All language subtitles for Falling Skies S03E01 On Thin Ice

Dad, it's Diego.

What?

Don't you worry, Baby Bear.

We'll get him safe and sound.

Matt, you about ready, soldier?

Yes, sir.

Come on, Matt.

That's the way to get it done,
son.

That's the way
to get it done.

Yeah.

Alpha, Alpha.

Phase one complete.

Stand by.

Three, two, one.

Let's go! Let's go!

- You ready, newbie?
- Yep.

Locked and loaded!

Affirmative!

Nice one, Benji.

Stop calling me that.

- You love it.
- No, I hate it.

No, you love it.

Diego! Diego, it's Jeanne!

Don't you recognize me?

He doesn't. Trust me.

We have to get him
in the truck now.

Yes, sir.

That was easy.

Yeah. Piece of cake.

Button it, the both of you.

Aw, come on, Cap.
The fat lady just sang.

- Let's celebrate.
- It's Colonel now, Pope.

And, besides,
it ain't over until--

It's over.

Take cover!

- Unh!
- Behind you!

Maggie!

What the hell is that?

Wait for it!

Fire!

I'm out of ammo!

I'm out! I'm out!

Hold your fire!
Hold your fire!

Oh, I got to get me
one of those.

Come on, Matt.

Let's go see your dad.
Jeanne.

- Everything secure, Colonel?
- More or less.

Wasn't the easy mission
we thought it was gonna be.

No?

No, we were compromised,
damn it. There's no denying it.

We were like fish in a barrel
for those damn Mega-Mechs

or whatever the hell
they were.

Looks like the Espheni
have got more up their sleeve

than we realized.

What do you say
we get the hell out of here

before they figure out
what happened?

Copy that, sir.

Great job, everybody!

What do you say
we all go home?

Let's move out!

Glad to see you made it back
in one piece, Mr. President.

Please don't call me that.

It's what you are, sir.

And I'm begging you not to go
off on any more missions.

- It's, uh, it's too dangerous.
- Thank you, General,

I've been trying to tell him
that for months.

- Miss Peralta.
- Professor Mason.

For once I agree
with General Bressler, here.

The deal, as I recall,
was that, if elected,

I wouldn't be stuck behind
a desk or called president.

- Yes, but that's the--
- I fight.

We all fight until the last damn
alien occupier's off the planet.

I don't think I can be
any clearer than that.

No, sir.

I want all key
military personnel

to meet in the war room
in one hour.

Yes, sir.

How about Anne?
Any word from her yet?

I think I would have led
with that, no?

I suppose you would have.

How about Arthur?
How's he holding up?

Professor Manchester?
Happy as a clam,

doing what he does best,
chairing committee meetings.

Diego!

Better him than me,
that's for sure.

Matt, great job out there.

Yes, sir. I couldn't have
done it without him.

Yeah, but--

Hey, no buts about it, son.
You were outstanding.

It's just-- I wish I could have
gotten in a kill or two,

that's all.

Hey, Matt! Let's go!

Hang on. See you, Dad,
and Colonel Weaver.

Soldier.

See you in the war room,
Dan, in about an hour?

You can count on it, Tom-- uh,
sir, Professor-Mr. President.

What exactly am I supposed
to call you now?

Tom will do.
Nothing's changed, Dan.

Oh, I'd say, in these past seven
months, plenty has changed.

Here.

Alley-oop.

Don't worry, hot wheels.

We'll make sure we don't
drop you on your head.

Just be careful, okay?

- You got him?
- Yep. We're good.

Eh, we'll go forward.

Oh, yeah.

All right, boys.
Don't mess with me now.

I'm mobile.

We really got our tails
caught in it back there,

didn't we, Dad?

Not the best place
to talk about it, son.

Yes, sir.

All right, girl,
race you back to the barracks.

You're on.

Ben, we could use your help
in the infirmary

with those harnessed kids.

Of course,
we just need to wrap up here.

All right,
I'll see you there.

