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You wanna make that rendezvous with your
skitters, I suggest you suck it up and fast.

Nice work, boys.

Looks like you dropped us into the middle
of a good old-fashioned coup.

Shut up, Pope. Why now, general?

What were you waiting for?
The perfect scapegoat? The 2nd Mass?

I've been waiting for Dr. Manchester
to come to his senses.

And patiently, I might add.

And I was acting in the best interest
of our citizens.

The people voted for civil rule,
not for a military junta.

Ah, don't be so naive, Arthur.

Eventually, the aliens will find us.

We have no choice
but to go on the offensive now.

You with us or not?

Not this way.

I'm sorry, but my vision of the new United
States doesn't begin with a military coup.

I'll agree that Arthur lost sight of some
of the original goals, but to put him in jail...

...declare martial law?

Your actions are misguided, sir.

I would have assumed,
given its reputation...

...the 2nd Mass would be chomping
at the bit for the chance...

...to take it to the enemy.

I guess I assumed wrong.

Lock them up! Get them inside!

Appreciate the solidarity, Tom.

This has nothing to do with you,
believe me.

That's an outer security perimeter breach.
Let's move! Let's move!

Clear the area! Clear the area now!
Move! Move!

Prepare to fire!

Stand by!

- General, wait. Those are the rebels.
- How can you be sure?

- The one with the red eye, I know him.
- I said, prepare to fire!

Stop!

We're not here to hurt anyone.

Ben.

- Are you all right?
- Ben!

General, tell your men
to lower their weapons.

Sir?

- Hold your fire.
- Stand down.

We'll begin if that's okay.

It is good to see you again, professor.

I'm sorry that our last meeting
had to end so badly.

No one is to blame,
except perhaps our mutual enemy.

What the hell is going on here?

The skitter talks through a human.
Don't ask me how.

What, uh?

What brings you here?

Captain Weaver, I'm not sure
you realize the prize you had...

...when you captured the Overlord
last week.

We didn't want any prize.
We were trying to survive.

Understandable.
That particular Overlord, however...

...oversees all military operations
in the eastern part of this continent.

And I am sure
that if you had suspected his value...

...you would not have let him live.

How can one fish-head
be that important?

The greatest strength of the Overlords
is also their most profound weakness.

The Eshpeni, as they are called,
have unimaginable intellectual capacity.

They have no need for computational
or information-storage devices.

- They keep everything in their heads?
- Yes.

Each one of them controls huge sections
of their interplanetary operations.

But because they speak through many
harnessed species, such as ourselves...

...our oppressors
must keep their plans secret.

I don't see how any of this concerns us.

General, if that Overlord had been killed,
alien operations in this part of the world...

...would have been thrown
into complete and utter chaos.

You still haven't answered
why this information is relevant now.

We have access through our operatives
to the Eshpeni's movements.

We know when and where he will be
and when he will be vulnerable.

Where?

A weapon is being constructed on
the 35th parallel, not 500 miles from here.

What weapon? What's its purpose?

We were not able
to acquire that information.

It's not relevant for our purposes.
What we do know...

...is that the Overlord will be there
three days from now.

So we just walk in and kill the damn thing?

Surely there are defense mechanisms
in place.

On the surface, but underground caves
and narrow limestone fissures...

...lead right up to the outside
of the buried section of the facility.

If you have all this information,
why do you need us?

We cannot enter the area undetected.

They will sense our presence
because of our harnesses.

Also, we lack the weapons needed to breach
the compound and eliminate the Overlord.

This is why we have exposed ourselves
and turned to you for help.

Well, that's a lot of information to digest.

We're gonna need some time
to sort this out.

As you wish.

We will wait outside the city.

But time is of the essence, general.

A target of opportunity such as this
rarely presents itself twice.

Agreed.

You have to leave too?
You can't stay just for a night?

- Your brothers would love it.
- I can't. At least not yet.

Gotta go.

