Falling Skies (2011–2015): Season 2, Episode 1 - Worlds Apart - full transcript

Tom?

Tom.

Anthony!

Open fire!

Where the hell is our backup?

Keep your heads down!
Make every shot count!

Remember the drill, Five-O.

Arms, legs, then the cabeza!

You ever think you enjoy these
turkey shoots a bit too much, convict?

Life hands you lemons...

Go! ...you blow its frigging head off!



Cease fire! Save your ammo.

Cease fire! Ben, stop shooting!

Captain, we look good down here!

Get the hell out of there!

We got eight minutes tops
before those beamers respond.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Jimmy, stay close.

- Ben, come on. We're moving out.
- Got one still moving.

- Can't get a shot.
- Well, leave it.

Ben!

Ben.

What the hell are you doing?

Ben.

- Ben, orders are to bug out.
- There's another one. I can feel it.



Dad?

Dad.

It's Dad.

Dad?

- Dad.
- Ben.

Ben. Hal.

You're alive. Thank God.

We got beamers on top of us.

Where the hell is Hal and Ben?

That wasn't eight minutes.

Looks like the bad guys
are growing a brain.

Captain, hold on! Hold on, captain!

Gotta get him to the back of the truck.

- Tom.
- He's hurt bad. Get the back open.

Let's get him in the truck.
- Pope, Anthony, get out of here now!

Get him in the back.

- Where's he hurt?
- Come on. Hurry up.

Mason?

Where the hell did he come from?

Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Easy. Easy.

Dr. Glass! Dr. Glass!

Anne! Somebody get Anne.

Out of the way.
- Incoming!

Get out of the way.

- Let him through.
- Easy.

- Tom Mason is alive.
- Tom?

Is he okay?
- Oh, my God. Tom?

He's been shot. He's lost a lot of blood.

- Anne?
- Was it a mech?

Tell Ben it wasn't his fault.

It was an accident. Friendly fire.

I didn't know. It was dark. Skitters...

Ben, I gotta go.

Ben, it's okay.

Let's turn him over.

It's okay.

No exit wound.
That means the bullet's still inside.

Lourdes, I need his pressure.

- Dad! Dad!
- Hey, buddy.

- What happened to him?
- He's been hurt pretty bad, buddy.

But he's gonna be okay, right?

90/70.

Start an IV, okay.

And go get the propofol
we found in Fitchburg.

I can't stop the bleeding until I find out
where the bullet is. I have to go in, Tom.

Guys, I know how much
you wanna be here, but...

She's right. Come on. Let's give them
some room. Let's give them some room.

Come on, Ben. It's all right.
Let's give them some room.

Thanks for that.

I go in blind like this,
I could make things worse.

I trust you.

Hey!

I've been here for days!

I wanna know about my son!

Don't.

Karen?

Sorry for this, Tom.

I hope you're not afraid.

Whatever you think they've done to me...

...I'm still Karen.

This way.

You said what they were doing to Ben
was a process.

- Whatever it is, can it be stopped?
- That's up to you.

- Me?
- Tom, it's time to face facts.

They've won.

There's no use prolonging hostilities
for either side.

- Meaning they're asking for a cease-fire?
- No.

They're allowing the resistance
to surrender.

Allowing the resistance to surrender?

Sounds like we've been more trouble
than expected.

Don't overestimate a few small victories.

The resistance is an inconvenience.

They are offering you a gift, Tom.

A chance to have a life.

A real life, with Hal and Matt and Ben.

- You expect me to take that on faith?
- No.

Not on faith.

Once you hear what they have to offer,
I'm sure you'll understand...

...everything.

- Kick it.
- Go ahead, load it up.

They got one.

They finally got the bullet out,
but Anne says he's looking pretty weak.

Your father's a fighter.
I know that firsthand.

You saw the way he looked.
No telling what else he's been through.

- How's Ben handling it?
- He's been keeping to himself.

- You know, he's gotta feel like hell.
- Notice anything else about him?

Ben's fine, all right?
If the skitters are still pulling his strings...

...I think they'd make him miss
every now and then.

I still want you to keep an eye on him.

I know you're worried about your father,
Hal, but we got a situation here.

Yeah, like how this eight-minute
escape window just turned into two.

Those munitions we lucked into
allowed us to inflict some serious pain...

...but these ambushes were supposed to be
a holding action till we got new orders.

You're not thinking about backing down,
are you?

We haven't heard word one from any of
the other units since that attack on Boston.

