[crowd shouting, clamoring]
- [citizen 1] They killed the judge! - [citizen 2] Come on!
[citizen 3] Don't let them get away!
[clamoring continues]
[Martha] So what happened?
I haven't exactly trained for this moment. That's what happened.
- I thought I'd be the first to go down. - Yeah.
[chuckles] Me too.
- There's more people joining. - We can't get past them.
We have to. It's the only way home.
[Carla] Maybe not.
- [Carla breathes heavily] - The porters?
You're still mixed up with them?
We just gotta make it down two more levels.
Try to keep up.
There's no way to argue it wasn't you.
[exhales sharply, sighs]
I don't see how.
He doesn't know the name of my listeners but he knows the hallmarks.
He clearly traced the campaign to impeach Meadows back to me.
[child] Mom.
Mom.
- Just a minute, honey. - [child] There's a man in the kitchen.
Can I help you with that?
[Bernard] Can't remember the last time I made my own coffee.
I don't speak about Mayor Jahns often, but she always made her own coffee.
She said doing the everyday tasks of the ordinary people of the Silo
helped her feel connected to them when nothing else did.
[inhales sharply] This job, you see,
requires me to have a different perspective than anybody.
Here, let me.
That machine's finicky.
Um, I--
I'm supposed to be pretty good with machines.
[Camille chuckles]
You used to work with Rob, correct?
I used to work for him, as he likes to remind me.
Does he discuss work with you?
Robert finds I'm not much interested in that work anymore.
I have my job in IT and I have my son.
The Pact says, "Mothers are a vessel to deliver our children into the world,
just as the Silo is a vessel for the people."
In our family, we take that to heart.
Your family reads the Pact together, I think you told me?
Every night.
Would you mind getting your copy of the Pact for me?
Sure.
You betrayed my trust, Rob.
You made me do something I didn't want to do.
You will no longer be head of Judicial Security.
You will not be my shadow.
But you're too valuable to sideline.
So you'll take Mary's job. You'll be Judge.
Place your hand on the Pact and repeat after me.
I, Robert Sims, do solemnly swear...
I'm gonna go take a look.
- Calvin here? - [Calvin] Who's asking?
Calvin. Haven't seen you for a while.
I always stop seeing porters after a certain age.
Knees.
You're gonna lead with an insult, woman in your position?
You'll be lucky if any part of you makes it back down.
[scoffs] That's why we're here.
We need a place to rest up,
and I need transport home for me and my friends.
It'll cost you.
I may or may not have a case of before times bourbon.
[chuckles] It's gonna take more than old booze.
Do you have anything that belonged to Juliette Nichols?
[grunts]
[Solo] Hi. What you doing?
Um, well, I didn't get a firefighter helmet,
and I don't want to go back in the water.
So I'm trying to see if my old one could connect.
Hey, I was gonna ask.
Your generator is under a hundred levels of water.
So, how are the lights on?
Um, IT has its own power source.
Comes from the outside.
Where from the outside?
Just up, like--
[Solo stammers]
Do you know why the generator failed?
Um-- [clicks tongue]
Yeah, some Judicial raiders had the bright idea
of blowing up the groundwater pump on 144 to flood out Mechanical.
But they couldn't get it fixed before the water took out the generator.
So, the water keeps--
Right.
Do you think-- [sighs]
Do you think there's a way to stop the water from rising?
Your nearest groundwater pump is on 30.
Underwater.
But you could run power to it.
Maybe you could stop it from rising.
- Yeah. - Wait, you--
You could stop it.
Me? No, no.
- I don't have time. I have to do this. - No, I don't have time.
- I'm running out of time. - You're not running out of time.
- You have months. Years to figure out-- - Ten months. Ten.
- I have ten months. Yeah. - Ten months? Oh, I have days.
- Yeah, but you don't know that for sure. - [stammers]
So why would I take that risk?
In ten months, the water's coming into IT.
- In 13, it'll be completely under water. - No. No, no, stop!
Look, this is what I need to do and that is not working, okay?
- I can't connect it. - Where are you going?
I need to go to the suit room and see if I can find a helmet that works.
[Solo] Hey, wait!
Where are they?
They got off the stairs at 70. Multiple cameras went down
and we don't know where they are, but I sent a team of raiders.
They're disguised as citizens
and they're stirring up mobs from 60 down to 130.
- You put a bounty on the two leaders? - 1,000 credits each.
Have Judicial erect a barricade at 130, in case they elude the mobs.
