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See anything?

Nope.

Well, keep looking.

We're only supposed to
be patrolling

two clicks from
the perimeter.

Don't worry.
I know my way back to camp.

See that?

Got him!
Nice shot.

Oh, that's nasty.

12 gauge will do that.

I thought it was dead.

It is now.

♪ Falling Skies 2x03 ♪
Compass
Original Air Date on June 24, 2012

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He insisted on sleeping with it.

Don't worry.
I made sure it's unloaded.

Where's Ben?
He's on patrol.

- That's two nights in a row.
- He and Jimmy, they're a good team.

They got each other's backs.
There's nothing to worry about.

You should get some sleep.

You're on perimeter at 0600,
aren't you?

Don't remind me.

When is Weaver putting you back
on the line?

I'm gonna go talk to him
about it right now.

Good.

Night.

If he's still feverish
in the morning, come find me.

Hey.
Hey.

Give me a hand?
Sure.

This hangar is a perfect storm
for infection transmission.

Close quarters and a cold,
drafty environment.

It's a wonder I don't have
a line of pneumonia cases

outside my door.

We've been here
over a week.

Besides being sick,
people are getting restless.

I know.
It's not a good situation.

I'm going a little
stir-crazy myself.

That's why I'm gonna
talk to Weaver,

try to convince him that
we need to move out of here

sooner than later.
Good.

No, save it
for somebody else.

I'd rather give you
a blanket now

than antibiotics later.

I have plenty of blankets.

Thanks.

Just doing my job.

You should get
some sleep, Anne.

Sleep?
What's that?

Seriously.
You look beat.

Might say the same thing
about you.

In fact,
you look terrible.

What?
Sorry.

You look great.
Really?

No.

It's nice
to hear you laugh.

Yeah. It's been a while
since I've wanted to.

Midnight.

Excuse me.
Sorry.

It's good that you keep track
of the days.

Somebody's got to.

The way I see it is
every day I mark off

is another day we're still here,
still alive.

That's a lot of X's.

Yes.

It's a good thing.
It is.

Really good.

I got to go see
Captain Weaver.

Let me know
what he says, okay?

Of course.
Of course.

Recon has spotted
massive alien formations

in the Hudson Valley,
combing the countryside.

They got to be looking for us,
'cause there's nobody else here.

Yeah.

And we've seen twice
the number of Beamer patrols

since we crossed
the Housatonic.

So it's only a matter of time
before they find us, then.

Agreed.

So we got to move.
The question is where.

We'll push north
into the Catskills.

I rode through those hills
from Michigan.

There's nothing up there.

Which is why it'll be
a good place

for us to bed down
for the winter.

Captain,
with all due respect,

if we're resting,
we're not resisting.

Look out there, Tom.

Our people have given
everything to this fight.

Half our fighters are gone.

And once the Mercury drops,

I can't see us fighting Skitters
and the weather

at the same time.

They'll think
we've surrendered.

You of all people
should know

that there's a big difference
between retreat and surrender.

To us, but not to them.

Believe me, if we disappear
up into the hills,

crammed together
like matchsticks,

freezing our asses off
instead of pressing the fight,

we're doing exactly
what they want.

Your concern is noted.

Jamil needs a few more days
to repair the vehicles,

and then we head north
to the Catskills.

Yes, sir.

Pope ?

Professor.
Ain't it a lovely night?

- What are you doing out here?
- Waiting for you.

You sure about this, boss?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Let's get this alien stooge
out of here

before he causes
any real damage.

Sorry for all the dramatics,
Professor.

What's this all about?

I think you know.

I don't know what
your alien friends did to you,

but I for one
do not want to find out.

Since you and I go
way back,

I'm gonna give you the chance
to do the honorable thing

and walk away.

Just like that?

You expect me to walk away
from the 2nd Mass?

Just like that.

And what?
Leave my boys in your care?

Your boys will be looked after
as if they were my own.

That's a promise.
Even the spiky one.

Unless, of course,
he goes full Skitter,

and then all bets are off.

You're not gonna get away
with this.

Oh, I think I will.

You'd be surprised
how many people back at camp

are creeped out
over your triumphant return.

Not so many people will miss you
as you might think.

So do us all a favor.
Start walking.

I said move!

What the...

Drop your weapons!
Ben.

I said drop 'em.

He won't miss next time.

Hey, Professor Mason.

Jimmy.
What are you doing out here?

On our way back from patrol.

You are a long way from the
outer perimeter there, lizard --

I'm just glad you're here.

