All language subtitles for Falling Skies S05E07 Everybody Has Their Reasons

A working military
base after three years?

- With real soldiers.
- How's that even possible?

Well-fortified.

Water on three
sides, good sight lines.

The right group of
men could hold it.

Good call coming here, Colonel.

Did you see the firepower
attached to those armored Humvees?

Browning M2s, 500
rounds a minute.

Hoo-whee!

This place could be
everything we hope for.

Food, supplies,
trucks, weapons...

Manpower.

Sure would be nice to boost
our ranks for the final push.

Let's not pop the
champagne just yet.

We don't know anything
about who's down there.

Come on.

All right, how
should we play it?

Let's take a closer look.
Approach through the woods.

Once we know it's
safe, we'll circle back,

get the rest of the
2nd Mass wagon train.

Cochise and Dingaan can join us

after they figure out
that damn Espheni hub.

If they figure that thing out.

Got a trip wire.

Looks like they got the
place booby-trapped.

Smart move. I'd do the same.

What do you think it sets off?

Ooh.

They're not shooting to kill.

Not exactly a welcome mat.

Freeze!

Weapons on the ground now!

Weapons on the ground now!

Easy! Easy!

Tom Mason, 2nd Massachusetts.

This is my son Hal.

Colonel Dan Weaver.

Where's the rest of your party?

Where's the rest of yours?

You got a commanding
officer back at that base?

- Guns on the ground now!
- We're not putting our guns down!

We don't know
who the hell you are!

Get your guns on the
ground right now! Drop them!

Dan Weaver? Is that you?

Katie Marshall.

Well, I'll be.

Stand down, fellas!

Dan, meet the 14th Virginia.

Good to meet ya.

Matt!

Of all the gin joints on
all the Eastern seaboard...

Set up shop here a year ago.

Enemy wiped out the
joint army/navy forces

stationed here during
the initial invasion.

We all got hit hard.

We hit back harder.

Fighting 14th stands
about four dozen strong.

With our 40, that
makes a couple platoons

for our march on Washington.

Technically, Colonel Weaver, you
are now the ranking officer on this base.

Technically speaking,
you have set up

a base defense operation center,

therefore, you may retain

the responsibility of post
commander. I'll observe you.

That's some enlightened thinking
for an old curmudgeon like yourself.

No, not really. The
ultimate responsibility

for the objectives of
our Washington mission

will be mine.

Basically, we think the
Espheni are using D.C.

as a major base of operations.

We don't know exactly
what they're planning,

but our intel says it's gonna
be bigger than the power core.

We'll stop 'em before they
can put their plan into action.

This is the final push, Captain.

Can't wait for you to brief me.

Perimeter is secure, Captain.

Thank you, Lieutenant Shelton.

See that our new guests
have everything that they need.

He's a good soldier. Not
much of a bedside manner.

Yeah, I kind of got that when
he pointed his gun at me.

It's a very impressive arsenal
you have here, Captain.

Unfortunately, we haven't had
enough soldiers to utilize most of it.

Until now.

Colonel Weaver.

Impressed.

I should have known aliens
couldn't keep you down.

Second Lieutenant Demarcus Wolf.

Thanks to Captain Marshall.

Ah. You were smart to
stick by her all these years.

She always did have
the makings of a leader.

Sir.

I learned from the best.

I'd just arrived into Fallujah, and
Colonel Weaver here got stuck with me

while we were pinned
down by insurgents.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, yeah, you know, you get
to know each other real quick

under those circumstances.

I truly believed the sub-communicator
could hack its frequency.

We've already wasted
half the day on it, Cochise.

Even if this thing is some
kind of Enigma machine...

What is an Enigma machine?

In World War II, the Germans built
a device to encrypt their messages.

The British built a machine
to decode those messages.

The good guys won the war.

Ah.

We could likewise use this hub
to intercept Espheni communiqués.

We can't figure it out.

We're gonna have to
rejoin the others at the base.

Then we remove the hub
from the ground and transport it.

How do we do that?

Every time someone
touches the damn thing,

they get hit with a blast
of alien mumbo jumbo.

Perhaps...

We devise a series
of pulleys and levers

so we do not make physical
contact with the device.