They won't get by my people.
Humor me, Mr. Amundsen.
I worry. That's my job.
And in the interest of expediency,
I will overlook the use of the phrase "my people."
Let me be very clear.
There is no manner in which the Judicial raiders are yours.
Message just came in. We have a location for them on 70.
[Calvin] How do I know it's hers?
You don't.
But I do.
'Cause I'm the one who gave it to her 20 years ago.
And I'm the one who fixed the hinge when she used it to pry out frozen bolts,
which I told her not to do.
I'll take it. [chuckles]
Plus the two dozen refrigeration coils you promised for your little stay.
Throw in the old booze and, uh, we've got a deal.
- So, what's your plan? - Grain bins.
Everyone knows the mill in 59 breaks down every other week.
No one will blink an eye at grain on its way down to the lower mills.
- Fuck that. - I didn't promise a comfortable ride.
I'm not asking for comfort.
It's just that we have a fourth. Rather large. No way he'll fit.
All I got.
What about the descender rig?
- Not sure what you mean. - [Carla] Sure you do.
[Martha] I don't.
- It's a powered winch and cable system. - It's against the Pact.
And you acquired it in some kind of Pact-approved manner?
We took it out of circulation is all.
Porters have the exclusive right to move all Silo goods.
People see something like that,
- they start getting other ideas. - [door slams]
[Knox] We gotta go!
Raiders are coming. Let's go!
- You sent a message to Judicial. - I was gonna help you, I promise.
But there's a price on their heads.
One that's too high to pass up, even for old friends.
- [Knox] McLain! - [Carla] Son of a bitch!
[Hank] Doc Phelan says Kennedy hasn't been to see him. [sighs]
Maybe Kennedy knows his reputation.
Now the best get assigned to up top and we end up with what's left.
Apart from me, that is. [chuckles]
What is it?
I got a message from the new head of Judicial Security.
Rick Amundsen.
What happened to Sims?
He's been sworn in as Judge.
Where's Meadows?
Dead.
Murdered.
What?
By the head of Mechanical and his colleague.
Knox and Shirley?
[Shirley] That didn't look like Jules's multi-tool to me.
[Martha] Hell no, it was mine. I have no idea where hers is.
- [Carla exclaims] - Oh, careful, careful. Okay, I got you.
- [Carla] Okay. - [Martha] Are you okay?
Listen, we better split up
because we can't keep holding you back, slowing you down.
The bounty's on Shirley and me.
It's even odds who's gonna get who killed.
Let's not get maudlin about it. Get out of here. Go.
- You're not staying. - [Martha] What?
You may not have anticipated this exact scenario
when you locked yourself in that workshop 25 years ago.
But now, nobody above 125 knows who the heck you are.
That's gonna work to your advantage.
I, however, am the head of Supply.
- Carla, I am not going-- - Martha.
They are gonna need you down there.
Probably now more than ever.
Go.
It's just an ordinary scrape.
You clean it with soap and it'll heal just fine.
Let me see.
Okay. It's not too bad. Just keep the pressure on.
I'll be right back.
Clove oil will help with the pain and the aromatic should help you sleep.
Thanks. Smells real nice.
But I heard my shoulder pop. Better go see the doc about that.
That's a good idea. He's right over there.
- [bones cracking] - [groans] That hurt.
- [grunts] - Move it around.
Yeah.
Don't forget to take the clove oil.
- [patient] Thanks. - [Kathleen] Yeah.
It's an impressive technique for someone wearing a baby.
[Kathleen] Thank you. My mother was an herbalist.
And my father was a drunk, who lost a lot of fights.
[chuckles] Dr. Pete Nichols.
Nice to meet you.
Kathleen Billings.
As in Sheriff Billings?
Now I know why you're out here tending the wounded.
It's a good distraction.
I can't sit at home. I get too anxious.
Paul was sent to Mechanical.
There was some kind of incident down there.
- Yeah, I heard. Some kind of fire or-- - [raider 1] Dr. Nichols.
Uh-huh?
Please come with us.
Now.
What's his plan?
Have the Silo take down the killers.
If he succeeds, it'll be like a reset for him.
Like Juliette Nichols never happened.
You've run missions like that.
Raiders in plainclothes.
Big bounty on the fugitives.
Mobs chase them down.
Maybe take the law into their own hands.
A sensitive operation like that takes experience, Rob.
Amundsen's good.
He was trained by the best, but he isn't the best.
What if he's not up to it?
Make the most of the job, Robert.