For all I know,
we're the only ones still left in the fight.

I'm for killing these bastards
every chance we get...

...but we get boxed in,
we may not come out.

So we don't get boxed in.

We're finally drawing blood.
That was the point, right?

Gotta hurt them as much as they hurt us.

I'm gonna go get some air.
If anything changes, just come outside.

The girl told us you were a historian
before we came.

Karen?

It's not her anymore, is it?
I'm talking to you?

She is allowing me to speak through her.

Allowing? She has no choice.

You took her
like you took Ben and everything else.

There was no other way.

We've studied you in great detail,
professor.

We've drawn from that to make a proposal
that would end hostilities between us.

In exchange for sanctuary...

...we will set aside a protected area
where human survivors will be relocated.

Some kind of prison camp.

A place where you would be allowed
to live in peace.

You must be familiar with the concept.

It's taken directly from your own history.

The worst of it.

You can't handpick from our darkest
moments like Cambodia or Nazi Germany.

Or Nanking, My Lai, the Trail of Tears.

Please, Professor Mason,
we can think of dozens of more examples.

Be honest. Oppression is in your nature.

And that is yourjustification
for the murder of billions?

If those atrocities are the worst of us...

...what does that make you?

The ones who will decide
if your world lives or dies.

Ben, I've been looking for you.
- I wanted to be by myself for a while.

- You heard what happened, right?
- Yeah. I know you didn't mean to hurt Dad.

- You're going out again.
- Got no choice.

Pope and Anthony sent another
alien patrol our direction.

If we don't ambush them on our terms,
they could roll right over us.

It's not fair. I should be going with you.

Look, you're nowhere near ready.

Because everyone keeps treating me
like a little kid.

I'm old enough to fight.

Old enough to know how, at least.

How about this?
When I get back, I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

Sure you're up for this?

Skitters are coming,
whether we like it or not.

Hey, thanks, buddy.

Oh, sorry. Go ahead. You first.

Wow, you sure know how
to impress a girl.

What's next,
his-and-her grenade launchers?

Who knows? I might do something crazy
like open a door for you.

Hey, Ben.

Hey, wait up.

I know what happened with Dad
was an accident...

...but the next time I give an order,
I need to know you're gonna listen.

- Whatever you say.
- Hey, hold up. Hey.

What's up? I don't get you. I mean,
as much as he got into it with Weaver...

...Dad always understood
chain of command.

I'll follow your orders,
but you're not Dad, okay?

Pretty sweet spot for wasting skitters.

Put a shooter up on the roof
with a Barrett.

Yeah, a.50-cal will put a hole
through anything.

Maybe get a cross fire going
with that dry cleaner.

While you get that started,
me and the brain trust...

...we'll get the cooties' attention.
We'll come back to the north side.

Get out of the truck! Take cover!

Get out of the truck, Jimmy!

Get down.

Not the Harley.

Pope! Stop! Stop!

Come on, man. Let it go, bro. Let it go.

Come on.

- What the hell went wrong?
- Damned if I know.

Never even got off a shot.

They're onto us. There's something else.
The way they kept laying fire into the truck...

...after we bugged out,
it's like that was the target.

We know they can pick up heat.

- Could be the engine got their attention.
- First time they've targeted vehicles.

First time for everything.
With these beamers on constant patrol...

We're screwed and blued
and can kiss this ambush plan goodbye.

If we can't run our trucks, we're not mobile.
The skitters gotta know we're close.

Won't be long
before they catch our scent.

Captain. You wanted to see me?

Dai tells me that you're doing a fairjob
of taking over for Scott.

He did?

I hope he's right. We think that the aliens
have recalibrated their beamers...

...to pick up heat coming off our vehicles.

Probably using some infrared sensor.

As long as we stay put, engines off,
they can't see us.

That's not an option.

Our patrols just saw three alien units
all walking around out there.

All within five miles.
It's only a matter of time before they nail us.

If we can't move our vehicles, we lose
our mobility and most of our supplies.

We need to find a way to mask the heat
coming off those engines...

...Iong enough to put some distance
between us and those patrols.

- Well, how far?
- At least 20 miles.

Twenty miles?

That would mean keeping the engines
cooled out for at least an hour.

Okay.

- All right, I'll try.
- You don't get points for effort.

If we don't find a way to move
those vehicles, people are going to die.

No pressure.

I don't care what you wanted from us.

There must have been a way
to get it peacefully.

You didn't even try to talk to us
before the attack.

This was never a negotiation.