No.

No, Cochise.

Uh, Dingaan.

Dingaan! Stop!

Dingaan!

Okay.

Let's not try that again.

Got any other bright ideas?

Then a couple of weeks
ago out of the blue,

beamers dropped out of the
sky, mechs ran out of juice.

Like somebody flipped the
Espheni power switch to off.

That's 'cause somebody did.

We discovered their power
core was on the moon.

Tom flew a captured
beamer up there,

destroyed it and
the rest of their tech.

You flew a beamer to the moon?

And lived to tell the tale.

Well, that put
them on their heels.

We fired up our gennys and got
the command post up and running.

Bare bones, but it's a hell of a lot
better than what we had a month ago.

This isn't real time, is it?

No, but it's as up-to-date as
possible based on radio intel.

Awesome. We picked up a
satellite-uplink truck on the way.

Talk to Lieutenant Wolf.
He's our signal corps officer.

And all these
red clusters are...

Hot zones with reported
heavy Espheni resistance.

That means there's
an Overlord in the area.

Our best estimate is that there
are about 100 left in the U.S.

- Hundred Overlords? Based on what?
- Volm.

Volm intel on the ground, and
their tech ID'd downed mother ships.

You been working with the Volm?

We've heard about the Volm
relocating humans to South America.

We declined that offer.

What the hell am I gonna
do in Brazil, work on my tan?

We agreed to fight with
them, shoulder to shoulder.

Well, I wouldn't go that far.

It's not like the Yankees,
the Limeys, and the Frogs

all fighting a common enemy.

We haven't seen
the Volm in weeks.

Our contact, though, did
leave us a little recon gear

- before he went back to his ship.
- Right.

See, what we've been focused on
is trying to dismantle Espheni tech,

and we've instructed the
militias around the globe

to do the same.

The plan is that while
they're clearing out

their respective regions,

we, together,
march on the Capitol.

Right into the
heart of darkness.

Our troops surround the city, put a
stranglehold on the Espheni's neck

till their feet stop kicking.

Take back D.C., then
the country, then the world.

That's the idea.

You came back
different from that farm.

More focused, clean shave.

Came back older.

I like it.

Though I am jealous you got
a 24 hour break at a farmhouse

with a woman that wasn't me.

I saw something
at that farmhouse.

I saw that the world that we
thought was gone still exists.

I was so close to it.

So trust me, there's
gonna be so much quiet,

you're gonna be
bored to death of me.

Yeah. I'm headed
to the infirmary.

Sounds like they could
use a real-live doctor.

Hey. You want to tell
me how you managed

to survive three years of
war and still look that good?

Every guy that hits on me, I
just kill them and drink their blood.

No hablo español.

Hi.

Am I interrupting?

I don't think we've met,
man. I'm Hal Mason.

Sergeant Zak Kagel.

- Nice to meet you.
- Yeah, man.

Well, it's great
having you all here.

It's just the jolt of
energy we're gonna need

to win this war, am I right?

You are.

Marking your territory?

Ha ha. Please.

You should talk to her.

The two of you clearly have a
whole lot of unfinished business.

We've had dead Skitters in
the lab, hornets, whirly-bugs...

Whirly-bugs?

Ugly-ass flying things with
eight legs and bulging heads.

Oh, they call them waspers.

We even had an Overlord once.

Cut his ass open,
did some tests.

What were your findings?

That he was an
evil alien sumbitch.

Now, let me get this straight.

You shot the Colonel?

Is that friendly fire or, uh...

No, I meant to shoot him.

Y'all had a Volm with you?

Cochise.

He was fiddling with
this Espheni device we...

Uh, I found.

Hey.

Everything all right?

The spikes are out. I'm great.

Yeah. I know.

But...

I mean, that was a
life-threatening risk

that you took, taking
your spikes out, Maggie.

- Did you...
- Yeah, Hal, I did it for you.

It had nothing to do
with being terrorized

by not knowing who I was
or what I was capable of.

All that paled in comparison to a
chance at winning Hal Mason back.

Well, good.

I'm glad to hear that you
just thought about yourself.

Yeah, I'm glad to
see you found yourself

a little cushion out
there to fall back on.

