All language subtitles for Falling Skies S05E02 Hunger Pains

Quick! Move! Get them up here!

Combat operation!
Secure perimeter!

Squad leaders,
exercise initiative!

Watch your flanks!
Watch your six!

Those Skitters are in
no formation whatsoever.

- They're like a wild horde.
- Where are they coming from?

Some of them are
attacking each other.

Yes, a distinctly rabid nature.

Without overlord control, they
appear to be scavenging for food.

Bottom line, they're
coming right for us.

I see them! They're up that way!

Wait for range!

Fire!

Stand fast! Keep firing!

Keep them off the wall!

Get back! Get back!

You want some
more? I'll give you more!

- Anthony!
- Okay!

- Hey!
- You like that?

- What did I tell you?
- "Hold your position."

Hold your position! Keep your
head! Know your assignment!

The damn cockroaches, Tom, they
tore her apart right in front of me, man.

I know. I know. But
focus that. Use that.

Use Deni to help us all.

Don't worry. We'll
get payback. Trust me.

Breach! Breach! Got a breach!

They're heading for the food!

Keep them away from there!

All of our food was in there.

That was everything.

- Where're these Skitters coming from?
- I don't know,

but they are blocking up
every exit with no letup.

Three attacks in the last hour.

Without a
technological advantage,

this is the Espheni's
idea of a counterpunch.

Yeah, I'd say at the
moment, it's working.

I contacted the Volm orbiting
team as you requested.

And in return, they transmitted
a scattered communication relay.

- What did they say?
- Human militias have encountered

significant overlord
opposition at Victoria Barracks.

- Where's that?
- Sydney, Australia.

So much for our overlord at the
high school being a lone rogue.

What about
overlords in the U.S.?

Skitter armies are advancing
along the Mississippi River delta,

threatening a
five-militia stronghold.

Okay, so everybody's
running into the same buzz saw.

Maybe so, maybe so,
but there was a long time

where I didn't think we'd hear
any news about any other militias.

We need to get in touch with them.
Our leaders need to be in contact.

We need to be sharing
information, sharing strategy.

The Volm galleons in Earth's orbit
are making every effort to communicate

with each militia we find, but
even our technology is limited.

I know. Just tell the general
to redouble his efforts.

We're not doing anybody any good sitting
in the middle of this Espheni beehive.

You're right, but reclaiming
territory is a pipe dream

if we can't weather this storm.

Exactly.

Matt, hey.

What are you doing? Put
that down. We have to study it.

Okay, if our food stores are
down, what are we looking at?

Lost two months'
worth of supplies.

Even severely rationed,
we're not gonna last very long.

We need to get new supplies,
immediately or sooner.

Let's go check on our
transportation situation.

- Cochise.
- After you.

- This one won't go?
- Not unless you push it.

This one's guaranteed to break
down 15 feet outside the gate.

What happened to that minivan
that Hal brought back last month?

- Where the hell is that?
- We took it outside a mile

a couple of days ago. It was
pancaked by a downed beamer.

Crosby was in it. Yeah.

Everybody's chasing the
same moving target as you, Tom.

I know that.

It's just that, uh,
we're a little flat-footed

and we don't even have
a riding lawn mower.

- How the hell did that happen?
- Hey, I don't know.

You think maybe somebody
dropped the ball while you were gone?

- Maybe it was me.
- No, I'm not saying that.

What are you saying?

The reason it happened
is because the one truck

that stands a fighting
chance is missing a part,

a part that doesn't
grow on a tree.

- One truck, one part, one tree.
- In the meantime,

- we've got everybody out looking!
- I'm talking about

we finally had a little
bit of momentum going.

How do we get back on the
war path if there isn't one?

Well, nobody wants to take it to 'em
more than me. But in the meantime,

my job is to make sure
that we have the soldiers

to march that war path
when it comes, and it will.

I'm no entomologist, but I've
never seen anything like this.

It has no antennas, and its
exoskeleton doesn't contain

the typical markers of a wasp.

I mean, it could be an exotic
strain, but it looks mutated.

I got a bad feeling.

Like the Espheni are trying to
replace their military hardware.

Like it's part of some
organic weapon? Great.

You're still bleeding.

Wow. He got you good.

You look like you got bitten
by a piranha. How do you feel?

- I feel fine.
- Yeah, you feel fine.

We have to keep an eye on this.
You have to let me know if you're...

I think there's more of these.
We gotta get out in front of this.

We did not come this far to get eaten
by some kind of mutant alien bugs.