I don't mind telling you I've never heard
a bigger crock of bull crap in my life.

Sir, I know how it seems...

...but, reluctantly, I've come to believe
that the rebel skitters are real.

I am not sending my forces
on a wild-goose chase...

...with some red-eyed monster,
no matter how real they may be.

I've known Dan Weaver
and Tom Mason for a long...

This discussion is over. Take these men
to their cages and secure the perimeter.

Those damn things come within 10 meters
of here, shoot them on sight.

- Yes, sir.
- My son is still with them.

Regrettable, but hardly my responsibility.

What happened to
"Let's fight the enemy"?

- You're out of line, professor.
- Sir!

What is it, captain?
I'm losing my patience here.

You're right, sir.
It's insane to risk Charleston's army...

...for a mission so dangerous.
But I do know one fighting unit...

...that's capable of carrying out this mission
successfully, and that's the 2nd Mass.

Sorry, Captain Weaver, but I'm not willing
to risk even your sorry unit. It's suicide.

We've been living at the edge of death
for so long, we don't know any different.

Besides, you know we're gonna
be a thorn in your backside...

...as long as we hang around here.
Am I wrong?

Quite correct, captain.
In fact, I'd make it my career.

Fine.

Muster your fighters.

You can reconnoiter with your
skitter friends outside the complex.

Dismissed.

Clemmons, I'm sure I don't have
to tell you that we have a target...

...of opportunity here, sergeant.

And it's waiting right outside
this complex.

- You mean the skitters.
- Exactly.

Get your men ready.

I don't want a single skitter bastard
left alive by morning.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Ben!

Hey.

What are you doing here, Hal?

Can't a guy see his brother?

- You're not sleeping like that, are you?
- Tried it.

Blood rushed to my head and I passed out.
Guess I'm human after all.

- I didn't mean it like that.
- I'm joking.

- Seriously, why did you come here?
- Seriously, to see you.

I know things got a little crazy
between us, and, well, um...

I just wanna say I'm sorry.

For my part in it, I'm really sorry.

I'm sorry too.

Nothing seems to have made
a lot of sense recently, does it?

- Heh. Amen to that.
- Heh.

Until now.

Really? How so?

I think I found the place I belong.

- You mean here, with the skitters?
- Yeah.

- Your place is with your family, doofus.
- Hal.

No, seriously, listen to me.
Dad needs you.

I mean, we all need you.

All right? You had your fun.
Now it's time to come home.

The world doesn't work
that way anymore.

You know, it wasn't that long ago
we were fighting side by side.

- We made quite a team, remember?
- We did.

But...

You're staying.

With them.

Yes.

Boy, you can be frustrating.

I'm a younger brother. That's what we do.

I suppose.

But you're so damn good at it.

Be careful, okay?

You too.

Well, this was a short-lived paradise.

Honestly, I'm happy to get back
on the front line.

I never thought I'd say it,
but there's something about the...

Rush?

- Yeah. I suppose that's it.
- Yeah.

Maybe we've just been fighting so long
we don't know anything else.

I know...

I'm sorry. Um...

Are you okay?

Uh... Yeah, I'm fine.

It's nothing.

Um...

Does Tom know?

That I'm pregnant?

No.

And I'm not gonna tell him
till we're back from this mission.

Okay.

House arrest.

Could he possibly be more humiliating?
I built this community.

I invited Bressler here to join us,
for God's sake.

The general crossed the line.
No question.

But you've gotta take some responsibility
for what's happened here.

Oh, I suppose. I suppose so.

Yes, yes, I made some errors
in judgment.

And the general is not an evil man, Tom.

The only problem is
that he thinks with his rifle.

Arthur, I've never known you
to be one for metaphors.

- Well, in this case, apt, no?
- Without question.

When Colonel Porter teamed Dan Weaver
and I up together, I thought he was insane.

I half expected him to kill me in my sleep.

But somehow, some way,
we found a middle ground.