[knocking]
[Bernard] Yeah.
Dr. Nichols. [exhales deeply]
Thank you for coming.
If you think I know something about those Mechanical folks, you're mistaken.
No, no, no.
No. No, it has nothing to do with that.
I just thought that you might like some of your daughter's things.
Under normal circumstances, these items would be put back into circulation,
but these circumstances are far from normal.
If these items were to be put back, I'm afraid they would be venerated,
coveted, cause envy and dissension and ultimately violence.
It wouldn't be the only way that your daughter's memory
has been distorted to fit the agendas of others.
I heard that you were tending to people wounded in the riot
after Judge Meadows's murder.
That spirit of service gives me hope
that you might be a bigger part of this moment.
This movement to restore order to the Silo
and faith in the Pact.
What if I say no?
Why would you say no?
I just want to be clear.
If I don't help you, what happens?
There is nothing left for me to lose, is there?
[inhales shakily] The Silo has taken my son, my wife and now my daughter.
[inhales shakily]
I wasn't tending to the wounded out of a sense of duty to the Silo,
I was trying to reclaim some sense of professional integrity.
I was trying to practice medicine without lies, without harm.
All those birth control removals marked Code Orange.
I see those young couples.
Their faces alight with hope.
Hope that I know is unfounded.
My profession is a sham.
The Silo took that from me too.
[scoffs]
[clicks tongue] For whatever reason, my daughter is dead.
You can't control what she means to people.
You can't control what she means to me.
[door closes]
[Juliette] So, Solo...
- [Solo] Yeah. - ...that's not your real name, is it?
Uh, no.
- Co-- Uh, Cole Myers is my name. - Cole.
I went to an event and they asked me, "Who are you with?"
And I said, "I'm solo,"
and Russell's kid was there and he overheard me say that
and he thought that was my name, so the name stuck.
But-- But hey, what's in a name?
Right.
That's from your-your play. Romeo and Juliet before they die.
Before who dies?
Romeo and Juliet.
- They don't die. No. - Yeah, they do.
In ours, they do.
- [grunts] Fuck. - Are you okay?
- [sighs] Yeah. - [Solo] Hey, are you hungr--
I don't know, I just feel-- I'm tired. Just-- I'm good.
Are you hungry?
- I don't know. Yeah, maybe. Maybe. - Yeah!
- Okay, but stay-- - I'ma-- Yeah, I'm gonna go get some food.
Shit. [breathes heavily]
[exhales sharply]
[grunts]
[Sharon] These are the reports and briefings you're copied on.
If they have little flags,
they come with recommendations from the mayor's office.
When you've reached your decision,
- you enter-- - Sharon, I've been in Judicial
for some years now.
[Sharon] Of course, Your Honor.
We haven't been able to fabricate your signature stamp yet.
[muffled] So, if you don't mind signing for the time being until the stamps...
[continues talking, indistinctly]
Judge Sims?
[Bernard] Good work.
The others?
The two we put the bounty on are on the stairs.
I've got raiders out of uniform just a couple levels below.
And we're whipping up the crowd.
Let me know when you have them.
Yes, sir.
[crowd clamoring]
Thank you, you can go.
Mr. Kyle.
How's your time in the mines going?
It's only been a day.
Well, you're still alive.
That's good.
[inhales sharply] Do you know what the life expectancy is
of someone sent to the mines?
[Lukas] No, sir.
Five years.
So when Judge Meadows cut your sentence in half,
it was a symbolic gesture at best.
It's unlikely you'd survive your time there.
Do you know why?
Because it's dangerous? I--
Rockfalls, suffocation, crushing injuries,
lost limbs, explosions gone awry.
- [sighs] - [Bernard] It's hard duty.
I'm going to offer you some soft duty, Lukas.
I have a project that requires your mind.
On the day of Judge Meadows's murder,
she relayed to me how you were able to take small disparate bits of information
about the lights in the night sky and create a model that,
between you and me, was not far off.
Is that accurate?
Well, I have something that is also fragmented
and I need you to reconstruct it.
You recognize it?
This is the hard drive that Juliette Nichols showed you.
You can tell me the truth.
It won't put you in any additional legal jeopardy.
Yes, I recognize it.
I smashed it because it's a red-level relic
and it likely contains dangerous information.
But now I no longer have the luxury of ignorance.
I need you to find out what is on it.
You can work from this office.
Do you have any questions?
Come on.
You must know that there are at least three people out there
in the IT bullpen that can do this better than you.
