sometimes it's good to be wrong.

Truth.

I don't have anything yet.

I mean, Will's just started today.

I need something specific.

We think Will's team is looking for the cell

that bombed the Santa Monica gateway.

We need to know how close they are.

All right.

Time is a factor.