But we both know the dangers
of military rule.

Perhaps, but as I've said, we can't just...

...tuck our heads in the sand
and pretend the aliens aren't out there.

Meaning that you're going
on this suicide mission.

- Yes.
- You can't go in.

I've gotta see my dad now.

Dad, our camp, we were attacked.

Valuable intel.

This isn't Red-Eye. I don't see him.

- Where is he?
- He and a few others got away.

You can't get me anything on the attackers?
The smallest detail might be helpful.

No. It was dark. All I could see was muzzle
flashes. They came from over there.

We ran in every direction,
and then someone hit me in the head.

"We"? You mean the skitters?

- And the other deharnessed kids.
- No boot prints.

Shell casings everywhere.
556 and 762s.

Eh. Ninety percent of the weapons
in Charleston fire these.

- You know, we came here in trust.
- All right. Calm down.

Calm down? He was almost killed.

I understand why you're upset, professor.
If it were my boy...

- It wasn't your boy.
- No. My son was killed by a skitter.

Right in front of me.

Almost everyone in Charleston has seen
loved ones murdered by those things.

Is it any wonder some got carried away
with their emotions?

You're not condoning the attack,
are you, general?

I'm saying what happened happened.
End of story. Game over.

I'm canceling the mission.

- You can't do that!
- Those are my orders.

- Clemmons, clean this site up.
- Dad. We have to go on this mission.

This is about more than the rebels,
more than the Overlord.

This weapon will wipe out everything
if it's finished.

- Red-Eye didn't have any information.
- He didn't know if he could trust Bressler.

I understand. It's just...
- I have the plans, the layout in my head.

I can get us there. I can get us in.

- Captain?
- Get in and out before they can react.

It's gonna be a much smaller team,
but yes. Hell, yes.

General!

- What is it?
- Sir, with all due respect...

...the 2nd Mass is going on the mission.

- I just gave you an order.
- I understand that, sir.

But we're doing it nonetheless,
with or without your permission.

Fine.

You've got my permission.

Yes, sir.

Here you go.

Packs loaded! Weapons ready!
Moving out, Dai.

It's good to see you
dressed all normal-like, cap.

You said it, Dai. It enhances
the captain's rugged good looks.

Yeah, the captain is styling now.

All right. Stow it.

Or this styling, rugged, size-11 boot
will commence to kicking some ass.

Yes, sir.

- All right, let's move.
- Right.

Hey, Jeanne, what are you doing?

What's it look like, Dad?
Getting geared up.

Oh, no. No, you're not going with us.

- I think I can handle myself in combat.
- There's no question about that.

- You need fighters you can depend on.
- Yeah. We do, of course.

- But that's not the point.
- It is.

You need to be here in Charleston.

Charleston? No, Dad,
my place is by your side, fighting.

Sweetheart.

The truth is...

The real truth.

- I can't bear the idea
of losing you again.

Well, same here.
At least we'll die together.

It's better than waiting for you
to come home.

Well, somebody's got to survive this war,
finish what's been started here.

And you know what?

After seeing you stand up
to Manchester at the forum...

...I believe...

I know that you're such a person.

I just... I don't want you to die, Papa Bear.

Aw, don't you worry about that,
Baby Bear.

You know your papa's way too ornery
to die.

I didn't know you could draw.

Neither did I. One of the many benefits
of being harnessed.

I'm impressed.

- What's that thing?
- Well, it's my specialty.

- I call it "the wall crasher."
- Say what?

- Blow a hole in anything, anywhere.
- Sounds good to me.

Finally, after all these months of running,
we're taking the fight to them.

Tick, tick, boom.

We could have used these a while back.

Yeah, well, we've got them now.
That's all that counts.

- We'll see you on the flip side, Jim.
- Bring them home.

All right, move it.
This ain't no coach tour.

Thought we were going
to the Grand Canyon.

- Hey, you...
- Ha, ha.