Jimmy, grab that rifle.

We'll take it back
to camp.

What are we gonna do about them?

That's for Captain Weaver
to decide.

You didn't know anything
about this, Anthony?

No, sir.

Look, Pope was smart enough
to keep me out of the loop.

He knew I wouldn't
let it happen.

Cap, come on.

I think Pope and his Berserkers
have outlived their usefulness.

Agreed.
They're out of control.

When we move out
for the catskills,

we leave them all behind.

Lyle, Tector, Crazy Lee --
they're just following orders.

They're not the problem.
Pope's the problem.

Wait a minute.
I'm not defending what Pope did.

But the man does have
a point.

Tom, no offense,
but no one knows

what the aliens might have done
to you.

No, no, no. Dr. Glass
removed whatever it was.

Or we just found
what they wanted us to.

I'm just saying that Pope
isn't the only one wondering

if Tom is a walking
time bomb.

He's right.
Anthony's right.

We can't be 100% certain
what they did to me.

I could still pose a threat
to the group.

Dad, there's no way
you're a threat --

But we've lost a lot
of fighters.

The 2nd Mass isn't exactly in
a position to be picky.

The benefit
of giving me a weapon

outweighs the risk
of me being a liability.

Wouldn't you say, Captain?

That's how I see it, yes.

Well, then the same
has to hold true for Pope.

You lost me there, Tom.

We need him.

For better or worse,
they listen to him.

And the Berserkers
do the things

that the rest of us can't
or won't.

We've given Pope
too many chances already.

- Something has got to change.
- Agreed.

Assign me
to the Berserkers.

If I know where he is,
I can keep my eye on him.

So?

Permission to join
the Berserkers, Captain?

Fine.

Permission granted.

Fresh air!

Listen up.

I'd like nothing better

than to leave you stewing
in your own filth.

But after speaking with Tom,
I have a proposition for you.

Tom Mason.
Savior of the 2nd Mass.

I'm assigning Tom
to the Berserkers.

Are you insane?

I don't know.

If I am, I guess
we'll have that in common.

The fatal mistake here,
cap,

is assuming
that I am the enemy.

How quickly you forget
it was me and my crew

pulled the 2nd Mass' ass
out of hell in Fitchburg.

No, I haven't forgotten.

But you have a tendency
to forget

that I am the commander
of this regiment, not you.

Mason here
turns us all over

to the alien overlords,
what then, sir?

I think you're probably
gonna have to get used to

kissing Skitter butt.

In the meantime, I'm assigning
Tom to the Berserkers.

And if I refuse?

In that case,
get used to that farm-boy aroma,

'cause I'm gonna shut this door,
we're gonna lose the key.

Welcome
to the Berserkers.

What are they doing?

I don't know.

And there's no Mechs
with them.

That's weird.

The one with the red eye
creeps me out.

Is that one of the Berserkers'
dragon breath rounds?

Yeah. One of Pope's
pyrotechnic rounds.

Bye-bye, buckshot.
Hello, flamethrower.

I've got two of them.

Let's toast
some cockroaches.

Yeah.

Okay.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Now!

Aah!

Jimmy!

Jimmy.

Jimmy!

You're gonna be okay.

Let me see.

It's a good thing you left
the branch still in place.

He would've lost
a lot more blood otherwise.

Give me the tray
and a lot more gauze.

Okay. Got it.

Scissors.

Let's get out of here
and give them some room to work.

I'm not leaving him.

- I'm not leaving him.
- Hey. We need to talk, son.

What in the hell were you two
doing out there, Ben?

Hunting Skitters.

Hunting?

Is that what you were doing
when you found dad last night?

What were you and Jimmy doing
hunting Skitters, Ben?

They put spikes on my back.
They killed mom.

They killed everybody.

I need a reason?

Like we don't see
enough combat?

You have to go
looking for it?

Till every last one
of those things is dead, yes.

Hal, take your brother back to
the tent and get him cleaned up.

No. I'm going back
to the med bus.

You can't walk around camp
looking like that.

Go change first.

I never should've let
those two go out on patrol

three nights in a row.
I'm his father.

I didn't even know
he was on patrol.

I should've been paying
better attention.

I can't protect them anymore.
We can't protect them anymore.

All we can do
is prepare them

for the world
that's in front of them,

and it's a world where kids
have to grow up too fast.

And there's gonna be
consequences

and there's gonna be
casualties.

I wish that that gave me
some comfort, Tom.

