Silo

Street-talk translation

You with the patient?

Outside her room, ma'am.

Bet. Pass along a message to her nurse.

What are you even doing here?

Just came to keep you company.

You can start the paperwork for me to get an interim mayor locked in.

Is she in that bad shape? -She's fading fast. Catch you at home.

The voice still wants the same thing, but the gas in the mine wasn't enough, right?

That gas was meant for Lukas Kyle.

Was he even in the mine?

Bro bounced.

The mayor didn't, though.

Well, sounds like the voice is totally cool with that.

A heroic vibe to go out on.

And this right here...

might make drugging the whole Silo unnecessary.

I'll handle it for you.

I gotta become mayor. -Yeah. I get it.

You don't gotta do it all by yourself.

When's Mrs Sims showing up?

She's on her way.

She wants her knocked out cold.

Grab her.

What's going down?

It's all good. -Help.

Hold her still. -Help.

We gotta dip. Now.

BASED ON THE SILO SERIES BY HUGH HOWEY

Yo. What are you doing? -We gotta call someone.

Call someone?

What are you doing?

They made him vanish. -What the actual fuck.

They're totally tapping our phones.

What if Charlotte calls? -You can't…

They're watching Charlotte's phone too.

We gotta bounce. I don't even know if my ride is safe…

What do you think is going on?

Some suits just made that dude disappear.

So we gotta head somewhere else.

I know a spot.

Where?

Alright. Don't show before 10.

What am I supposed to do till then?

Don't head home.

It's gonna be fine. Help.

Is she okay? -No clue. They wouldn't let me stay.

I'm such a dumbass. -Why's that?

Jules asked me for help.

I blew her off first and then yelled at her.

Don't beat yourself up. I straight up left her in the mine.

What happened? -She was trying to save people.

Obviously. -They won't let you in.

Yo, Emerson.

She's still breathing.

Damn.

Alright. Right here. Just breathe. You're good.

We gotta roll.

Sheriff.

Sup. What do you need? -Need you to confirm it was rat poison.

Can't do that. -Need more time?

Nah, she wasn't poisoned.

I got a dozen cases tonight where the cause of death was poison gas.

Their lungs are completely wrecked. Hers are totally fine.

What got her then? -She took a massive hit to the head. Hard.

Probably with a chunk of rebar.

The wound's got a ribbed pattern.

When? -Looks like days ago.

Where'd you find her?

A crew was sweeping a sealed tunnel just to be safe.

She was tucked way in the back.

Was she down there for some reason and got caught in a cave-in?

Rebar… -Her lungs are untouched.

She didn't kick it in the mine.

I'm seeing plenty of people who died down there.

They've always got dust in their lungs.

She was hidden there.

Let me see the wound.

Billings to Deputy Murphy. -Go ahead.

If you spot Carla McLain, hit me up, I wanna talk about her student.

Is she back yet?

Okay. Not what I expected.

You definitely don't live here.

What makes you say that?

You whip a 30-year-old Saab. And not ironically.

This is different.

I did help pick out the furniture, though.

For who?

Palmer. My ex.

They're cool with you just walking right in?

He's out in South Sudan.

Shoes off.

When a vibe dies with me, I wipe out every single trace of it.

Yet he's got a massive pic of you hanging on his wall.

Yeah. That's not Palmer.

How so? -He's not petty like that.

So that's your type?

Non-petty Pulitzer winners? -Jesus. It wasn't a date.

Any food? -Make yourself at home.

Where were you before you got here?

Just wandering around. You?

At the office. -What office? You got canned.

Still had my badge. Wanted a computer.

Alright. I tracked down Steve's address.

Turns out that was his real name. Steven Price.

Found his digits, I think.

That number was dead. -Wrong number then?

Then I called Charlotte's squad leader's dad.

Mr Alameda. -Yeah. That number was dead too.

That number was working two days ago.

What kind of people are we dealing with?

We going to the cops?

Pretty sure these folks make sure that does zero good.

Two years past its prime.

Nah, stop. Gross.

Here.

You just had that on you? -What's our next move?

Can we even do anything?

Without that recording, our hands are tied.

He mentioned some Moldovan guy recorded the radio comms.

If we figure out who that was...

maybe we can snag the recording and leak it.

We don't know a thing about that person.

Remember how Steve was playing chess?

Yeah? His whole mood shifted when it was his turn.

Something was up there.

He had mate lined up and then just straight up exposed his king.

Maybe he got distracted. -What if he didn't want to win?

What if that was how he communicated? -What do you mean?

When Snowden leaked those NSA docs back in '13...

turns out agents were using World of Warcraft...

to infiltrate terror cells.

They thought terrorists were talking through online games.

What would that even mean then?

I dunno. 'The king'… 'The king has fallen'?

Doesn't even matter.

If we know who his opponent was, we got a lead.

How do we figure that out?

Alright. I caught the last bit of his username.

It was something like...

'Bigfoot lives'.

Ridiculous.

Well, cool. -Whatever. That's what I saw.

What?

You're pretty good at this, Nancy Drew.

Nah, don't call me that.

Did they call you that in school? Is that a sore spot?

Wanna say that again?

I'll merk you. While you're sleeping.

Lukas fucking Kyle.

I heard you were looking for me.

Alright. Hate to break it to you, but I got some bad news.

What's that?

You and your Outsiders keep shouting that outside is totally safe.

It actually is. -Nah, it seriously isn't.

Whatever you're seeing on those cafeteria screens…

That's what it actually looks like.

Damn.

You got bought out. So you've been living it up Upstairs in some luxury pad this whole time.

I was down in the mine. -I saw that cleaning video, you clown.

I know they're lying.

Outside is literally a paradise.

They're projecting that video straight into the helmets to trick people into actually cleaning.

A video inside the helmet?

You buying this? -Why would he lie?

'Why would he lie?'

Are you serious… -Shit.

What are you doing?

Enforcers everywhere. They're hunting someone down.

I don't give a damn if you believe me.

They saved my life, and they just wanted me to talk to you. I'm done now.

I'm out. -Nah.

Yeah, back to your palace.

Yo. Juliette tracked me down in the mine.

I'm gonna go find her.

Back up. -Nobody's going anywhere. Stay put.

Shit.

Security. Open up.

Security. Open up.

Security. Open up.

Now you gotta stick with us.

Stop. -My girl is in there. I gotta get to her.

It's locked down tight. Nobody gets in or out.

And now back up.

Or what? -Hey, Shirl.

We tried.

What if she kicks the bucket? And we never see her again?

You definitely won't see her if you get locked up.

Let me talk to him.

Just wanna introduce myself.

Name's Knox.

I'm Head of Mechanical.

This friend of mine goes way back with the mayor since childhood.

She just wants to drop a quick hello, and then she'll bounce.

Head of Mechanical?

Leader of the rebellion.

I was down by the generator. With all that gunpowder.

I said we should stash all of you right there next to the gunpowder.

And then light it up.

What do you think?