What?

You and your boys,
"The Fighting Masons."

- Oh, it's just--
- I think it's cute.

So this is the new order, huh?

The Mason administration,
friend to all.

Any old alien that just happens
to blow into our camp.

You say the word, boss.

Mexico is looking better to me
every day.

I need to work on my tan.
What do you say, Chief?

Can't be any better down there.
I don't think so.

We got alien battalions
just looking to fry our ass.

The hell with this.

I'm gonna go begin my beer
therapy a little bit early.

I'll be in The Nest.

Diego. Come on.

Are we almost ready,
Dr. Glass?

Just about.

You remember Diego?

Of course I do.
He's gonna be fine.

Let's go. His neck.

Fortunately, the harness
hasn't been on Diego very long,

so this should be a fairly quick
procedure with a short recovery.

Think it'll be
completely removed?

Mm-hmm. Completely, painlessly,
and without side effects.

Almost. Almost.

Got it.

Extracting now.

Hold tight.

- Yes. All clear.
- Coming in.

Easy.

Got it.
You got a tray?

He's gonna be fine, Jeanne.

We're just gonna take him
to a recovery area.

- Prep the next patient.
- Yeah.

Welcome back.

It's good to be back.

- Marina.
- Dr. Glass.

So can I talk you into
sticking around for a while,

at least until our baby is born?

Yeah, I think I can
arrange that. What about you?

Why are you still working
so close?

I hardly have a choice.

I'm the only one the aliens
taught to work this machine.

- Still--
- Professor?

One second.
Just take it easy, okay?

I promise.

- Okay. See you later.
- Yeah.

Ten-hut!

Sorry I'm late.
As you were, gentlemen.

Somebody mind telling me

what our alien friend Cochise
is doing here?

The Volm are our allies,
and they deserve to have

a voice in any assessment
of our missions.

As my son Hal just pointed out,

we got our tails caught in it.
Big time.

Is that a fair assessment,
Colonel?

- Fair enough, yes.
- It had nothing to do

with Colonel Weaver's
meticulous planning.

It sure seemed to me like
they knew we were coming.

Damn straight.
Walked right into it.

First time ever on one of these
missions we were ambushed.

What are you saying, Tom?
We got some kind of

an infiltrator,
some kind of spy?

A damn traitor?

This is the possibility
we have to consider.

And in this age
of alien doodads,

eye worms and the like,

it could be anybody
in the city of Charleston.

Or any thing.

I mean, we have Skitters
camped right next to us,

walking around our city
like nobody's business.

Rebel Skitters,
loyal to the cause.

Skitters, nonetheless, sir,
who, not too long ago,

were indiscriminately
killing humans

at the bidding
of their masters--

Many of them have died side
by side with humans, General.

They've given us no cause
to doubt their loyalty.

Gents.

Can an old soldier put his
two cents worth in here?

Please do.

One year ago,
if you'd asked me

what our chances were
to win this fight,

I'd have said slim to none.

Now it's seven months
down the track,

and we've done
more than just stick

the occasional finger
in the enemy's eye.

We've put a hurt on him.

Yes, but in the long run,
you are not gonna get a--

General, let me
finish my thought.

In fact, it's so effective
that the enemy has had

to resort to espionage
as a counter.

And my opinion,
that's good news.

Thank you, General.

I am pleased
to hear you say that,

and I agree
with you wholeheartedly.

It is indeed
most excellent...news.

I beg your pardon.

Is it not an appropriate moment
in which to comment?

It's quite appropriate.
Please continue.

Not only have the Espheni
resorted to espionage,

as General Porter
has pointed out,

but they have been
forced to deploy

their superior terrain droids,

usually reserved for more
technologically advanced forces.

You have unnerved
the Espheni, sir.

A worthy and unique
accomplishment, I assure you.

But there's been
no decisive battle!

But the Espheni know

and understand
large offensives, General.

What bedevils them
is our consistent skirmishing.

That makes no logical sense.