Are you talking about Isabella?

Maggie, I think that you're
giving yourself a lot of credit here.

You think I have...

I'm putting together a little
get to know you shindig.

We got alcohol...

- I'm in.
- I like it.

This is awesome.

It's a wish list for how we want
the world to be after the war.

You've been polling?

Yeah.

A little light reading for you.

- Do you know this book?
- No.

De Tocqueville.

A Frenchman who traveled
around America in the 1800s,

viewed Western expansion
and wrote his criticisms,

observations of
America in this book.

I think you'll get
a kick out of it.

Thanks, Dad.

I want you to keep
working on this, though.

- All right.
- I really like this.

- Cool.
- We're gonna need this, too.

Linda and I split up right after
the girls got to high school.

You and Burt?

Uh... No, that did not work out.

The way you looked after
me over there, Burt just...

He couldn't do that.

Hmm.

Well, I looked after all the
soldiers under my command.

All right, well, how you
looked after me, then.

And how you...

Looked at me, too.

How'd you get that beauty mark?

Uh, that was, um...

Close call.

About six weeks ago, squad got,
uh, ambushed by a bunch of Skitters.

- We scattered.
- Right.

Yeah, it was, uh...

Anyway...

To second chances.

The 14th.

We're not blood
kin like you guys,

but we're definitely
a family, too.

- Hear, hear.
- Right. Uh-huh.

Yo!

And when your
brother's got your back,

it makes all the difference.

Right.

Captain Marshall brought order

to a world that
doesn't have any.

Three squares a
day don't hurt, neither.

- Yep.
- Are you all military?

All the 14th?

Yes, ma'am.

Don't like the
drills or nothing,

but maintaining order
is necessary for survival.

Cool spikes, bro.

Can I touch 'em?

Um...

Yeah. Sure. Go ahead.

Bzzzt!

Good one, super-freak.

- Oh, that's a nasty infection.
- Yep.

What happened?

Uh, we were out on patrol,

hunting collaborators.

We traded gunfire.
I took a stray bullet.

As in human collaborators?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Bullet was a through-and-through.

I stitched him up.
Everything was fine.

- But now a week later, it's...
- Doesn't look fine anymore.

Yeah, I'm gonna
have to re-open it,

find out what's
causing that infection.

What do you guys have in the
way of painkillers and antibiotics?

Nada. Our cupboard's bare.

No PVP-I or Iodine
tincture or Dakin's solution?

Nothing.

Well, can you at least
find me some maggots?

Whoa, maggots?

Yeah, they're gonna eat
away all that necrotic tissue.

It's gross but effective,
just like in the olden days.

Just find out wherever
they're dumping the food,

open one of the bags, you
shouldn't have to look hard.

Okay.

Don't worry. You'll get used
to the creepy-crawly feeling.

- What's going on?
- We need you to come with us.

Why would I do that?

Okay, put the guns down, guys.

You don't want to
do this. Trust me.

What's up, super-freak?

All right, so tell me
about this dinosaur.

How's this thing work?

This is an old-school combat
radio, like in 'Nam days.

Chatter on here blew
up a few weeks ago.

Militias started talking.

Some of them call
themselves Mason militias.

I ain't even know what
that meant till now.

So why don't you tell
the troops to come here?

Captain. She don't
want us engaging them.

My orders are to listen and log.

Do not respond in case any of them
have been compromised by the Espheni.

That's a little paranoid,
don't you think?

You don't agree
with those orders?

Look, I owe Captain
Marshall my life.

But you ask me, we
spend way too much time

worrying about
human collaborators,

you know what I mean?

And I been with Katie
a long time, and...

She's different than she was.

Different?

How?

I don't know if it's the war

or her being bushwhacked
a few weeks back, but...

It's like she got ice
running through her veins.

Well, leadership takes a toll.

I know that firsthand.

May I?

That's a lot of
militias out there.

Yes, sir.

You two get this radio
network up and running ASAP.

We need your help, LT.

Requesting permission to have
breakfast with Captain Marshall.

Permission granted.

Clean up nice there, Colonel.

Thank you.

Although you know what they
say about commanding officers

fraternizing with
their subordinates.

