Falling Skies (2011–2015): Season 2, Episode 9 - The Price of Greatness - full transcript

The 2nd Mass meets new faces, while Tom comes across his former mentor and professor Arthur Manchester (guest star Terry O'Quinn). But it's difficult to know whom to trust.

Can't tell you how proud I am of the way
you guys kept the 2nd Mass in the fight.

Last we heard,
you were taking some pretty heavy fire.

Mechs tore the hell out of us.

We put up a fight, but in the end,
only five survived.

All we could do
was patch up the wounded,

bury the dead,
and try to make our way down here.

We're basically in a defensive posture,
just staying off the alien grid.

- How'd anyone even find this place?
- Dumb luck.

This place was under construction
when they hit the city.

Everything topside was destroyed.

Everything down below...



survived.

Oh, my God.

What the hell they staring at?

2nd Mass, welcome!

Looks like your reputation
precedes you, folks.

Welcome to Charleston.

Happy to have you!

209 - The Price of Greatness

Ham, sir?

- Thanks. Looks good.
- All right. Thanks.

Quite a spread.

Dad?

- Dad!
- Jeanne?

- Oh, my goodness.
- You're alive.



It's all right.

It's all right.

Scouts said they found the 2nd Mass.

- I was scared you wouldn't be there.
- You can't get rid of me that easy.

How'd you get here?
Where's your boyfriend?

He got all messed up
when we left Richmond, Dad.

Don't disappear on me again, okay?

"Charleston Arbor". Must have been
some kind of crazy underground mall.

They even rigged up
some running water.

Pray to God that means showers.

You passed your sell-by date
like 400 miles ago.

Yeah, well, so, how long do we wait
till we put this hole in the rearview?

Trust me, I have no intentions

on making Mayberry
my permanent residence.

This way!

Look at all these kids.

You think that they have a school here,
like we did before?

Be surprised if they didn't.

Go ahead, check it out.

Just stay close, okay?

Fresh bread, green beans, corn.

It's been a while since we could
pick and choose.

I see you passed
on the Brussels sprouts.

And the spinach.
Like I said, it's been a while.

Boston College, Maloney Hall,
second row, left,

and always an aisle seat.

Just in case
I had to sneak out early.

As I recall, you never dared.

Anne, this is Arthur Manchester.

Chairman of B.C.'s American History
Department back in the day.

And he's right,
I never missed a lecture.

I hope our people
are treating you well.

To be honest, I'm overwhelmed.

Arthur also wrote
"From Darkness, Democracy",

which is one of the best histories
on the Revolutionary War.

Clearly, lessons
you're putting into practice.

The new United States of America,

- in which you are...
- Majority leader.

"President" felt presumptuous.
We're still a work in progress.

You know
I've got a million questions.

And I'm eager to hear about

your encounter
with this Overlord creature.

We'll have plenty of time to talk.

I'm betting you haven't seen
a real bed in quite a while.

Or hot food, clean clothes.

Speaking of which, I had my son Matt
make this up just in case.

This is the names of everybody,
along with their assignments.

I'll get our housing committee
working on this right away.

Tom, I can't tell you
how happy I am that you're here.

Charleston could use a man like you.

Gents, General Bressler.

General.

Captain Daniel Weaver,
2nd Massachusetts, reporting.

Gunnery Sergeant Aloysius Murphy,
United States Marine Corps, sir.

At ease, gentlemen.

Porter's told me a lot
about your unit.

Congratulations on making it through.

I'd say you've earned this.

Appreciate that, sir.

I had a quick look at your men,
at your ordnance.

I'd say you've put together
a hell of a fighting force.

We can find a place for more.

If I may...

Go right ahead, Captain.

2nd Mass executed ambushes

against the aliens in Connecticut,

Richmond.

And we've been tracking
enemy activity

all the way down the line...

here in Concord...

even in Florence.

If you need our people to scout for you,
just say the word.

Appreciate the intel, Captain,
but we won't be needing your scouts.

General, these 2nd Mass people
have got actionable intelligence.

Colonel Porter,
your opinion is noted.

You're dismissed.

Yes, sir.

Let me lay it out for you.

The aliens have no reason
to attack Charleston again.

As far as they know,
the city's been neutralized.

Given that, our civilian authorities

decided to use the lull
to regroup and rebuild.

Until that changes, we're not
in the business of picking fights.

The civilian leader Manchester
calls the shots for the military, too?

As he'll be happy to remind you,

he does have 230 years
of American tradition on his side.

Manchester was one
of the first settlers

and wound up
becoming their leader by default.