Well, human logic
is to be discarded

when at war
with extraterrestrial beings.

Well, we still have this
damn mole to deal with,

no matter what.

Agreed.

I suggest that
we appoint Arthur Manchester

to head an investigation.

Seriously?

He's got a head
for these things.

And he's the only one
that didn't have

any prior knowledge
to the planning of the mission.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Sir.

I'm glad you came, Hal.

I wasn't sure
you got my message.

Loud and clear.

Hal, I've missed you so much.

I've missed you more than
you could ever imagine.

Another nightmare?

Do you remember
what it was about?

No.

Well, it's got to be
something to make you

wake up in a cold sweat.

I said I don't remember.
Okay?

Okay.

Maybe you can talk to someone
at the clinic about it.

I don't need to talk
to anyone about it, okay?

What I need is my wheelchair,

which someone put all the way

on the other damn side
of the room.

- What are we doing today?
- Another crazy day.

Citizen's forum in two days?

That's right.

Public works committee?
That's--that's Arthur's.

Not since you put
Dr. Manchester in charge

of this secret investigation
you have going.

I'm sure the rumor is already
out that we have a spy.

They are, so be prepared for
the forum to be less than fun.

- Hello Ben. Denny.
- Got a minute?

Sure I do. What's up?

The leader
of the rebel Skitters

is requesting
a meeting with you.

Did he say what it was about?

Just that he'd like you to come
to their camp tonight.

He can't come here?

They don't feel comfortable
within the city limits.

'Cause of the anti-Skitter talk.

Anti-Skitter talk.

Fine.
Tell him Colonel Weaver and I

will come see him tonight
when I get free here.

We'll tell him, Dad.
Thanks.

Professor.

He's doing much better.

I think so.

Yes.

Yeah, I mean, four months ago,
he couldn't move.

Considering that,
he's come a very long way.

And he's got the right attitude,
you know?

He certainly is working hard.

I know.

It's just...

I mean, he's putting up
a good front and all,

but he's been having these
nightmares the past few weeks.

Bad ones.

And he won't tell me
what they are,

but I can tell
they are freaking him out.

Well, like Dr. Glass said,

there's nothing
physically wrong with him.

But somethings
wrong with him.

Something happened to him.

I think it's something
she did to him.

Karen?

Yeah.

I'm not saying
it's not possible.

But we examined him thoroughly,
as best we can, anyway.

I know.

And we didn't find anything.

I know.

Thank God he's had you

these past seven months,
though, Maggie.

He never would have
made it without you.

Hey, good looking.

You want to dance?

Look, I just want to say,

um, I'm sorry for acting
like such a--

Jerk?

Yeah. That.

All is forgiven.

Get back to work.

Yes, ma'am.

I can't begin
to tell you how pleased

I am that you agreed
to meet with me, Anthony.

Well, I don't know
how much help I can be, sir,

but Professor Mason
did ask me to meet with you,

and, well, here I am meeting.

I'm given to understand
that you worked

for the Boston Police Department
prior to the invasion.

Yes, sir.
Five years in blue,

and five years
undercover narcotics.

- Impressive.
- Thanks, I guess.

We have a situation,
a bad situation.

- You mean with the spy?
- You know about it?

There isn't a soul in Charleston
that doesn't.

And, frankly, people are
pretty upset about it.

Well, I've been tasked

with the job of
investigating the mole,

and, frankly, I could use
someone with experience.

I'm not sure if busting

a couple of small-time
drug dealers

qualifies me for espionage work,
Dr. Manchester.

Besides, how do you know
I'm not the spy?

Well, I don't, actually.

Well...

I'll tell you
why I'm not the spy.

Motive. It's the first thing
you look for.

What in the hell would my motive
be for helping the same bugs

I've been trying to kill
for two years?

I see your point.

Uh, there...are some files

that I would like you
to take a look at.

And here's the list.

There are a lot of names here
that I recognize.

Some I know really well,

I fought side-by-side with.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

What do you need me for?