- That's why we'll never stop fighting you.
- We have no patience for empty bravado.

So those are our alternatives,
live as prisoners or die?

Why would you expect better from us
than you do from yourselves?

Because I look around this ship...

...at the technology that brought you
from another world...

...and I wanna believe
that only an advanced species...

...could have achieved so much.

But I would be wrong.

You will lead your people
to the neutral zone.

No.

Then the choice has been made.

I would be careful about drawing
too many lessons from the past.

Why is that?

Because our history has yet to be written.

Tom Mason, 2nd Mass.

- I didn't know they had anybody else.
- Neither did I.

Bonnie Garcia, Vermont Militia.

Bastards wanted me
to lead them to my guys...

...talk them into buying
this sanctuary bull.

That's why they took us,
to finish what they started.

This isn't right.

Oh, my God.

- Everybody run! Don't give it a target!
- Run!

Find your stance.

Lean forward a bit.

Hey, Ben.

What's Matt doing with a gun?

- Ben's teaching me how to shoot.
- Figured it was time.

He needs to learn how to defend himself.

So you just gave him a rifle
without asking me?

I might have to follow your orders
on missions, but not here.

Hal, wait.

Go back to camp, Matt.

Go back to camp.

Maybe he's ready, maybe he's not, but we
both know Dad didn't want that for him.

Three months ago.
How do you know what he'd say now?

I don't know what he'd say now,
and neither do you, okay?

So how about we wait
and let Dad make that decision?

Only way we win this war
is by killing every skitter we see.

If Matt's old enough to load a gun,
he's old enough to shoot it.

After what happened with Dad, you think
you're the best one to be giving lessons?

I just don't want him to be taken away
the way they took me.

Or your girlfriend, Karen.

I'm not the math geek
you used to push around.

Deal with it.

It's like I don't even know him anymore.

Hal.

Michigan.

- Stop!
- Quit struggling!

Stop! Get off of me!

If you don't let go of that bag,
I will shoot you!

- It's all we have left!
- I will shoot you!

- No!
- Do you understand?

Every store within 20 miles
has been picked clean!

Please! Please!

Run. If I see you again, I'll use this.

My name's Tom.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I just wanted to see your bike.

- No, it's mine.
- Hey. Hey.

- Stop it.
- I'm not letting you steal it.

Come on. Come on.

I'm sorry. I should've asked.

Look, I know that you're scared...

...but I'm not gonna hurt you.

If he comes back,
we don't wanna be here.

We have a few cans of soup, that's all.

Go ahead. Take it and leave me alone.

You hang on to it.

I'm on my way into Boston.

I left some people there, friends and family.
They can help us.

Bike's yours,
but I sure would love to borrow it.

You could come with me.

Boston? That's hundreds of miles.

Oh, I know it.

I've been on foot for weeks already.

So, what do you say?

Just remember it's a loan.

And only as long as I say.

And only if we don't leave her like that.

Fair enough.

Captain.

I'll have the bus packed
and ready to go in a half hour.

How's Tom? I need to know
what happened to him on that ship.

Ben and Lourdes are with him. He's weak,
but if we have to move, I think it's all right.

Dr. Glass.

Do you know anything about Scotch?

Some's good, some's better. Why?

I found this...

...a couple of stops back.

It's Glenfiddich.

Thirty years old.

Someone has good taste.

If we have to run, it's just dead weight.

Seemed like it'd be a shame to waste it.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Maybe it's a sign, Tom coming back.

How do you mean?

I mean that
if I hadn't let him get on that ship...

...if he'd been here,
he would've warned me that we were...

...pushing our luck.

He would've warned me.

But he wasn't here.

Second-guessing doesn't change
where we are.

I think you're wrong.

I remember something he told me once...

...about making the price
of the occupation so high...

...the aliens have to leave.

That was the idea.

He would have said
your strategy is risky but worth it.

And when he wakes up,
he's gonna be proud we're still fighting.

Hell, he might even have a historical
anecdote to put it all in perspective.

Captain.

What the hell is this?

Fiberglass. It's light, it's an insulator
and these warehouses are full of it.

We wrap our engines with it,
we'll get a hour before it heats through.

I want people going through
every warehouse on the block.

- We're moving out ASAP.
- Dr. Glass.

- Anne? Anne.
- Ben?

It's my Dad. Something's wrong.

We're close now.

We gotta keep going.

I don't know what happened.
He just started bleeding again.

I must have missed a fragment.

He feels feverish too.