We should put this under a microscope
and find out what we're up against.

We don't have a compound microscope.
We lost it in the blast with Kadar.

Practice is important.

Have you seen
Hal's running shoes?

He's gonna be late for track.

And make sure he eats
something before practice.

It's important.

Did you hear me, Tom?

People need to eat.

What do you mean?

What I mean is, I
can't get a closer look.

I don't even have a
good magnifying glass.

I mean, I can't get a
good look at anything.

Dad.

What?

What is it? What's wrong? What?

What?

When's the last time
you got some sleep?

Dad.

We're all running on fumes.

- Yeah.
- But we're doing this in shifts.

Next time you get a
chance to take break, take it.

All right.

Espheni hardware is
nothing like our own.

Isn't metal, isn't
rubber, isn't skin.

Each material has a consistency
we've never seen before.

Attach the battery.

So, before I can assign any of
these alien parts to human need,

we must understand

each individual behavior.

It's a magnetic reaction.

Espheni technology shaking
hands with human technology.

How goes the Manhattan Project?

More like the Bronx
Project at the moment.

These attacks are
averaging every 15 minutes.

We could really use
something to even the score.

I know, but without
the luxury of time,

this will be hit-and-miss...

Just do what you
can. Keep at it.

Even a little good news
would go a long way.

All right. You got it, Dad.

Hey. Don't touch that.

We have to study it.

I'm so hungry, I
could eat the thing.

I'm Evelyn. We could split it.

Look, we brought that in here
because it's important, okay,

just like everything
else you see.

Okay, this isn't a candy store.

I just promised someone
I'd get these blankets.

That's all.

New girl.

She's from Statesboro.

I found her roaming alone
before the Skitter raids began.

Well, you see what
she was doing?

Definitely can't trust her.

Hey.

I say we order in.

Pizza with mushrooms
and Skitters.

What do you think
they taste like?

Skitters? POPE: Yeah.

Seriously.

If they're even remotely edible,
we could feed the whole camp.

Yeah, but those have
been there for a while.

Freshness
matters? It's an alien.

If it makes you feel better,
we'll feed it to a cat first,

make sure it's safe.

Need a reload over here!

Don't let them in!

Okay, keep it moving.
Just the children.

Hey, Matt.

How did you know my name?

There he is! Get him!

Ain't that many of us.

I'll save you some.

I'm sorry, honey.

Are you... Are you okay?

Matt, get her inside.

- Okay. Let's go.
- Come on, honey.

- What you got, Ben?
- In the rubble there.

I was afraid to even touch it.

Oh!

Look at that. Pineapple.

Well, I can't believe you
didn't take this for yourself.

I didn't want anyone to see
me with them, you know?

The way people are right
now, it would start a riot.

That's a smart move, Ben.

Yeah. That's real smart.

Holy...

So, how long you think?

I don't know.

We may have to turn it
into jerky to have a shot.

That sizzles just like deer.

- Whoa!
- Whoa, Russell, hang on a second.

Gonna wait till we give it
to a cat or something first.

I ain't waiting.

Russell? SARA: Russell?

Oh!

Oh, you old kidder, you.

Give me some of that Skitter.

So, what's it taste
like? What's it like?

You say chicken, I'll
put my foot up your butt.

What's it like?

Don't do this again. Come...

Russell.

- Whoa! What the...
- Russell?

Holy...

Oh, my God.

Wild guess. You're
pinning this thing on me?

What do I got to do, eat
Skitter in front of the 2nd Mass?

It's nobody's fault.

Can't even get outside of
our own camp to hunt for food.

Everybody's getting desperate.

I'm gonna sit down for a minute.

- Get you to a bunk?
- No, I'm fine.

Whoa! Pineapple.

How can you not be licking
that can dry right now?

That's a pot of gold.
Where did you get it?

Oh, I didn't get it. Ben got it.

And we're gonna ration it off
to the people who are worse off.

The people who are desperate and
starving. This could be the answer.

Take a look at this print
right here, what it says.

Right there.

"Telfor Industries.
Guyton, Georgia."

- Local. One county north.
- One county north?

Have you forgotten how impossible it is
to even dangle a foot over these walls?

Not over. Under.

This is us along here.
Right here, storm drain outlet.

We have to climb through there?

It's not exactly close. We'd be
walking right into the Skitters.

Too far for the 2nd Mass to get through,
but a few of us, maybe, to get supplies.

Whoever breaks for it is gonna
need some major downfield blocking.

Yeah, we'll have to lay down
a whole barrage of cover fire

just to have a chance.