But it doesn't.

No.
Me either.

We need to make sure that
our location is still secure.

Wake Pope up
from his beauty sleep,

have the Berserkers
sweep the area.

Yes, sir.

Well, there's
a pretty sight.

Oh, they got these two
real good.

Blackened Skitter. Yum.

That's our
dragon's breath.

Little bastards
used our ammo.

What do you got there?

It's Jimmy's compass.

Well, there's no Skitters
for 100 miles.

Take up defensive positions
in those trees. Go! Go! Go!

What?
Now.

What the hell is the matter
with you, Mason?

Let's light 'em up.

No. Hold your fire.

Did you just give my guys
an order?

They're just collecting
their dead.

Tector. Lyle.

Blow their heads off.
No. Don't. Don't. Don't.

Do it!
No, don't.

Well, crap.

Just let them get
what they came for.

Well, that was damn close.

Good call, Tom.

Yeah.

Good call.

Why are you staring at me
like that?

I'm not staring.

Yeah, you are.
You got something to say?

- Yeah, I do.
- Easy now, boys.

I'm gonna get
some coffee.

You okay?

Yeah. Me? I'm fine.
It's Ben I don't get.

What was he thinking?

He could put the whole 2nd Mass
at risk.

Yeah, well, if they followed him
back to the airport,

I'm sure we'd know
by now.

Oh, you're making excuses
for him?

Don't be ridiculous.
I'm just saying...

You know, Ben's in a world
of pain right now.

And you mad-dogging him
like that

is not gonna solve
the problem.

Give him some slack.

Give yourself some slack.

Any news?

He's still in surgery.

Hey, we ran into
a Skitter patrol.

But they were heading
the other direction.

I think we're safe.
But for how long?

I don't know.

Hey.

The compass.

Give it to Jimmy
when he wakes up.

How is he?

I've done everything I can.

It's up to Jimmy now.

Jimmy's a fighter.
Always has been.

Hal, go after him.
Make sure he's okay.

Did you find him?
No.

He's not in any of the buildings
on the west side of the airport.

You ever think maybe it's time
to quit chasing after him?

What do you mean?
Ever since we were kids.

Ben would leave his toys
or his books or whatever

all around the house.

You'd come right behind him
and you'd clean it up.

You can't clean this up.

That isn't
what this is about.

No? Really? Because--

Well, hello there.
Who do we have here?

2nd Massachusetts.
Captain Dan Weaver.

And who, may I ask,
are you?

The name's Avery Churchill.
I've been looking for you.

I've been flying over
a 50 square mile search area

for the past week and a half
trying to find you.

Where did you
come from?

I'm one of four pilots who left
Charleston, South Carolina,

in search of survivors.

We each took
a compass point and --

On whose orders?

Direct orders from
the Continental Congress.

Are you saying there's
a government in Charleston?

Elected by almost 3,000
civilians in the new capital.

How have you been able to fly
with all the Beamers around?

I fly low -- just a few
hundred feet above the ground.

And the aircraft's
made of spruce, plywood,

and a fiberglass cloth skin,
so radar's not an issue.

The plane's a neat trick.

But the important thing is to
get your asses to Charleston.

What's the state of the military
in Charleston?

We've been assimilating
the disparate militias

that popped up post-invasion.

But re-establishing
a unified central command

is key to taking back
the planet.

You mean you've made contact
with other parts of the world?

In Europe, yes,
via shortwave radio.

In fact, my mission is
to continue heading north,

making contact with as many
survivors as possible,

until I hit Greenland.

Then hop over Iceland
to the U.K.

And ultimately
the rest of Europe.

With all due respect,
what proof do you have

that anything you've said
is true?

I get you.
Is it a leap of faith?

Hell, yeah.

But if it's nothing that
interests you, no harm, no foul.

I'll just be on my w--

I'm sorry, but we can't risk
you giving away our location,

intentionally or otherwise.

I'm going to have to ask
that you stay with us

until we move out.
You're detaining me?

Think of it as a layover
on your way to Greenland.

And my plane?

You and your plane
will be safe.

You have my word.

Well, don't get any fancy ideas
about stealing her.

She's booby-trapped.

Noted.

In the meantime, I hope
that you will accept

a limited hospitality.

Hal, would please accompany our
honored guest to the mess tent?

Yes, sir.

What do you think?

Charleston sounds like
a much better option

than the Catskills --
warmer, anyway.

Charleston is a long way to go
on a wing and a prayer.