But as our numbers grew,

he made sure
his people knew who to thank

for their three squares a day,

full bellies.

- It made him very popular.
- Captain Weaver!

Captain, you better get out here.

Calm down!
Nothing's been decided yet!

Damn it, I am ordering you to step back
and allow us to continue.

I don't take your orders, Sergeant.

I'm not letting you split these people
or disarm them without a reason!

What the hell is going on here?

They're spreading the 2nd Mass out
across different housing areas.

This is not a damn resort!
You will go where you are told!

- You better back off!
- At ease!

At ease, Sergeant Clemons.

These people have had each other's backs
for months.

I understand that.

And you've got to understand
this isn't punitive.

Down here, we store all the weapons
in a central area,

and then we issue them
according to mission.

We're just salting your people
in where they belong.

Now, that said, you tell me "no way",
I'll back your position.

Hold on!

I may not like it,

but the Colonel is making sense.

We're here now.

We're in Charleston.

We're in Charleston.

No, Captain Weaver's right.

We need to start thinking
beyond the 2nd Mass now.

- Good.
- Carry on, Sergeant Clemons.

Yes, sir.

It's the South Carolina Gazette.

You're kidding.

And an invitation.

Arthur wants to see me first thing.

So much for sleeping in.

I'm assigned to the medical clinic
with Lourdes.

Look at us.
Commuters on our way to the office.

If I had a pot,
I'd make us some coffee.

If I had a cup, I'd drink it.

Tom, come in.

Go ahead, take one.

They look delicious.
You grew these here?

First crop
from our hydroponic garden.

Another baby step
toward self-sufficiency.

So, tell me,
what do you think of Charleston so far?

I think if you'd asked me
that question three days ago,

I never would have believed
a place like this was even possible.

It's a new beginning, Tom,
from the ground up,

and that includes
forming a true government.

So I heard from your pilot, Avery.

Hell of a woman.

Your book, From Darkness, Democracy.

Go ahead.
You can keep that.

Our founding fathers
had remarkable foresight,

but not even they
could have imagined an alien attack.

We're going
to need a political system

designed for
a post-invasion world, Tom.

We could be like
Washington and Jefferson,

founders of a new democracy.

I have to admit,
the historian in me is intrigued.

I'm happy to hear it,

because you come
at a critical moment.

There's a confidence vote
scheduled for tomorrow,

a referendum on my leadership.

It's pro forma, a chance
for the settlers to blow off some steam.

I can't imagine
you would have a problem.

But I could always use
another arrow in my quiver.

I'm hoping you would stand with me.

I'd be honored, Arthur.

I'll be there, of course.

But I think you may want to reconsider
after you hear what I have to tell you.

Now I'm intrigued.

- May I?
- Please.

We've had several encounters
with the aliens over the last few weeks.

And I know it's hard to believe,
but we think...

that a group of them have turned
against the Overlords.

"Turned", meaning...

Meaning that the Skitters were enslaved,
just like our harnessed kids,

and that a few of them
want to fight back just as much we do.

So far, this sounds like good news.

All we have to do is stand back,
let the bastards kill each other off.

Or we can ally with the rebel Skitters,
hit the Overlords with everything we got.

You're serious?

Trust the Skitters?

If I hadn't lived through the last weeks,
I would be just as skeptical.

It's one of the reasons we wanted to
quiet this until we had a chance to talk.

I appreciate the discretion,

because even a hint of this,
and we would be facing a panic.

And with this vote...

I'm talking about the possibility
of turning this war around.

And I'm telling you
not to say another word.

Your friendship means a lot to me,
but I will not jeopardize this city.

Not even for you.

Got a minute?

Kind of ironic, huh?

I remember when trying to get you to
help with dinner was like pulling teeth.

Be right back.

Dad, the way you're limping,

it's from that fight, isn't it?

It's nothing.

You were hurt trying to help me.
I just left you there.

You never left me.
I always had you here.

Just the thought of seeing you again,
it kept me going.

I'm so sorry, Dad.

It's okay.

Just promise me
we're gonna stay together.

Jeanne, I know it's hard,
but I need you to tell me

what happened with Diego
and the others.

Skitter patrol spotted us
a couple days after we left.

They came in force one night,
and we had to scatter.

By morning, the Skitters moved on,

but Diego and the rest
never made the rendezvous.

I waited as long as I could,

and then I rode here.

I'm sorry.

I know how much he meant to you.

Now I wish that I'd given him
more of a chance.

Diego and the others
could still be out there...

lost or wounded.