What other option do we have?

Colonel is right. The
storm drain leads north,

it goes under the Skitters, it
comes right out of Savannah.

All the way to Effingham
county. First stop, Guyton.

Right smack where the
food-distribution center is.

Assuming it hasn't
been cleaned out already.

- Count me in.
- What?

Are you sure?

What else do I have to do to prove
myself around here? Bail you out again?

It's a good point. Fine.

I'm in, damn it.

Great. TOM: Yeah?

Good call, Dan. Okay, we're
not gonna let a little food shortage

make the difference between
winning and losing this war.

They might need some spikes
to keep them out of trouble.

- Ben and I will go, too.
- Yeah.

Great. Okay, get your gear.

Next window, you guys move out.

- What?
- Nothing.

How fast can you run 200 yards?

- Be my best time ever.
- All clear!

All right, open the
gate! Open the gate!

- Go now!
- Now! Now! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Go! Go! Go!

Go, Sara!

- Cover fire!
- Fire!

I've run out!

Got it!

Move! Get inside! Get inside!

Okay, come on!
Come on! Let's go!

Come on, guys! It's
open! Now! Now! Now!

Shut it, Maggie!

- Come on!
- Come on, Sara!

Seal that off! SARA: I
know. I know. All right.

- All right.
- Come on, Sara!

Almost there. Almost.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's
go! Come on! Let's move!

- Let's go!
- Come on!

They're in. They kept
all the Skitters out.

On a wing and a prayer.

Let's hope they can find
what we're looking for.

- You okay?
- I'm good.

All right, take a little break

and then get back on the
line as soon as you can.

- You know it.
- Come on!

Hold him down! Hold him down!

I got something
for you! Oh, yeah!

- Come on! One more time!
- Give it the beats. Give it to me!

Hold him! Hold him down!

Hit him! MAN:
Come on! Do it again!

Huh? That's it?

What's that? What's that?

Oh, yeah!

Yeah! MAN 2: Get it!

You killed it!

Anthony.

We have defenses
that need repair,

wounded that need tending.

Guns to clean and load.

We are still on high
alert, gentlemen,

and we most certainly
do not have time for this.

You know, it's been
so very selfless of you,

Sara, to volunteer for this
detail. I can't thank you enough.

Yeah, you wanted to be with
me. That's why you're here, isn't it?

You know me better than that.

The objectives set forth
by the 2nd Massachusetts

are first and
foremost in my heart.

I'm gonna end up walking like this
permanently if we ever get out of here.

Can't come back this
way if we find anything.

They're hunting us.
Let's get out of here.

What was that back there?

We tolerate wasting time
with that kind of nonsense now?

There's no code with this enemy.

I've instructed these
men to embrace their rage.

They're gonna need an
outlet for that. I let them have it.

Where's this coming from?

You know damn well conduct
compromised by emotion

- puts us at a tactical disadvantage.
- I know that in my...

I know in my gut we're not
gonna make it across the finish line

if we keep walking
this tightrope.

We have to tap into our most primal,
combative selves until this is over.

I get it. But it's an all-or-nothing
game you're playing.

Just remember, you only got one
self. You know what I'm saying?

Time to flip the switch,

because I guarantee
you the next generation,

and the one after that,
will be grateful that we did.

- Evelyn?
- She isn't getting any better, is she?

This syrup should bring up her
sugar levels a bit. There you go.

But your friend's
not doing so great.

Well, I mean, we're
not friends, not really.

Okay.

You know what?

I am never gonna get a
good look at that bug in the jar

unless I have
something to magnify it.

Do you think you could throw
something together for me?

Yeah, I'll see what I can do.

Hey.

You gonna be all right?

I don't know. I don't even
know which end is up right now.

Yeah. Me neither.

What did you see with
Rebecca? What was it?

I saw starvation.

Somebody was trying to warn
me, but it was too late this time.

What is all this?

Some message from
someone who saved you?

I wonder if we'll ever
try having another child.

Not until the world's
in a much better place.

Well, let's just pray we
get there in one piece.

- That's it.
- Then I suggest we tiptoe.

Let's do it.

- Nice rig.
- Let's go.

Whoa. Ghost town.

Yeah, let's just hope the
ghosts didn't eat all the food.

Diapers, anyone?

Skitter drops from one of
these rafters, I just might.

Please tell me
there's food in here.

Damn it. Nothing!

Guys, there's food in here!

- What is it?
- I think it's some dried fruit.

- Merry Christmas.
- Thank you.