I didn't know that we
were, uh, fraternizing.

Least, not yet.

Okay, Trevor, this is
what's gonna happen.

I'm gonna carefully undo the
stitches. Then, hopefully, I'm gonna find

and remove this foreign
object that's giving us problems.

Then I'm gonna let the maggots
go to work on the infection.

They're gonna eat
all the dead tissue,

inside and outside of your body.

All right, then I'm
gonna redo your sutures.

Now, in terms of pain
relief, in lieu of painkillers,

all I can offer you
is some hard liquor.

Thanks, but...

I'm a decade sober, so...

- All right.
- Don't worry about me, doc. I can manage.

Got it.

A piece of your shirt got
caught in the entry wound

when the bullet went through.

Okay, that's good news, okay?

All right, now here
comes the weird part.

It's okay.

I'm not a spy.

I know the Espheni
infiltrated your unit.

Them spikes got to be hooked
up to their main circuit board.

Do you report to an Overlord,

or is this some sort of
telepathic communication?

I've learned how
to control my spikes.

They help me kill the
Espheni. Don't you get that?

Let's see what we got here.

Oh.

You don't want to talk?

That's fine.

Don't say I didn't give you
the chance, now, super-freak.

What do you think you're
doing, giving orders to my men?

Why isn't Lieutenant Wolf
contacting other militias?

- I thought we all agreed on a plan.
- Ah.

Tom Mason's march on D.C.

To find out what the
Espheni are planning there.

I'm sorry, I don't understand
the logic in hunkering down.

Our focus has been on strategic
strikes, not home-run swings.

That strategy has
kept my men alive.

Respectfully, do you want to
survive, Captain, or do you want to win?

Have you really been letting
a schoolteacher give orders?

- We're all on the same side.
- That's what I thought, too.

'Course, I'm only a schoolteacher,
so I may be wrong when I say that

I think the fighting 14th
seems a little bit more interested

in military decorum
than in actually fighting.

Captain Marshall?

Easy, Tom.

I have to attend to this.

What do you mean, "Easy"?

They're not even going
after Espheni targets.

They're more interested in
going after human collaborators.

Listen, I understand. I get it.

You got some history
with Captain Marshall.

Whoa! Hey!

You think I'd lose
track of the big picture

because an old flame
bats her eyes at me?

No, I don't. That's
not what I'm saying.

I think we may have
to remind your old flame

who the real enemy is.

It's a difficult situation, Tom.

Gonna be a little
tension at first.

- I understand what she's talking about...
- Yeah, apparently.

Stop squirming.

Stop squirming!

You already had a
few of these removed.

With a Volm device!

Right, your Volm
pals. My mistake.

Stop it!

Stop it.

You're still alive, huh?

Yeah.

Lieutenant Shelton?

Where's my son?

Where's Ben? Nobody's
seen him since last night.

It doesn't even look like he
slept in his bed. Where is he?

Your son is being
questioned about his spikes.

Questioned on whose
orders? Captain Marshall's?

Captain Marshall
has been apprised.

I assure you, it's standard
operating procedure

for anyone suspected
of Espheni influence.

"Espheni influence."

Have you lost your mind?

I want my son
released right now.

Can't do that, sir.

Your son is suspected
of espionage.

Listen to me.

If my son's an
Espheni spy, so am I!

I've been on their ships!

I've had eye worms.

We work with the Volm
because I gave the order.

If that amounts to
treason on this base,

lock me up with my son.

Escort Mr. Mason to the brig.

Whoa.

Hal Mason, you
need to come with us.

Let's do it the easy way.

Let's go. Move. Go on. Move.

Turn in your weapons
at the armory.

Let's go! MAN 2: Inside.

They're locking up my people, and
they're taking away our weapons.

- What the hell's going on?
- I'm still trying to get a clear picture

of what actually went down.

In the meantime, my men are
taking necessary precautions.

What kind of precautions?

Frankly, I've gotten
some worrisome claims

about certain members
of the 2nd Mass.

What is this?

You got a dossier on us?

Dan, put yourself in my shoes.

A man I don't know
comes onto my base

and tells me he flew
a beamer to the moon.