I begged them to send a patrol.
Manchester wouldn't even consider it.

I can't let it go, Dad.

I have to say something
in tomorrow night's meeting.

Then you say it.

And I'll be there for you.

I promise.

I have to get back.

All right.
I'll see you later?

You're here early.

Yeah, I just wanted to get started.

Helps to stay busy, you know?

- You want me to show you around?
- I'd love it.

There's medicine over here.

Amoxicillin, erythromycin...

They're well-stocked.

They know I was pre-med,
so I've been assigned

to the surgical unit.

- It's a chance to learn and...
- Excuse me.

Are you the new doctor
everyone's been talking about?

I guess I am.

- Anne Glass.
- Thank God.

If I have to wipe
one more snotty nose...

Okay, over here is pediatrics.
We've got...

I mean, you've got two flus,
a tonsillitis,

and a killer case of head lice.

You're leaving?
Just like that?

You're a pediatrician.

I'm a heart specialist.

Do the math.

Hold on.

I'm the combat medic from the 2nd Mass,
who's gonna have you walking bow-legged

unless you talk me through
each patient's chart.

All right.
Whatever you say.

So much for professional courtesy.

Once they find out
about your experience in the field,

they'll probably have you
running the place.

I'm fine.

Whatever I can do to help.

I'm glad I found you.

It's been quite a first day.

- What's this?
- Bounty from Manchester's garden.

Enjoy it. I don't think
I'm gonna be getting any more.

Skitter rebellion didn't sit well?

I'm surprised that I didn't
get thrown out of his quarters.

Looks like they're skipping
the Brussels sprouts just for you.

And everything else, for that matter.

Wouldn't expect last night's spread.

Manchester's executive menu as
a special "Welcome to Charleston" gift.

Don't think everyone rates
their own private quarters.

Most of us
are sleeping 10 to a cubicle.

- We didn't ask for special treatment.
- You didn't have to.

I'm sorry.

It's not you.
It's this place.

Be careful.

Say the wrong thing, and you're pulling
double shifts or worse.

I know this sounds petty,

but there's something off here.

Like how they've assigned

an experienced combat surgeon
to pediatrics?

I'm not saying it isn't important.

With the 2nd Mass, I was doing
vital medicine, saving lives.

Suddenly, I'm back
to passing out aspirin now?

Taking temperatures?

I tell you, it is strange.

How casual everybody behaves.

It's almost as if they really believe
the aliens have disappeared.

I used to ache
for that sense of complacency.

Now it almost scares me.

I agree.

You're not gonna believe
their artillery.

AT4s, GAU-17 minigun, heavy mortars.

We're talking serious alien stir-fry.

Assuming they ever
take it out of storage.

Remember, we're here
to get a lay of the land,

grab whatever we can carry,
and get out of here.

You!

So-called Berserkers, fall in.

What the hell is this?

Did I say to talk?

- I'm sorry, did I say "kiss my ass"?
- You kidding?

You must be Pope, right?

I understand you think
that you're smarter, faster,

and tougher than
any man in this outfit.

You catch on quick.
Tec, you gonna stand there

in your new jammies,
sucking your thumb or what?

Name's Gunnery Sergeant Murphy, Pope.

Now fall the hell in.

I think you and I are gonna have
a lot of fun together.

Grab some iron.

Let's see if you Massachusetts
crybabies know how to shoot.

All right.
Done and done.

I'll go grab a sandwich
while you guys catch up.

Lock it up and get over here.

Captain.
You all right?

Damn A. C.U. s itch like hell.

What are you doing?

We're barely here,
and you're popping off.

What are we doing, Captain?
We got target practice

and close-order drills
while the things are still out there.

That's the point.

Porter tells me that these boys have
never fired a shot in combat.

- That supposed to make me feel better?
- Hell no!

But, chances are, you are gonna
be leading some of them into battle.

They're gonna be scared as hell.

You got to teach them
to conquer that fear.

The only way you're gonna do that
is if you have their respect.

I hear you.

Now you get back
to tearing down that weapon

till you're seeing it
in your dreams, understood?

Yes, sir.

Can I see your paperwork?

What happened?

I hate school.
I hate it here.

I wish we'd never come.

I thought you were enjoying class.

There. All fixed up.
He'll be fine.

Come on, Matt. Talk to me.
What happened?

I was in class

when one of the bigger kids
started talking trash about us.

I'm guessing it was nothing good?

He said he thinks the 2nd Mass...

We never fought the aliens,

that we're just cowards
who came here to steal from them.

He said that you made a deal
with the aliens when they took you away.

So that they'd leave us alone.