What do you got?

Did you find a case a
beer and a box of pretzels?

Whoo-hoo!

- Oh, my eyes have seen the glory.
- Ding Dongs!

They are so good.

Oh, boy, the highlight of a
very complicated childhood.

I'll say, those damn aliens ain't gonna
take these from my cold, dead hands.

Maggie, Ding Dongs! Ding Dongs!

Whoo-hoo!

Hey. I broke into a lockbox.

Found the keys to
our truck out back.

- Does it start?
- Purrs like a kitten.

- Nice.
- That's a relief.

Should be big enough for us

to be able to steamroll
our way back into camp.

Pope and I will
start loading it up.

- You guys keep working here.
- This one's good to go.

Wait! Wait, wait, wait,
wait. There you go.

Three. Two. One.

Why won't you fly, damn you?

You, uh, doing okay over there?

This drone could help us escape,

but I'm trying not to think
about how hungry I am right now.

Yeah, me, too.

- Check on Evelyn?
- Yeah.

Doesn't look too good.

That's why it's pointless to
know new people around here.

I mean, they're either
lying or dying. Or both.

You know, I was maybe
a year older than you.

Port Elizabeth.

I took tourists fishing
on Sardinia Bay.

Hated it.

Wanted to be a surfing
instructor like my friends.

I was 5 0 kilometers
from shore every day,

but I was always
looking back at the beach.

One trip, this girl visiting from
Great Britain was on the boat.

A few years older than me.
No idea what she was doing.

Couldn't even cast her own
line, but she hooked a baby mako.

A shark?

I helped her pull back on the
rod while she reeled in the line.

Back and forth while
people watched.

She couldn't stop laughing.

Did you catch it?

Uh, no. The line snapped.

What about her?

I never saw her again.

- That's it? That's your story?
- Yeah.

But I've had a wife, family.

Lived a hard life.

But sometimes,

I still wonder what that
girl from Great Britain

might have been
like if I'd just told her,

"I love your laugh."

So, what are the prognosticators saying
about the old Maggie roulette wheel, huh?

'Round and 'round she goes.
Where she stops, nobody knows.

I don't want to have
this conversation.

Come on, Benjamin.

You and I, we got
nothing else to talk about.

Besides, I know exactly
what you're doing.

This ain't about
Maggie at all. No, no, no.

It's about your older
brother's girlfriend.

The ultimate conquest for
a young, red-blooded hybrid

just looking to sow his oats?

So, looks like you
got Ben and Hal

both angling for you these days?

Is it that obvious?

Ah! I got a good
eye for love triangles.

If you're anything like me,
you're totally torn, right?

It's complicated, but, yeah.

I'll tell you, the Masons
just love to share.

But there are other fish
in the sea, you know.

Okay! Back to our regularly
scheduled programming.

Yeah, I get it.

I've been there. It's awkward.

But your gut will
tell you what to do.

Or you could always
go for a three-way.

You realize they're
brothers, right?

Your back's lit up
like a Christmas tree.

No, Pope! No! No!

Whoa!

Guns on the floor! Both of you!

Side arms, too,
just like the ladies.

- Easy!
- Okay, okay.

All right.

We don't have
time to debate this.

We have people back at our
camp in desperate need of food.

Look, many of them
are children. They're kids.

No. I won't let you
out. Can't trust you.

Look, there's plenty of food

in this warehouse.
There's enough for all of us.

Food in here has kept
us alive for three months.

It's gonna need to keep
us alive for a lot more.

Us?

All right, I'll bite.

What's behind door
number one, kid?

He doesn't like
it closed too long.

He doesn't?

You got to let us out.

It's my brother.

Brian.

What the hell have you
locked us in here with?

It sounds like a skitterized
human! It's what they did to Jeanne.

Your brother must be pretty strong to
have made it all the way back to you.

He's always been a fighter.

They used him
on a raid in Evans.

But he broke from
it, and he found me.

He still lashes out sometimes.

But then I see him cry over it

and I know the real Brian
is still in there somewhere.

I'm Maggie.

- Caitlin.
- Ben and I can relate. See our spikes?

- Oh, my God.
- Guess that makes us the lucky ones.

- But can you fix Brian?
- Yes, we can.

We have a machine
back at our camp

that can reverse the
process that changed Brian.

It saved Ben and I.

- What is she saying?
- Shh!

Come with us. We can help Brian.

Help Brian.

By the field. Take over.

On the bright side, we'll starve to
death before we run out of ammo.