Well, Lukas, I know that you will work harder
than anyone I can find out there...
because, well...
you want to live more than five years.
[door opens]
[gasps]
[sighs]
Judge, is everything okay?
You tell me.
The button isn't working.
[sighs] We have everything handled here, Your Honor.
Your Honor?
Judge?
Call me Rob like you have the last ten years.
I'm trying to figure this out... [sighs] ...just like you.
I was just in my office.
My new office.
Sitting behind the desk of a woman I worked for for the last 15 years.
Thought it might be a good idea to see how the search for the people
who murdered her is going.
I'll make sure you get all the relevant details on your desk
in the morning.
The suspects are still on the stairs.
We're using the plan you put in place.
- [crowd clamoring] - [both panting]
- [grunts] - Move.
You're in an awful hurry.
Hey, my, uh, husband and I were just headed down to see some friends.
Well, that seems unwise.
Dangerous killers on the loose.
What are you all doing out?
- We're concerned citizens. - And who are you?
Let's see some identification.
Does the Pact require citizens to show identification to other citizens
who are concerned, or--
- It does not. - It doesn't--
[citizen] That one's armed!
[Camille] Stop!
I said stop!
I see some of you know me.
And I know some of you too.
You know who my husband is.
What you might not know is his new position.
Judge Sims wants these fugitives taken into custody.
[citizens groaning, murmuring]
You want to kill them where they stand? Well, I do too.
But justice for Judge Meadows doesn't only belong to us.
It belongs to the Silo.
And everyone will watch when these two go out to clean.
[citizens cheering]
[Knox, Shirley grunting]
Come with me, or your greasy asses are getting strung up right here.
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[sighs] Okay.
[sighs]
[exhales, inhales sharply]
[grunts]
Shit.
[Camille] You'll be safe here for a while.
You're not taking us to Judicial?
Cameras still work on the stairs, but they're out in this alleyway.
When they see me headed back up alone, they'll send more raiders after you.
Maybe a lot of them. So wait till it settles down to leave.
There's a barricade on 130.
No idea how you'll get through, but that's not my problem.
Why are you helping us?
[knocking]
Camille.
Morning, Asa.
You're going to work early today.
And you're staying back at your ex-wife's tonight, on 83.
- I just finished the night shift. - [Camille] Then your boss will just think
you're the hardest working plumber in the Silo.
Give me your keys.
[sighs] What the fuck, Camille?
When you hear about a bounty for the people who murdered Meadows,
you'll ignore it so that I keep ignoring you.
[Asa scoffs]
[Camille] You understand?
Well, can I put some pants on at least?
Don't know why you didn't reach for those first.
[Asa scoffs]
[Hank] They been caught?
No.
It's a pretty big conflict, huh?
What?
Well, being a sheriff's deputy while my friends are being hunted
as killers by half the Silo.
About as big as swearing to enforce the Pact
while having a condition expressly condemned by the Pact.
Yeah.
Do they know?
Sims knows.
As head of Judicial Security, he made an allowance.
As judge, I--
I may have a line on Patrick Kennedy.
Try not to eat everything in the fridge.
I'm just a hardworking guy
whose main job is to keep the Silo running.
- It depends what you got in there. - Shirl.
Kidding.
How's she expect you to get back in without a key?
Oh. [chuckles]
She doesn't.
If she wants me to have it, she'll find a way to get it to me.
[sniffles] Word of advice, stay as long as you need.
But if I were you, I'd be gone before she gets back.
[stammers] I'm not helping her out of courtesy.
Took you assholes in 'cause I'm-- I'm afraid of her.
You should be too.
[door opens]
- [door closes] - [sighs]
[sighing]
[Knox] This guy lives in a fucking closet.
[groans, sighs]
Do you think every department thinks they're the ones
that keeps the Silo running?
Probably.
I have said those same words as a way to rally everybody in Mechanical.
[Shirley] And it worked because it's true.
Even if the rest of the Silo believes otherwise.
[sighs]
You're a good leader, Knox.
Mechanical would have gone to shit years ago if it wasn't for you.
I was wrong about what to do.
I wanted to ask nicely and...
Now we're gonna die for it.
We were damned from the beginning either way.
But if we did it my way, we'd already be dead.
[patrons chattering]
Do you think Knox and Shirley killed Judge Meadows?
Honestly? Since Jules walked, things have gotten out of hand.
Shirley and a mob attacking my station.
Now Knox has teamed up with her. They have no respect for Silo order.