Because I've got about 50
possible suspects on that list,

and to be candid, I could use
some help narrowing it down.

Thank you for coming
on such short notice,

Professor, Colonel Weaver.

You said you had something
important to tell us?

We have received reports
that the Espheni

are once again preparing

a major offensive
against Charleston.

Let 'em try. They failed
the past three times.

I agree.
Thanks to the Volm,

our defenses
are stronger than ever.

Suddenly they want
to attack us?

Gluttons for punishment,
I guess.

You've put them
behind schedule.

The Espheni do not like
their timetables disrupted.

Glad to know we've been
making it tough for them.

True, but it bears repeating

that the humans are not
the ultimate target--

the Volm are,

and their troop ships
are heading toward your planet.

- To destroy the Espheni?
- So they say.

Thank you
for the advance warning.

We'll discuss a strategy
and inform you of our plan.

As always, we're standing
by to assist, Professor.

There is one more thing.

A new Overlord has replaced
the one killed by you.

It is rumored to be
even more dangerous

and ruthless
than its predecessor.

That's hardly surprising.

Ordinarily, I would agree,

except that this particular
Overlord is human.

Human?

Correct.

Karen.

What are you doing?

You fell asleep
on top of the bed

with all your clothes on.

Oh, I was trying
to sneak in a nap.

It's been a long couple of days.

I bet.

Twenty-five kids de-harnessed,
not one complication.

- That's got to feel good.
- It does. A lot.

I only wish we had
the Volm's technology

a couple of years ago,
so many children lost.

How are you?
How's your day going?

Same. Crazy.

Miles to go before I sleep,
I'm afraid.

What?

This is Marina
and her scheduling neurosis--

This isn't Marina.

Somebody needs to stop
telling her to play White House.

White House and the president
of 20 square blocks.

And Charleston's growing.

Refugees
are coming in every day.

There's got to be a feeling
of safety and security,

or it will all end up in chaos.

I never thought I'd say this,
but I miss being on the road,

being chased by Skitters.

It seems like
we had more time together.

I know.

I'll see you later.

It's just something he needs.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You wanna grab a bite to eat?

Someone opened this
Shawarma stand in Pope Town

I've been dying to try.

I'm sure we could barter

a couple of house calls
for a meal or two.

Honestly, I'm beat.

I'm gonna check on that
appendectomy in bed 17

and then crash in my bed
like a 10-ton weight.

I totally get it.
Rain check, then?

Yeah. Absolutely.

Hey, I got it.

No, I got it. Unh.

Uh-oh.

My water broke.

Dad, Anne's
having the baby now.

- Tom, I think I've done it.
- Done what, Arthur?

Narrowed the list down
to a dozen possible suspects.

Now, you're
not gonna believe it, but--

Oh, I can't talk right now.
Anne's having the baby.

Oh. Oh. It can wait.
It can wait.

A militia group from Wisconsin
spotted your camp

when they were crossing over
the black hills in Kentucky.

Kentucky? Really?

We've been trying to rescue
as many of the harnessed kids

as we can ever since
the new aliens provided us

with technology to safely
remove the harness.

Did you know I'd be there?

Every camp we went to,
I looked for you.

This time, I got lucky.

Is that their place,
the new aliens?

- That's it.
- How many are there?

Twenty. Twenty-five.

No one knows for sure,
since they mostly

stay in their bunker
or whatever they call it.

Where'd they come from?

I'm not exactly sure.

They told us their planet
had been invaded, same as us.

For hundreds of years,

they've been chasing
the Overlords,

trying to liberate planets
they've tried to destroy.

Do you trust them?

Well, it's because of them
Charleston is safe.

They've given us
new weapons and strategies.

It's hard not to believe
what they say is true.

Who can argue with winning?

But do you trust them?

They're aliens.

Who's to say
they're any better than

the Overlords or worse?

Curfew's
not for another half an hour.

I want to show you the horses.