What do you --
what? A Continental Congress?

You buy that?

I don't know.

But if it's true...

That would really be
something.

We've been promised
paradise before.

There's no way to know
for sure.

Unless we go.

I got to go find Ben.

Let me know if there's
any change with Jimmy.

Yeah.

Where did you go?

Nowhere.

Just walking around,
staring at Jimmy's compass.

A few months back, he got
separated from the 2nd Mass.

It took two days
to find him again,

so Weaver gave him
his compass

so he could always find
his way home.

Don't blame yourself
over this.

Everyone else does.

That's not true.

I've seen the way
everyone looks at me.

Hal, Matt...

even you.

No.

Yes.
No.

Fine. Whatever.

But do you think
I wouldn't rather be lying there

instead of him?

I'm sure that you would.

Just like there isn't a day
that goes by

that I don't wish and pray that
your mother was still alive.

And it, um, sucks.

It really sucks.

Sometimes you think
that you can't even go on.

Except you don't have a choice
but to go on.

And the good news
is that we've got each other

to get through
a lousy situation.

The bad news is...

...it's a lousy situation.
...It's a lousy situation.

I'm not saying
it's a paradise. Far from it.

But there are people
all helping each other.

And there's electricity
and hot water.

There's hot water?

How is that possible
with all those people?

All I know is that every day,

we get a little closer
to normal.

I mean, before I left,
I went to a wedding.

How's Jimmy doing?
No change.

But as soon
as his condition improves,

we need to be ready
to move out.

- What's the status of the convoy?
- All the military vehicles are ready.

Some of the multi-purpose
vehicles still need repair,

but it shouldn't be
too much longer.

Good.

We still only have enough
snow chains

for half the convoy,
though.

Maybe we don't
need 'em now.

I mean, no need for snow chains
in Charleston, right?

Keep looking.

We're gonna need
snow chains.

Those mountain roads are gonna
be dangerous without chains.

So you're still thinking
the Catskills?

Hot showers and white weddings
make for a good story.

But we're gonna need
more than that

if we're gonna survive
the winter.

Yes, sir.

I've heard a lot about you,
Professor Mason.

You've got some story.
Oh?

I've never met anyone

who was taken aboard
an alien mother ship

and lived
to talk about it.

It happened.
Doesn't make it a story.

We need people like you
in Charleston, Tom,

to help rebuild
this country.

I'm just a history teacher.

And I was a manager
at the Carpet Corral.

But now look at me now.
I'm Paul Revere in a prop plane.

Don't sell yourself short.

These people don't.

Anne, Jimmy's not breathing!

I can't find a pulse.
I need an amp of epinephrine.

What happened?

I don't know.
Not today.

Come on, Jimmy.

I can't do this alone.

Come on, Jimmy.
Not today.

Why are you stopping?!

No. No. Keep going!
Keep doing it!

I'm sorry.
He's gone.

I'm very sorry
for your loss, Captain.

We break camp at dusk.

You're free to leave
at any time, Ms. Churchill.

So I'm released
from your custody?

It was never that.
Just being cautious.

I understand.

You know, I've met more than
a few people in your position

since I started
this mission.

And some call themselves
Lieutenant or Captain.

But more often than not,

their people refer to them
as something less flattering.

Want to know
what your people call you?

What is that?

Their leader.

I know it's a lot
to bear.

But know the 2nd Mass would
follow you to the gates of hell.

Take your people to Charleston,
Captain.

They need you there.

And honestly, I think
your people need Charleston.

Good luck, Ms. Churchill.

What happened
to his field vest?

Couldn't get the blood out.
Didn't think it was right.

Oh. It's okay.
He looks fine the way he is.

What's wrong?
Jimmy's compass.

It's gone.

We should be packing up to leave
like the others.

There you go
barking orders again, Mason.

Not an order.
Just a statement of fact.

We'll start packing
when we're good and ready.

Right now
it's cocktail hour!

Why don't you pull up a tire
there and join us?

Captain Weaver's orders
are pretty clear.

We're moving out
after Jimmy's funeral.

Yeah.

Well, I think
we're all gonna pass

on that incredibly empty
gesture.

God, you're an asshole,
Pope.

Well, been called worse --

and far more eloquently,
I might add.

But because I am
your senior commanding officer,

I hereby give you permission to
attend that poor boy's memorial.

And you can gently put
your arms

around that half-breed son
of yours

and tell him it was
a good thing, what he did,

killing one
for the Skitter team.