Well...

You know he's wrong.

Then why'd the rest of them
act like he was right?

I don't know.

So, this boy took a swing at you?

Well...
No.

I hit him.

I think I might have broke his tooth.

I heard the shouting.
Then I pulled Matt out of there.

He's been suspended for a week.

Dad, I don't ever want to go back.

Well, it's probably better if you stay
close to home for a while, anyway.

We've got five minutes
before the sentries come. Hurry up.

Sweet.

Hold it right there.

I swear I didn't hear a thing.

Put it back, Lyle.

2nd Mass was welcomed
by these people.

I'm not gonna let an ape
like you ruin that.

Close it up,

back off,
and we'll pretend this never happened.

Nobody move!

- Don't shoot.
- I said, don't move.

Robo team, on me!

You shot him!

You're lucky his aim was off.
I would have put it between his eyes.

You shot him!
You son of a bitch!

- Put them in lockdown.
- Yes, sir.

- Take the bleeder to medical.
- This isn't what you think.

Told you we'd have some fun.

I'm gonna wish you
into the cornfield.

Arthur.

We need to talk.

If it's about the incident,
that's Bressler's call.

It's about the incident.
A man got shot, 3 people in lockup.

- It's a military matter, Tom.
- Military defers to you.

Maggie was trying to stop them.

And the Berserkers,
they're out of their mind,

but you're gonna want that kind of crazy
if there's an attack.

- What do you suggest?
- Let Maggie walk.

- And this Pope and the rest?
- Punish them.

Put them on crap details.
I don't really care.

We don't have enough people
to lose four more.

I get it.
I really do.

- See this from my perspective.
- I'm listening.

Bressler has been
pounding the war drum

to take a more aggressive posture
toward the aliens.

Built his army,
and now he wants to pull the trigger.

But he's right about wanting
to get into the fight.

- It's the only way we'll beat them.
- I understand that, of course.

I hope so,
because as comfortable as this all is,

nobody's really safe
until the aliens are gone.

It's just not the time.

It's taken months, but we've created
the first city-state in the new America,

I want to nurture it. I want to turn it
into something greater.

But I can't do it
if I don't have the authority.

I can't afford to look weak...
not now.

And doing nothing,
how does that look?

Look, just help me
get through this vote tonight,

and I will look into clemency,
we'll discuss Bressler,

and then together,

we'll start to build
this new government.

Mind if I get a minute
to talk with Maggie?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

My dad's talking to Manchester.

We're not gonna let this lie.

Well, since your pop's
calling in favors,

maybe he can put in a good word
for the rest of the rabble.

This is because of you, so you're lucky
you're not in front of a firing squad.

At least they'd be using those guns
for something useful.

I don't care what Manchester says,
I'm getting you out of here.

You do what you're thinking,
you're gonna get us all killed.

- I'm not asking for any favors.
- Damn it.

Is this because of what happened
on the road?

Because if it is,
I'm good with it, all right?

- Just like that?
- Just like that. How else should it be?

For God's sake, Hal,
I told you that I had a kid in prison.

You should have freaked out and told me
I was the worst person in the world.

Is that what you wanted?

What I expected was the courtesy
of an honest emotional reaction.

Instead, I got "I'll think about it"
and teenage silences.

I can't deal with that, all right?
I won't.

I'm sorry.

Look, you did your good deed.
Now just leave me alone.

Go!

So, as grateful as I am,

I can't help thinking
about the world around us.

I have friends still out there.

Maybe lost or sick.

And we're not doing anything
about it, except waiting...

Hiding.

Hoping the aliens will go away.

I don't think that makes you a bad man,
Dr. Manchester.

But I do think you're wrong.

That's all I have to say.

You did good.

I would like to thank
all the speakers

for their passion and commitment.

Before I begin,

I would like to introduce
an old friend.

My former student

And the hero of the 2nd Mass.

Thank you,

for welcoming the 2nd Mass
into your home.

And congratulations

on taking back a city
the aliens left in ruins

and turning it into a community.

I wish I could end there.

But the truth is,
I'm still finding my footing.

All I've known for the last year
has been the 2nd Mass,

the resistance.

And as much as I admire
what you've done,

I can't help but to agree
with Jeanne Weaver.

And wonder if somehow
our real mission has been lost.

I want to read you something

that a friend of mine wrote

about a different war.

"There were some
who advocated accommodation,

"who believed
the enemy would only be enraged

"by outright rebellion.

"But they were outnumbered
by those who understood

"that freedom would only come
once the enemy

had been driven from their land."