Do I think they killed Meadows?
Not a fucking chance.
Hold on.
Hey, Frances. Hold up a sec.
You mind telling us where you're going with that meal?
Uh, home?
But it's after midnight.
Your shift started at 6:00 a.m.
You telling me instead of sleeping, you're gonna stay up
and eat the same food you've been slinging for the last 18 hours?
Unless they passed a law against that, Hank, yeah, that's what I'm doing.
[Paul] We know your history, Frances.
Doris Kennedy was your aunt and you sold some of the pills she stole.
You got some proof about that? 'Cause you sure as fuck didn't five years ago.
Whoa, whoa, Franny. We ain't here about that.
We're here because we figure your Uncle Patrick
isn't gonna live much longer on hot meals alone.
So why don't you let us deliver that?
[Sims groans]
How was your first day, Judge Sims?
I signed where directed.
I went to the Watcher's room.
Tried to get some intel on the search.
Amundsen wouldn't let me in.
He did tell me three of the suspects were still at large.
Well, if you were in charge,
they'd have been in custody hours ago.
[crowd shouting, clamoring]
[Sandy] Excuse me, please.
I live in 132.
Not tonight you don't.
I work for the sheriff's department. Whatever this is, we weren't informed.
[raider] This doesn't concern the sheriff's department.
Look, if Judicial thinks they can keep citizens from their homes--
Turn around and go back the way you came.
[scoffs] Are you serious?
You have no right to interfere
with someone who is a member of the sheriff's department.
- I need to get... - [shouting, clamoring continues]
The second we hit the stairs, they'll see us.
And as soon as we close this door, we're locked out.
We got to go home sometime.
I say we hit the stairs and run like hell.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Okay.
But not down.
- Up. - What?
Trust me.
[inhales deeply, groans]
[Amundsen] They were caught in a mob. A former raider stashed them on 73.
So we checked every residence.
Got nothing so far,
- but I've locked down the trash chute. - [Bernard] Hold on.
Why did an ex-raider stash them on 73?
She was concerned they might be strung up.
[stammers] Who was she?
Camille Sims.
Find those fucking Mechanicals.
- How far are we going up? [grunts] - [Shirley] Just keep up.
[debris clatters]
[Juliette grunts]
[sighs]
[sighing]
[Lukas] I was able to salvage very little.
I found some fragments that overlap with files in our database.
Uh, this is our Silo map,
and I've been using this file to fill in some of the missing data
from one of the fragments, which is also a map.
And now it differs from our Silo map in a few places.
There are lines that are coming from outside the Silo walls.
There's something on the IT level and something on Judicial.
Any idea what they are?
No. Uh, there's something else.
- There, at the very bottom of the Silo-- - [Bernard] What is it?
- [Lukas] A tunnel. - Where does it go?
I have no idea.
[Bernard] Well, keep working.
You've earned another 24 hours outside of the mine, Mr. Kyle.
Sir, there was a... a folder also that I found.
Uh, I was able to retrieve it uncorrupted, and...
and look, most of the files in it were just these department memos,
but one of them was different.
Um, it was a scan of a handwritten letter someone wrote his wife.
Who?
Salvador Quinn.
What did it say?
Well, it's a love letter, but then it gets kind of weird.
- It sort of... It goes into this, uh-- - It goes into code.
Yeah, that's exactly right.
[Hank] Watch where you step.
Hey.
[Paul sighs]
[Paul] Patrick Kennedy.
Don't move.
[Patrick] That's good advice. [sighs]
It really doesn't feel great when I do.
If you come any closer, I'm gonna throw myself in this hole.
[Paul] We're staying put, but your wounds need treatment.
[Patrick] Yeah, it's funny, you know,
with the guns, it looks like you're gonna give me some fresh ones.
[Hank] You're a fugitive, seen fire-bombing my deputy station.
You understand why we might be a little cautious.
[Paul] We can help you.
[breathing heavily] I don't trust you.
That's why I'm down here in the dark,
bleeding in a fucking hole!
There's a full med kit
- in the generator control room. - Go, go.
Mmm.
[breathing heavily] That what you're waiting for?
Now that we're all alone, you shoot me
and hope that Deputy Longhair didn't count the holes in me before he left?
We don't shoot people who don't pose an immediate threat.
I pose an immediate threat.
The things I know, you'd be better to leave.
I can't do that.
I took an oath. Part of that is rendering available aid.
[shouting] Rendering available aid?
Don't you see that it's all a lie?