Where did you get that?

Finders keepers.

Take it off.

No.

I said take it off.

You know,
I'm getting really tired

of you telling me
what to do.

It's not like, uh, Jimmy's
gonna need it, you know.

Oh!

Ooh. Ooh.

Take it off!

You want it?
Come and get it.

Tom. Tom. Tom!

Okay. Okay. That's enough!
That's enough!

He's had it.
That's enough, man.

Mason!

You son of a bitch!

Mason, this isn't over!

This is crap.

Mason disobeyed a direct order
and then attacked me.

The way I hear it,

Tom made the right call
last night with those Skitters.

And as far as the fight,
if it had been me,

I'm not sure
I'd have left you standing.

So let's call it even.

Have you forgotten?

The man had a chip...

in his head!

That and his freak-show son
had Jimmy killed.

Enough.

You said your piece.
You know what?

Me and my crew -- I think we've
carried your water long enough.

You want out?

There's the door.

Let's get out of here.

You should've killed me
when you had the chance.

Let's go.

Screw you all.

Hold up.

I'll go with you, Pope.
I owe you.

Finally.
Someone with some brains.

See you at the bikes.

You don't have to
do that.

I think I do.

As crazy as it sounds,
the man did save my life.

Besides, someone has to make
sure that he doesn't double back

and give the 2nd Mass
any more grief, right?

The man's a danger to himself
and to everyone around him.

Are you sure
that's where you want to be?

No.

But that's where I'm going.

You'll be missed,
Anthony.

Thank you, sir.

Take care of your boys.

Yeah.
Keep your eye on Pope.

Yeah. I will.

Take a shower.

Yeah.
With your mama.

Man, I thought I was
the crazy one.

My brother.

Are you okay?

Aside from the fact that I
almost killed Pope, I'm fine.

What?

I lost it.

He took Jimmy's compass,
and...I snapped.

Let me take a look at you.

Sorry.

You did a pretty good job.
I had a good teacher.

You've patched me up
enough times.

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't --

No.
It's okay.

It's just that it's...

it's Sammy's birthday
today.

All I wanted was...

for no one to die
on his birthday.

How do you measure somebody?

How do you define their worth?

A year ago,
Jimmy was just a boy.

Just a little boy.

And then it all changed.

His world fell apart.

He had to step up.

He had to leave
that little boy behind.

He had to become a soldier.
He had to learn how to fight.

And he did.

And he is now defined by those
of us who owe him our lives.

He is measured by his bravery.

This day came too soon.

He died too young.

But he died a hero to me.

And I am proud to have served
with him.

Jimmy...we'll remember.

May the next world be kinder
to Jimmy than this one ever was.

We'll make it
through this.

All right, bro?

Sorry to bother you,
Captain.

It's no bother, son.

I'm sure Jimmy would appreciate
the company.

I just, uh,
wanted to, um...

I know Jimmy would have
wanted you to have this back.

Right.

My father gave me this
when I was an eagle scout.

I always meant to give it
to my daughter Jeanne

but never got a chance.

Thanks.

Yeah. Well...
sure came in handy for Jimmy.

That it did.

He was a good soldier,
that boy,

but he had no sense
of direction.

He had no sense
of d-direction at all.

No, sir. He did not.

I wouldn't have wanted
anyone else by my side fighting.

I'm sorry.

Hey, there's nothing
to be sorry about, son.

Hey.

You're going to be fine.

Ben.

Ben.
I'm sorry.

You're going to be fine.
I'm sorry.

We're going to be fine.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry.

Happy Birthday, Sammy.

Charleston's a long ways
away, people!

Make sure we don't leave
anything behind!

Are we ready?

Last van's loaded.
All present and accounted for.

176 souls.

176 it is.

Captain, you mind if I ask you
a question?

- What made me change my mind.
- Yeah.

When I first took command
of the 2nd Mass, we were 300.

300 strong, Tom.

Now 176.

We owe it to Jimmy
and to everybody that we've lost

to stay in the fight.

We're just pissing
in the wind here.

We need to get back
in the war.

Seems like Charleston might be
a good place to do that.

Besides, a hot shower
doesn't sound too bad.

Highways are clear.
So are all the back roads.

All right.
Where's Ben?

I'll find him.

Let's move out.

Let's go!

Get those engines fired up!
Get ready to move!

Go!

Ho!

Move!

Let's go!

Come on! Let's go!

Ben? You out here?

Over here.

You all right?

I'm fine.

Let's go.

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