You and I have been
at odds, I know that.

Maybe you think I was out of
line, what I did with the men.

No, I don't think
you were out of line.

Incoming!

Take them out!

We need a reload
supply right now!

Does anybody hear that?

Do you hear that? It's
coming from over here!

Look out! Look out!
Coming through!

They're out there! It's them!

Cover!

All right! Let's clear a path!

Mason! Clear the path!

Dad, help! Help!

Three.

- Two.
- Go!

One.

Come on! Come on!

- Open the gate!
- It's blocked on the other side!

Cover!

- Cover fire!
- Go! Go!

Open the gate!

Close! Close it!

- Let's go! Let's go!
- Come on, Hal. Get in here.

Ta-da!

We did not come
back empty-handed!

Yeah! Nor alone!

Welcome to the 2nd Mass.

You guys did great.
Let's unload some box...

- Whoa, wait! Whoa! Whoa!
- What's in there?

That would be a
skitterized human.

- It's under control.
- Yeah, sure it is.

Maggie didn't feel quite
right breaking a promise.

I gave her our word.

Yeah, now, you gave
your word based on a lie.

- Over here!
- Hal!

Hal? Hal? He's unconscious!

Dad.

- We need a stabilizer.
- Clear a path!

- Clear a path!
- Stay back.

Come on. Let's get him inside.

- Come on! Clear a path!
- Move aside.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Come on. Let's go.

- That was a bad idea.
- Yeah. Nice try, soldier.

They're still forcing
food into you.

How long have I been
completely useless like this?

Long enough for the whole
camp to check in on you.

Your dad currently
holds the record.

Mmm-hmm.

I was scared for you, too.
You were starved, almost gone.

It's great to see your face.

- What? You didn't think I'd make it?
- I'm not talking about the food run.

I mean this, right
here. You next to me.

Well, I couldn't
leave you because

I had to bring you these.

No way.

I remember you telling me
how much you missed them,

so I hope they hold up.

I never thought I'd see
another one of these.

That was like music.

Stand guard.

It's okay. I'm here.
It's gonna be okay.

Just try to relax.

It's gonna be okay.
It'll be over soon.

You know that we can't help him.

The only way we could get back
with the food was to tell her we could.

- I get it.
- I'm here. It's me.

All right, it's gonna
be over soon.

- And these people are gonna help us.
- And we're all grateful, Ben.

But somebody's gonna
have to tell that girl.

I will.

- I'll go with you.
- No.

- You weren't there.
- It will be okay.

I'll do it alone.

I'm sorry.

Hey. POPE: Don't
look. Don't look.

- Come on. Can I look now? Okay, okay.
- All right, yeah, you can look.

- That's a nice view.
- Yeah.

No Skitters, at least.

Who did you have to
call to make it so quiet?

Hey, don't jinx it. I
just sprayed the place.

Wow.

Here, have a... Actually,
any one you want.

Take this one. Take this one.

This is...

This is nice.

It's kind of like
the old normal,

but it's even better.

There we go.

Not quite your
birthday. Not yet, but...

Feels like my birthday.

This is incredible,

considering that our first
and last drink together

was when I drugged your beer.

Ah!

Yeah.

Thank you.

- Medicine?
- Mmm.

Vitamin supplements,
antioxidants, minerals.

You know, help with metabolic...

Wow!

I, uh, tried to make it
look like a real microscope,

but, uh, you probably don't
need the stand or the arm clamps.

But should help you get
a good look at the bug.

Dingaan helped.

I love it. Thank you.

- I'm gonna go check on her.
- Oh. Okay. Yeah.

- Hi.
- Hey.

They have awesome
snacks in here.

You should try some.

I would, but they
said you ate them all.

I love your laugh.

Thanks.

Still no Skitters.
They just stopped.

I can't make any
sense out of it.

Well, you're all
set up, aren't you?

- I know. Matt made this.
- Hmm.

Okay. From what I
can see... Oh, my God.

It has Skitter legs, but
its arms are Espheni.

And it has black
hornet wings on its back.

So, it is a mutation, like we
thought, only it's a different species.

Yeah, like some kind
of DNA bouillabaisse.

It has human eyes.

Think the Espheni
are using human DNA?

- Oh!
- What? What?

We got to find out
where that came from.

Oh, my God. It wasn't dead.

- Cunning like a human.
- Where's it going?

We haven't seen a Skitter
since yesterday. Let's find out.

Hey, don't shut it!
We're coming out!

Where is it? Do you see it?

What's that sound?

What is that?

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