Everything they told us.
The Pact.
It's just to keep us in line.
And we will never ever find out the truth.
Sims would shoot each one of us before he'd let that shit happen.
You know Mr. Sims?
[Patrick] Yeah, I know him.
I helped Nichols out.
I was gagged and bagged.
Why do you think I'm down here?
Tell me.
[wincing, breathing heavily] Okay.
Okay. Sure, I'll tell you.
Just give me your gun.
That's right. You can't 'cause you don't trust me.
Look, if you're gonna shoot me, all I ask, just put it right here, all right?
Please. [breathing shakily]
[Paul] I found this
in Juliette Nichols's apartment.
In a book.
I destroyed the rest.
I couldn't tell you why I saved that.
You tell anyone I have that, I'm finished.
Get me a doctor. Not a deputy with a Band-Aid.
And I'll tell you everything you want to know.
No, I'll tell you everything you sure as fuck don't want to know.
[groans]
New deal.
[Shirley] How long is the cable?
Guess you'll find out.
[Calvin grunts]
This? It's not Juliette's.
But fuck you if I'm gonna let you sell it as hers.
[grunts]
[battalion leader] Barnes, pick it up.
Come on.
- [Amundsen] You have an update? - Not yet.
[Amundsen] Look for any groups of two moving down the stairs.
[Diego] Copy.
Level 92. Two porters headed down.
I'm not far behind. Get a message to the mayor.
Copy.
[Solo] I've got dinner.
[footsteps approaching]
What ya doing?
Um, I was trying to track down a helmet that was stolen from the suit room.
So I went to an employee's apartment, trying to find it.
Trina Samuel's.
Yeah. She was Solo's girlfriend.
Yeah. I haven't thought about her in a long time.
Actually, I... I... I don't like thinking about her.
Do you want chicken or beef?
Why are you lying to me?
[stammers] I don't know what you're saying.
Solo, Trina. That's her.
That's not you, is it?
No. 'Cause this... Look at this. I found this.
Cole Myers, the IT shadow.
- That's the actual... [gasps] - I am the IT shadow!
You don't know what you're talking about!
Don't say those words to me! Don't you ever!
- I am Solo! - [Juliette whimpers]
[shouting] I am the IT shadow, do you hear me?
- Okay. - I am Solo! I am the IT shadow!
[Juliette whispers] You're Solo.
You're Solo.
I'm sorry.
[breathes shakily]
I'm sorry.
[breathes shakily, winces]
[groaning]
You look terrible. You should really have something to eat.
[Juliette breathing shakily]
[whispers] I'm not hungry. Um...
[normal] I, uh... I don't feel well.
I need to just, um... I'm gonna lie down.
I'm just gonna...
This far enough down?
[Shirley] I think so.
Now, will it hold your ass?
That I don't know.
[Knox grunts]
[Amundsen] Mechanical!
Stop!
- [Shirley] Fuck. - Shit.
- [Shirley] Come on. - [Amundsen exclaims, grunts]
There's no brake, is there?
There's the cable, and there's the end of the cable.
[Shirley breathes heavily]
At least we'll die in the Down Deep.
[breathes heavily]
[both screaming]
[cable whining]
[both groaning, grunting]
[Down-Deeper] Give me your hand!
[both grunting, groaning]
- [gunshot] - [cable snaps, whirs]
[crowd clamoring]
[Knox grunting, screams]
[grunting]
[panting]
[grunting]
[grunts]
- [Down Deeper 2] Watch out. - [clamoring]
- Fuck! - [Knox panting]
- [Up-Topper 1] There they are! - Get them!
[crowd clamoring]
[Down-Deeper 3] Watch out!
[clamoring]
- [Bernard] Fuck! - [Amundsen] They got through, sir.
I noticed.
Keep this channel clear.
Sheriff Billings, do you copy?
[grunts]
Sheriff Billings.
[Paul] Yes, Mr. Mayor?
Sheriff, I regret to inform you
that the fugitives from Mechanical just became your problem.
I know that as a loyal servant of the Silo,
I can count on you to bring them in.
Of course, Mr. Mayor.
You can always count on me to faithfully serve the Silo and the Pact.
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
Come on. [inhales sharply, grunts]
[breathing heavily]
[sighs, groans]
[groans]
[grunts, breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[groans, pants]
[groaning]
[groans, grunts]
[panting]
[winces, panting]
[groans]
[sighs, breathing heavily]
[gasps, panting]
[groaning]
[groans]