He admits to having
had eye worms,

to being held on
an Espheni ship.

His sons are also infected.

That's what they do to you!

They took my Jeanne,
and they turned her into...

Dan, I'm sorry. I...

- I'm sorry. I didn't...
- Well, now you do know.

And Tom and his family have
been victimized the same way.

All right, hopefully, we
can just chalk this up

to an unfortunate
misunderstanding.

But is it possible
that the Espheni

are playing a long
game with Tom Mason,

one that you or me,
or even Tom himself

isn't aware of?

That's ridiculous.

Loyalty always
was your strength...

And your weakness.

You stuck it out in a marriage
you knew was doomed.

You covered for the brigadier
general when you knew he was a drunk.

- I covered for you, too, Katie.
- Yes, you did.

I should have been reprimanded.
Instead, you took the heat for me.

That's the moment I knew
I loved you, Dan Weaver.

He said he flew a ship.

To the moon.

What would you
do if you were me?

Matt, Matt, Matt.
Hey, hey, it's me!

It's me. Me.

- Shh, shh.
- What's going on?

Things are going a
little bit south here, Matt,

and I need your help.

We got to get you out of here.

- What about dad and Ben?
- I'm working on it.

But we got limited options.

I need you to go to
the whiskey distillery

and bring back reinforcements.

- How am I gonna get out?
- You remember those motorcycles

you saw on the way in here?

Yeah, the ones they
use for patrol, right?

You just hop one of those
and ride through the front gate.

They're just gonna let
me through the gate?

I helped myself to some laundry.

Here put this on,
like you own it.

Ride past the sentries,

wave to them like
you're going on patrol.

Uh... Yeah.

I know you can do this, Matt.

You're the only one
I can trust with this.

I need your help.

You can do it. I know you can.

It's not over till
it's over, Colonel.

It ain't over till
it's over, soldier.

If I supply the mech
pod with electricity...

It reacts.

So...

- Maybe, Cochise...
- Hmm?

Possibly, huh?

If we can swap it
out with the hub,

this mech pod
will mimic its pulse.

Or bring the house
down and kill us all.

I should be the one to
perform this exchange.

No, no, no. We're pretty
sure it won't kill a human.

If it kills the last
Volm we have left,

Tom and Anne are gonna kill me.

But we need to bring
this hub to the others

if we stand any chance of
intercepting Espheni communiqué.

Okay, listen up.

You...

And I...

Are gonna lift...

This hub...

Out of this nest of wires

while you put the
mech pod in its place.

Now, when you touch it,

it's gonna feel like a freight
train going through your brain.

Fight through it.

Otherwise, we're all dead.

On my count.

Four...

Three...

Two...

Now!

Dingaan?

It worked. Huh.

It worked!

- All right, man!
- Uh...

Okay.

Yes.

Where is my husband?

You can't keep her locked
up here without an explanation.

You two are gonna be
laid up far worse than he is

if you don't tell me
what's going on!

- What is happening?
- I need you to calm down, ma'am.

Do not touch me!

You want to get yourself
locked up in the brig,

- like your husband?
- The brig?

What is my husband
doing in the brig?

If they think we're
with the Espheni,

they're not gonna
let us sit for very long.

We got to be ready
when they come.

Are you ready?

On your feet, fellas.

Hands on the back wall.

Right arm back, Mason.

Come on!

Put your gun down!

Watch your back!
Watch your back!

Guns down! Here's
what's gonna happen.

We're gonna walk out of here,
and when we're safely off the base,

we'll let Lieutenant Shelton go.

Guns down on three.

One, two...

You know, Captain
Marshall warned me

that only the guilty try to run.

Stop!

Come on!

I always did like them feisty.

Drop the knife.

Now.

Maggie.

Been looking for you.

Wanted to talk
about them spikes.

Heard you had them removed.

I bet that was painful.

Not as painful
as it was for Ben.

You should have
heard him scream.

Those spikes were the worst
thing that ever happened me.

I got rid of them
the first chance I got.

But you know what?

I've never felt better.

Thank you.

For the record, Maggie,
about Hal, I'm sorry about...

You have nothing
to be sorry for.