- So he's a butler?
- Right.

- From 19th century England?
- Yes.

Fighting what? Grim reapers?
With his ten year old master?

He's 12. Look, it's Manga.

Weird, is what it is.

Give me some plain old
superhero any old day.

No, no, no.

You can't compare
comic books to Manga.

Says who?

Call, raise, or fold.
What's it gonna be, sweetcakes?

Great.

Yes. Yes, man.
I'm telling you!

It was either the Lobsters
or the Elephant Men.

Either one of them could have
tipped off the Fishheads.

That's what I'm hearing.

Now, we should be kicking them
both out of town, right now.

- What are we waiting--
- Lars! My boy.

Listen, I know you've had a long
and hard day in the trenches.

You mind if I offer
you just one small,

little piece of advice?

- What?
- Shut up! All right?

You keep that kind of stuff,
you tuck it way down

inside that thick skull
of yours, all right?

Save it for your memoirs.

So what, are you
an alien lover now, Pope?

You got all the answers, huh?
That it?

You got all the smarts,
is that right?

No.

Tell you what.

I'll buy you a drink.
Huh?

On the house.
Everybody!

Chill out!

All good things can be had
right here at The Nest! Welcome!

Lyle, do me a favor
and buy those boys

a round on me, all right?

The cheap stuff.
Keep an eye on 'em, as well.

- Thank you.
- You got it, boss.

- You should get some sleep.
- I'm fine.

No, you're not.

We miss it?

No, just my water broke.

- Matt.
- What?

Geez.

Sorry, I thought
she was having a baby.

That's fine, Matt.

You guys, it's gonna be
a long night. Trust me.

We could be here for a while.

Might be a good time
to break out the old--

Monopoly.
I'll go get the board.

Seriously?

It's kind of
a Mason family tradition.

Oh, okay.

Oh, I didn't even
hear you come in.

Is it that time already?

So it's you?

Unh!

Dad.

Look,
I'm no ballistics expert...

but it's a safe bet
Dr. Manchester

was shot with a gun
modified with Volm tech.

That narrows
it down to the military.

We're the only ones with access
to the modified weapons.

We should at least make sure
all those are accounted for.

Yes, sir.

This is my doing.

- No.
- Hell no, Tom.

You're not
responsible for this.

Arthur claimed
he was getting close,

that he'd narrowed down
the list of suspects.

That is possible, I suppose,
but if he wrote it down,

it's not here.

Which means
his killer took it with him,

which means
he must have been close.

Too close, I'm afraid.

Dr. Manchester
was basically a good man.

Sometimes misguided,

but his heart was always
in the right place.

Anthony,
I'm gonna need your help

to get to the bottom of this.

If this is the work of the spy,
we need to know who, and fast.

I'll do my best, but I
don't have much to go on,

just that list that
Dr. Manchester gave me.

It's a start.

- General Porter.
- Sir?

Coordinate
with General Bressler.

I want a full vetting
of all military personnel.

Yes, sir.

Keep Miss Peralta in the loop.

It probably
doesn't need to be said,

but I'll say it anyway,
we need to find this bastard

before anybody else
gets murdered

and any other mission
gets compromised.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm about to become a father.

Okay, come on, Anne.

One more big push, okay?

Oh.

You did it.

I got her.

It's a girl!

It's a girl.

Oh, come here.

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, hi, baby.

Oh, baby.

Look at you.

Oh, hi. Oh.

Before we begin
the traditional citizens' forum,

I hope you'll allow me
to announce the arrival

of our newest citizen
to the New United States.

Alexis Denise Glass-Mason.

Thank you.

We also lost
a good man this week--

Arthur Manchester,

whose legacy will live on
forever right here with us,

the citizens of Charleston.

He's just the latest casualty
in a war

that's already claimed
more than we can count.

Our enemy is hell-bent
on our destruction.

They will accept nothing less

than our complete
and utter annihilation.

For two long years,

we've suffered
at the hands of our oppressors,

and yet, against all odds,
we have survived.