Bro, you got steel-plated cojones
showing up here...

...after putting a hole in my arm.
- I'm sorry about that, Lyle. I truly am.

Clemmons was gonna kill you.

What happened to your uniform,
soldier boy?

Threw it in the incinerator.

Should have known better
than to put it on.

Didn't like what it did to my head.

So you wanna take me back, Pope?
I got my mind right.

Now, what do you think
I should do with you, Tector?

I suppose that's up to you.

Indeed it is.

Drive the truck.

- Dad!
- Hey, buddy.

I wanted to wish you good hunting.

Thank you.

I'll be back in a couple of days.

Up here.
- I know.

What else?

It's just, uh...

Well, I thought I'd proved myself
as a good fighter.

- Seriously, you're the best.
- Then why aren't you taking me with you?

Isn't it obvious?

- Well, no.
- Lourdes.

She's had kind of a tough time lately,
with Jamil and all.

I needed to make sure that there's
somebody here that can keep her safe.

Roger that, Dad.

You don't have to come on this.

You mean just leave the woman at home
while you men go off and fight the alien?

- That's not how I meant it.
- I've seen you around blood, Tom.

You turn green at the sight of it.

Wouldn't want anyone bleeding out
while I wasn't there to prevent it.

Hey. Take care of yourself, okay?

Let's roll!

Don't wanna be late for our date
with that fish-head.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

I'm just not good in tight,
cramped places.

You should have told me.

Could have stayed at the trucks
with Lyle and Crazy Lee.

Oh. Don't start this again, okay?

You're right. I'm sorry.

Old habits.

- It's sweet, in a retro sort of way, but...
- I get it.

Enough said.

- Unh. I was thinking...
- Yeah?

I was thinking
this would be a good place for crawlies.

Thanks for that thought.

Seriously, though...

...if we don't find the exit door
to this ride...

...I just wanna say...
- Don't.

Okay? We're gonna make it.
We always do.

- But if we don't...
- We will.

The chamber's on the other side
of this wall.

- It matches the layout.
- Go on and set her up. Come on.

Set it down, set it down, set it down.

Okay, hold it straight.

- I need some more slack.
- All right.

Right, just give me the wire.

Dad.

He's here. I can feel it.

- Okay.
- Hold it, hold it.

We'll go face the bastard together...

...make sure he doesn't get off
the planet alive.

How we doing, boys?

- A few more seconds.
- All right.

- Everybody take cover.
- Hold on.

- Fire in the hole.
- Back up. Back up.

Aliens had to hear that.

So where are they?

Oh, you can bet they'll be along directly.

Which way, Ben?

I'm not sure.

Anthony, Maggie, get the C-4.

- Yes, sir.
- All right.

Tom.

You take Ben, Hal, Maggie,
Anne, Dai to the left.

The rest of you are coming with me.
Start laying out those charges.

Meet at the entrance. We're gonna blow
this thing and the Overlord to high hell.

On me. Let's go.

All right, let's do it, pronto.

Go, go, go.

Divvy it up.

- It's pointing up at the sky.
- I know.

Why? They already wiped out
the Air Force.

It wasn't meant for humans.

Skitters!

Run!

Dai!

No!

Dai!

Professor Mason?

Karen.

What an unpleasant surprise.

Anne, are you all right?

Yeah. I'm okay.

I think it's safe to say Dr. Glass
will never be okay again, Tom.

- Don't listen to her, Dad. She's just trying...
- That'll be enough, Ben.

My master has tried to be
so patient with you, Tom.

- But he finds you a constant nuisance.
- I'm glad to be of service.

Must have scared the hell out of him,
though.

- What, was he afraid to show his ugly face?
- On the contrary. He's right here.

He's quite curious how you found
this facility and knew we would be here.

- I bet he is.
- You'll tell us.

Everything.

You might as well just get it over with
and kill me.

- I'm not gonna tell you a damn thing.
- You're going to die, Tom.