Hal and I screwed that one up
all on our own, especially me.

Look, we're not gonna go
for cosmos or anything, but...

Yeah, you and I are
gonna need each other.

I want to believe
that they're innocent.

You're right to be cautious, but you
know the right thing to do here, Katie.

I want to be clear, Dan,
you are not under suspicion,

but your friends have fallen
under Espheni influence.

And their court-martial will
determine to what extent.

- Court-martial?
- Of course.

This is a military base.
Military law still holds.

Is that what you've
been doing here?

Holding trials for human
collaborators who might have turned?

We have been fighting
the enemy on all fronts.

Dan, you know how this
war can change people.

I've been fighting beside
Tom Mason for years,

and he is no traitor.

And a court-martial is
no supposition of guilt,

but there are inconsistencies
that need to be probed

and documented by a judge.

Judge? Judge?

The Katie that I used to know

would have looked for
the good in these men.

And they are good
men. They are, Katie.

When I found you hiding
in that bombed-out building,

afraid to go back
into the fight,

I knew there was a
good soldier there.

And for that, I will forever
be in your debt, Dan.

And that debt was repaid in full

by you becoming the
soldier you became.

The woman you became.

I believed in you, Katie.

I believe in you.

And I believe in Tom Mason.

Ain't over till it's over.

Room!

What the hell did you do to him?

Hey, what happened?

They pulled out
one of my spikes.

You tortured my son?

He was a perceived threat
to our security, Mr. Mason.

Captain?

This court-martial
is in session.

Mr. Mason, you admitted
to having eye worms

along with your son Hal.

They were both cleared
by a certified doctor.

You mean Tom's wife?

Who's employed Volm technology

to remove Espheni
harnesses like Ben's.

Ben's spikes have
been a great resource.

But there's a telepathic
connection, no?

You can't be
certain that your son

has not shared information
with the enemy, can you?

No, Ben received intel from
the Overlord that helped us,

that helped all of us.

Oh, is that when
he and the girl...

Maggie helped you
interrogate a captured Overlord?

I heard that was
quite a parlor trick.

We took out a major
base of Espheni operations.

Right, the hatchery.

And the, uh, power
grid in Boston.

- No, that was before.
- The moon.

And, of course,
the Mason militias.

We didn't name them that.

The word got out
about my father.

- That's where the name came from.
- Thanks to the Volm, no?

Do these Mason militia know who
the man they're blindly following is?

Who's telling them
to march on D.C.?

I don't think we're
ever gonna get to D.C.

if we keep fighting each other.

I mean, I'm sorry, I can't believe that
the members of the 14th would rather

sit here and waste their
time in a kangaroo court

- instead of fight...
- Tell me more about this

Espheni communication
device you found.

Why did you lie

about two members of your
team who stayed behind,

one of which was the Volm,

who you insisted
went back to his ship?

Okay. Different angle.

How did you know where
the power core was located?

We saw green flashes
coming from the moon.

I saw them, and then there was

a tow-rope of beamers
cruising up there.

Beamers? That's right.

I'm just a soldier,
so I could be wrong,

but I'm finding it very
difficult to understand

how it is that you flew
a beamer to the moon

and, as you said,
lived to tell the tale.

How did you get
back here, Mr. Mason?

Mr. Mason?

Mr. Mason!

After you supposedly
blew up the power core,

how did you get back to Earth?

I'm not quite sure.

And yet, you still
hold firm in your belief

that the eye worms
and the spikes

and all the other alien tech

that you and your people
have been infected by

is completely gone.

I don't have to
defend myself to you.

This isn't a court-martial.
This is a joke.

How dare you.

How dare you throw
our accomplishments

back at us as lies.

You want to put me on trial,
do it when the war is over.

- Tom.
- What? This is absurd.

Putting humans on trial
in the middle of this war,

that's not an accomplishment.

That, Captain, is treason.

- Take it easy.
- What?

I hope you're keeping very
good records here today,

because history will
judge you, all of you,

for what you're doing.

Captain?

Tom Mason, Hal
Mason, and Ben Mason,

you have been found guilty of
collaborating with the enemy.

For these crimes
against your country,

your sentence is death.

English SDH