Colony

Previously on "Colony"...

We successfully captured a key red hand operative.

- Yet before we could extract any useful intelligence...

No, no, come on.

- She managed to kill herself while in our custody.

Come on. What is it?

It's our chance to change everything.

A sensitive file was downloaded

from my office computer.

The other information on that flash drive,

it matched something else we've been working on.

This isn't a colony.

It's a death camp.

Proxy Alcala is here, ma'am.

You're late. My apologies.

The traffic.

Proxy Fleming, proxy Lee, what did I miss?

Helena was just bringing us up to date

on last night's explosion.

It was an automated transport ship.

None of our hosts were harmed.

Can we say that this was an act of sabotage?

Yes, and since virtually all of the supplies on the ship

passed through our processing and labor camps...

it's not our fault. They can't possibly blame us.

They have blamed us for less.

In the meantime, we need to continue to do our jobs,

which is to maintain order in this colony.

That's what I wanted to talk about.

Everyone in my bloc saw the explosion,

and I'm sure the Resistance will try to claim it

for propaganda purposes.

I suggest we get ahead of it.

The greatest day is gaining real momentum in my bloc.

With the right spin, the public will believe

that this event was intentional.

We can't push this greatest day thing too hard.

The people still need to respect the civilian authority.

It would be a mistake to let a crisis go to waste.

The nature of their response is out of our hands.

Let's just ensure that any decisions we make now

won't come back to haunt us.

Understand?

Of course.

My fellow citizens, we all saw something...

Remarkable last night.

Now, I know that there are a lot of rumors

going around our bloc.

What you witnessed was the test of a technology

that you have never seen before,

one capable of inter-dimensional travel.

All in preparation for the greatest day.

I understand the hardships that all of you...

Asshole.

They're holding for you.

This is the governor-general.

Have they decided on a response?

Ohh. Oh, no, no.

Damn it.

Yeah.

What happened?

Someone left a loose end at the safe house yesterday.

Once again, I find myself asking

how this could have happened.

Once we secured the perimeter, the cordon moved inside.

No one was covering the back.

This red hand is a dangerous group of anarchists,

part of a toxic ideology that threatens order in our bloc.

The more they continue to propagate,

the more impotent we're going to appear.

Do we know where this kid is?

The surveillance pool is working overtime.

Every eye we have is looking for Mr. Emmett Hallstead.

Give me one day, Mr. Bennett,

without anything getting in my way,

and I will bring him in.

I've already seen what this partnership

is capable of together.

I want to see how you operate on your own.

Detective Burke, you will oversee the surveillance

operation as we look for Mr. Hallstead.

Detective Bowman, you will return to the safe house

and find whatever it is you missed the first time around.

Why am I the one being sidelined?

There is no sideline.

I'm just waiting for one of you to do something useful.

Hey. Hey.

You make any progress on that file?

Yeah.

I feel like I'm putting together slides

for the most depressing Ted talk ever.

"So you're going extinct."

It's a powerful message.

Should inspire more people to join the fight.

It worked on me.

Well, does that mean you're gonna be moving into

our lovely little flat?

Will's in trouble.

His team raided one of the red hand's safe houses.

Will found a kid hiding inside, helped him escape.

But now they're out looking for the kid.

All right, so let me get this right.

You sabotage our operation with the the rap and quit the group,

yet when you need help,

we're supposed to pretend it didn't happen?

I am the reason you escaped the occupation.

And I helped you with BB.

Yeah, that worked great.

We'll go to Hennessey and tell him about the kid.

Whoa. Why are you taking the gauntlet?

Hennessey's gonna hold onto it.

Who decided that? I did.

Don't you think we should talk about this?

We're under a lot of heat, and it's not doing any good

sitting in a box down here.

That's the only thing we have. We've been...

it's the right play.

- There's a load down in sectors 1-5.

A load down in sectors 1-5.

Show me.

Clean it up.

Not a trace. Yes, sir.

Do you remember when my... my mum came to visit?

Yeah.

I think I traumatized her by taking her

to that Ethiopian place.

She liked you, you know.

She always wondered why we...

We couldn't make it work.

I, uh, have to show you something.

Where did you get this?

They're posted all over the city.

Did you call this number?

I did.

They have her.

I... wait. Your mother's in England.

I thought your mother was in England.

Yeah, they... they work for some intelligence unit

outside the colony.

Oh, Jesus, Simon.

This is our chance to get out.

We didn't sign up for this.

We'll just... we'll just say we got in too deep,

that we didn't know what we were doing.

You really think they'll buy that?

All they want is the gauntlet.

That's why we have to act now before Hennessey goes

and does something with it.

Morgan, we have to cut our losses.

How can...

How can we trust them?

Well, if we stay in this bloc, we're dead anyway.

Okay.

What do we have to do?

We need to give them Broussard.

I have to say, Mr. Bowman,

I didn't think you had it in you.

I'm curious whether when you stole my keycard

to help your attractive, fanatical girlfriend

you thought about the consequences

to not only yourself but every other person

in this place.

Today I'm not the prison warden

who's gonna threaten you with punishment.

Today I'm just a fellow inmate.

And I'm telling you that you just signed

your own death warrant and mine

and every other soul in this camp.

Because the Raps do not care who wears what uniform down here.

When something like this happens,

we all burn.

Unless, of course, it never happened.

If there's no evidence at all that your friend's little

gunpowder plot originated here, then it didn't happen.

And if it didn't happen,

then maybe we all get to live another day.

Of course, that would mean that there can be no contradicting

evidence left behind, anything or anyone

that could upset the delicate narrative

that you and I are establishing.

Which means that I need you

to provide me with names.

So you can have more people killed?

I'm sorry.

Was I, in my state of utter distress,

babbling in tongues?

Your friends are already dead!

This is damage control.

Either some of us die,

or all of us do.

You get the honor of deciding which one of those

it's going to be.

What are you doing here?

Are you with the police?

Who are you?

My... my... my name is... is Karen.

I'm Karen Brun.

I heard that my daughter might be living here,

and I was just trying to find out where she might be.

What's your daughter's name?