As will all of you.

I'm afraid my master will insist on it.

But first...

...I'm sure you remember this.

And the pain it can inflict.

Karen! Stop it!

Stop it!

I've been wanting to do this
for quite some time now.

Get away from him!

Get away from him!

Hal!

Tell us everything you know.

Go to hell.

We'll save Dr. Glass for last, I think.

For old times' sake.

That the best you got?

Is he enjoying watching you torture us?

He doesn't care any more about you...

...than you would care about a mosquito
buzzing around your face.

You're just an irritant to him.

I was hoping to avoid this.

No!
- Don't touch me!

She's pregnant, Tom.

She's pregnant with your child.

Oh.

You didn't know.

All right, I'll tell you whatever
you wanna know. Just, please, don't.

Hal? Hal, you're gonna be fine.

It's not over, Tom!
You'll never win! Never!

Over there!

We'll go get help.

I understand.

We'll keep the fight going.

We have to go.

Anthony, Pope,
get those charges ready.

Everybody else, move to the cave.
We're gonna blow this pop stand.

Tector, give me a hand with Dai's body.

Yes, sir.

Second Mass coming in.

Mission accomplished, sir.

All right, get these people some food!

In fact, get them
any damn thing they want!

Well done, Dan.

I can't tell you how proud I am
of the 2nd Mass.

Wasn't pretty, but we got it done.
Although we lost Dai.

- He was a good man.
- Yeah.

Dad! Ben!

- Was it cool?
- That's one word for it.

So are you staying? With us, I mean?

- Matt, Ben's got important work to do.
- Of course I'm staying.

I think we should get a game of Monopoly
going, if you think you can beat me.

You know I can, sucker-fish.

Hey, where's Hal?

I'm not exactly sure what's wrong.
He might have a slight concussion...

...but his vital signs are normal
and he's breathing on his own.

- Meaning what?
- Meaning nothing, really.

We just have to wait and see
what happens.

Right now, I think it's best
if we just let him rest, okay?

I promise I'll keep an eye on him.

So?

So?

You're pregnant.

- I was gonna tell you, but...
- I know. Um...

How do you feel about it?

I'm not sure.

You?

When I think about it, I'm happy.

What?

I don't know. I just...

I wonder how fair it is
to bring a child into this kind of world.

If there's any future for us...

...for any of us...

...how can we not?

Ah. The conquering hero.

- Or prodigal son?
- Never.

It's good to have you back safe,
in one piece.

- I'm so sorry to hear about your son.
- Yes.

- We can only hope.
- Of course. Of course.

Well, you have my prayers
and every resource of this facility.

Much appreciated.

Would you like a drink?

No, thank you.

You sure?

Scotch, neat.

I hear Bressler's agreed
to restore civil rule.

Yes, well, there's a caveat
to his agreement.

It's on condition...

...that I no longer hold the office
of majority leader.

- I see.
- Truth be told, I'm happy to comply.

It's ajob better suited to a younger man.

Someone such as yourself.

Arthur, I can't.

I'm flattered, but no.

I'll stay around for as long
as it takes Hal to recover...

...but Captain Weaver and I
have already agreed...

...Charleston's not the place
for the 2nd Mass.

- That's not the answer I was hoping for.
- I know, and I'm sorry.

When those bastards are gone...

...I promise I will be the first
to get out my old hammer...

...and start beating my sword into
the best damn plowshare you ever saw.

But until that day...

...I'll fight.

Not because I want to.

Because I have to.

How'd he take it?

Not well.

- So?
- The sooner we get out of here, the better.

Yeah.

- We've come a long way, you and I.
- Yes, we have.

And I don't exactly know
what's out there...

...for me, for the 2nd Mass.

No, me neither.

But whatever it is...

...I'd just as soon
we did it together, like a team.

You know?

I do.

Earthquake?

No. Not an earthquake.

- What the hell are those?
- Nothing we've ever seen before.