The Colony

Sam:
This isn't right!

Mason:
This is survival! [shoots Hal]

Mason:
Nothing personal.

Viktor:
You know you're screwed when even the rabbits won't f***.

Briggs:
That is not how we do things. We give people a choice. It's theirs to make regardless of the outcome.

Mason:
'Til they come back. 'Til the food runs out.

Briggs:
It's not a problem until it's a problem.

Mason:
[to Briggs] You know... You'd think for someone who served with you you're give them a little more respect.

Mason:
We need to take care of our own, Briggs.

Mason:
They're done, Briggs.

Briggs:
They're sick. And we follow procedure.

Mason:
They just put the whole colony at risk. We need to give them a test right now.

Briggs:
We're gonna wait until I get back and see if they've done any better. Until then Kai's in charge.

Mason:
You really think she can make the tough calls?

Briggs:
That's really not your decision to make, is it?

Briggs:
Are we clear?

Mason:
Crystal.

Sam:
The world froze over a long time ago. So long ago that I can't remember the warmth of the sun. I heard stories growing up... How the planet grew hotter as our fuel was burned. How we made towers to work the weather. But the truth is... one day... it started to snow. And it never stopped.

Briggs:
Not so much of a welcoming committee this time.

Graydon:
Sh*t. Hey, c'mon, let's get outta here, huh?

Briggs:
Hey, find a spine, boy.

Sam:
Is there anyone else? Is anyone else alive?

Leland:
Define alive.

Leland:
We triangulated the, the transmission. Sent a team to find the source. But... they never found it. But somebody found them. And followed them right back here... [starts crying]

Sam:
There's no one here. We only knew that you were here because of the knocking.

Leland:
Yeah, but I didn't knock.

Mason:
Briggs is gone. I'm running things now.

Sam:
When everyone's dead, huh? And you're king of the f***ing castle, then what?

Mason:
I'll still be running things.

Sam:
Viktor! Fall back!

Viktor:
No! No more running!

Sam:
[to Mason] You're gonna need every bullet.

Sam:
What do you want?

Feral Leader:
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