And in these last seven months,
we are finally winning!

Our alien allies, the Volm,
have given us superior weapons.

They've given us hope.

They've given us encouragement.

But our real weapon,

the weapon that will
ultimately gain us victory,

is the strength and tenacity
of the human spirit.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Mexico, Boss.
I'm telling you.

We ought to be
headed for Mexico.

Lyle, have you ever known
me not to have a plan?

No. Guess not.

I don't understand.
What am I doing here?

What are you doing here?

All I ever wanted
was for us to be together.

I've never stopped
thinking about you,

even after the transformation.

Transformation?

When I became one of them.

You did something to me.

I planted a probe
in your cerebral cortex.

A simple device, really.

Why?

So we'll be connected
to each other always.

No.

No, no. It's not right.

It is right.

We were meant to be together.

I woke up paralyzed
from the neck down.

That was you.
Fighting the probe.

You can walk now,
don't you see?

'Cause this is a dream.

Who cares if
it's a dream or not, Hal?

This...

is all that matters.

Come in.

I... I've been saving this for
a special occasion or something.

Well, anyway.
Should be good.

Congratulations
on the birth of your daughter.

Thanks, Dan.
That means a lot.

Have a seat.
You want scotch?

Oh.
Well, I won't say no to that.

Thank you.

To you and to Anne.

To the future.

Wow. That's good.

Arthur certainly
knew his scotch.

You ever wish that we'd left
when we said we were going to?

You remember?
Before these damn Volm landed?

Sometimes, yeah.

But--

I know. I know.

Ahh.

You mind if I just
directly speak my mind?

I've never known
you to do otherwise.

This alliance
that you've created

with this new set of aliens,

I, for one, think what they're
selling us is a load of crap.

Yeah, I got the impression
you felt that way

for about the last seven months.

I mean,
what are we doing here?

What are we really doing?

We're winning,
Dan, pure and simple.

And we've got Cochise
and the Volm to thank for it.

And, you honestly think
that after the Overlords

are wiped out, theses guys
are gonna just, what?

I don't have any
illusions about our allies

if that's what
you're getting at.

Well, that's exactly
what I'm getting at, Tom,

with all due respect.

You think
Roosevelt and Churchill

wanted to work with Stalin?

They knew what he was about.
They needed him to win the war.

This is our war, Tom.
It's a human war.

And the minute
we start forgetting that,

the minute we start depending

on somebody else
to do this work for us,

we're on a bad road.

You're never gonna get me
to change my mind on that.

And if I could?

I don't understand.

Come with me.

What are you doing over there?

I'm looking for your boots.

They were right here.

That's where we left them
last- last night.

Yeah, well,
they're not there now.

You sleep okay last night?

Yeah. I did.

- Finally.
- No nightmares?

- No, not one.
- That's great.

Here they are,
way at the back.

That's weird.

Do Bressler and Porter
know about this?

I'm the only human
that knows about this project,

except for you now.

Cochise and I agreed it posed
too much of a security risk.

You and Cochise?

All the skirmishing,
all the missions,

everything that we've been doing
has been designed

to keep the Espheni off
the scent of this.

It's kind of a big thing
to have kept from me,

- wouldn't you say, Tom?
- I know.

I have to take responsibility
for that action, Colonel Weaver.

I asked Professor Mason
to keep this project secret

until the very last moment.

You know the tower
in Boston we tried to blow up?

- All too well.
- It's one of thousands.

They create
a sort of defensive web

that prevent the Volm ships

from being able
to enter our atmosphere.

Eliminating
just one of those towers

will be enough
to open up a gap sufficient

to let one of our ships
enter the atmosphere.

This is what
the mole has been after.

I don't get it, Tom.
What? A big gun?

What is this?

More than just a gun, Colonel.

When completed,
it will be the decisive factor

in ending this conflict.

A chance to win this war, Dan.
Think of it.

What's this bad boy
supposed to do, anyway?