We still have a few bottles
of IV antibiotic.

- Okay.
- Okay.

I'm sorry, Ben.

The school's only a few miles that way.

But they'd be long gone by now.

I've been seeing a lot of airships...

...heading southwest to Connecticut.

Could be they went that way.

The woman we buried...

...that was my mom.

I'm sorry.

You never told me
why you helped me out with that guy.

That's what people are supposed to do.

Not anymore.

I don't believe that.

And I'd hope that someone
would do the same for my kids.

We were going into the mountains...

...trying to find a place to hide.

I don't think that we can hide
from them anymore.

My middle son, Ben, you'd like him.

- He's about your age.
- He's dead.

No.

They're all dead.

That's what happens now.
The aliens find you, and they kill you.

Not unless we kill them first.

Come on. We gotta keep going.

This engine-blanket thing better work...

...or we'll be wearing this truck for a hat.

That's another thing. When the hell
did I become a damn baggage handler?

Ha, ha.
I was gonna say it kind of suits you.

Yeah, well, I'll tell you, if I had any brains,
I'd steal one of these rice rockets...

...and kiss Weaver's glorious
revolution goodbye.

You try that and your brains
will be scattered across two states, Pope.

You really are a true believer, aren't you?

In killing skitters, yeah.

Yeah, well, that's pretty, but, uh, there's
no law that says you gotta do it with me.

My merry ex-band of outlaws
wasted your buddy...

...and yet, here you are,
Tonto to my Lone Ranger.

Well, first, I think you got that
Lone Ranger thing a bit backward.

And don't think that I forgot about Click.

Or when you patched me up
after we went in on that alien structure.

- I can't make sense of either.
- We all make mistakes.

Captain!

- Captain!
- Hey, Cap. Incoming.

- Anthony, where's Cap?
- Right there.

Captain, we got a mech convoy
about a mile away.

They're straight east.
They're coming this way.

If we move that med bus now,
Tom's not gonna make it.

Convoy goes. Medical stays with Dr. Glass
until she can stabilize Tom.

I need four volunteers to stay with the bus
in case the skitters show.

- You know I'm in.
- Sounds good.

Make that three.

- Four.
- Gather all the ammo you can carry.

Dai's got the map.
We'll wait for you 20 miles out.

Stay safe.

We're moving out, people. Five minutes.

All right, guys, we got incoming.
Okay, we're gonna go dark.

There's something there.

I just can't get ahold of it.

All right, guys, we're gonna lay low
and hope the mechs pass us by.

Nobody shoot
unless I give the order, okay?

Hey.

Okay?

- Get down.
- Not yet.

Lourdes, we have to hold him steady.

I think I've got it.

- Not much to it.
- It was enough.

We can close now.

I think they're gone.

Oh, God.

I think that was our lucky day, right?

Come on, let's go.

Hey, good job, man.

This is bad. We need to keep riding.

That's close.

I don't wanna be here anymore.

That's mech fire.

That's a shotgun.
That means there's people.

I said when we started it was just a loan.

I'll see who's out there.
I'll come back when it's safe.

My mom wanted to show me
the mountains.

I'm going there.

For her.

I hope you find your family.

Cease fire! Save your ammo.

We got eight minutes, tops,
before those beamers respond.

- So let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
- Weaver?

Dad?

You're still here.

I never left, Tom.

You gave us quite a scare.

You feeling all right?

Better.

My boys?

They're fine.

I should've had faith...

...that you'd come back for them.

Not just for them.

Ben.

It's okay.

Dad, I...

- I didn't mean to hurt you.
- I know.

It was an accident.

Come here.

It doesn't matter.

All that matters now
is that we're together.

Dad.

Be gentle.

Look at what the cat dragged in.

- I missed you, old man.
- I missed you too.

I missed all of you.

- Hey, guys, look, it's Tom.
- Hey.

- Looking good.
- Tom.

- Looking good, professor.
- Welcome back.

- Good to see you. Welcome back.
- Good to see you on your feet.

- Tom. How you feeling?
- Like it's good to be home.

Captain, we should talk.

We got plenty of time for that.
You just get better first.

A lot of people will be glad to see you.

- Welcome back, Tom.
- Thanks, Dai.

- Welcome back.
- Thank you.

Professor happen to mention
how he, uh, busted out of Skitter Central?

He did not.

Man strolls onto an alien rocket...

...only to just come waltzing back
three months later.

I don't know about you, cap,
but I'd be throwing a flag on that play.