Written by Arthur Manchester.

About the American struggle against
the British during our revolution.

But he might as well
have been writing about today.

I've met our enemy.

I've seen what it's done
to our children.

I've looked in its eyes,
and I've heard it speak.

I am telling you that these creatures

will leave our world
only when we force them to!

That's right.

I know that I have to keep fighting.

This community
has to make its own call.

But understand,
we can't hide from them anymore.

General Bressler!

Sergeant?

- What is it?
- We have a situation that couldn't wait.

Our unit found a de-harnessed boy.

- They're bringing him in now.
- De-harnessed boy?

Did he say what he wanted?

Only that he had been looking
for Charleston

and that he has a message
for Tom Mason.

You know this boy?

- Tom Mason.
- I was told to find you.

That you were the only one
who would understand.

Told by who, Ben?
Have you seen my son?

Sorry, I don't know him.

But there's so many of us now.

There's been a development
with the Overlords,

- And there isn't much time.
- Who sent you?

Red eye...

The leader of the rebellion.

He's waiting nearby so you can talk.
I'll take you to him when you're ready.

I'm ready.

Gentlemen, come.

This is insane.
They could be outside the door.

If they wanted to attack,
it'd be on fire now.

It sounds risky,
but we have to hear them out.

Tom's right.

This alliance is our only advantage.
We lose it, we're back to square one.

We've been waiting for the right time
to launch an offensive.

It's too dangerous.

Especially since we don't know
what else has been kept from us.

What?

You should have told me
your son was a part of this revolution.

- That's how this one found us?
- Ben knew we were coming to Charleston.

God only knows
what else he's told them.

General.

Put the boy in lockup,
reinforce our perimeter.

We're gonna play dead,

and hope the aliens
will give us a pass.

Yes, sir.

Let's go.
He's going to lockup.

Yes, sir.

Tom, stay.

It's all right.

I expected a challenge from my enemies,
but not from my friend.

When did Bressler get to you?

You know better than that.

What are you looking for?

- A position in the government? Okay.
- Did you hear that boy?

This is not the timefor politics.
We have to hear them out.

- Bressler's sees an opening...
- Arthur...

I offered you my hand.
You slapped it away.

Now we both have to live with it.

Get your hands off me,
you stupid jarhead!

What is this?

It's your first decent meal
since you were locked up.

Please.

I wanted to ask you about Tom Mason.

I've been hearing
some peculiar rumors.

Mason's been peculiar
since the day I met him, so what?

I'm concerned about the safety
of our compound.

And I know that you two
don't like one another.

If you have anything on Mason
that could impact our security,

I'll look into letting you out.

So, the deal is...

I give up Mason,

Mason burns...

And I walk free?

I only want the truth.

Truth is...

Tom Mason is a...

pompous, semi-erudite history buff

with delusions of grandeur.

And if anybody is gonna
knock him off his pedestal...

It's gonna be me...

And not some two-bit tin-pot dictator

of Charleston, S.C.

- Salud.
- Take him out.

Yes, sir.

Hey.
Here to see Maggie.

- Better make this fast.
- What the hell are you doing?

Aliens are planning a new offensive.

Rebel Skitters sent that de-harnessed
kid to guide us to a meeting,

but Manchester won't let us go.

So I'm going anyway,
and I'd like you to come with.

You sure that's a good idea?

- Nothing's changed between us.
- That's where you're wrong.

You know why I needed time to think after
you told me about your bad-girl past?

Tell me.

'Cause it didn't make sense.

I don't know that Maggie.
I've never met her before.

Only Maggie I know is the one
standing right here in front of me...

the one who saved my butt
more times than I can count,

and put her own life on the line for
the 2nd Mass over and over again.

All right, the war
wiped the slate clean.

I'm no longer
Hal the high-school jock,

and you're not
Maggie the junkie thief.

That might be the only good thing
that came from this whole mess...

a chance to start over,

to become better people
than we were before.

Nice speech.

You been practicing?

A little.

But right now, me, dad, and the rest
are heading into the field.

I'd feel a hell of a lot better
knowing you had my back.

I'm in.

Hey! What about me?!

- We good?
- Clear. Come on up.

Let's go!

I managed to get you this stuff
without too much fuss.

You should be clear into the city.
The bikes are parked right outside.

You're taking a hell of a chance
to help us.

I take a chance every time
I drink coffee in this place.

I just hope you have it right
about the Skitters.

Drop your weapons and step back!

Stand down.

You're all under arrest.

Manchester's orders.

He's declared a state of emergency.

All suspected dissidents
are being detained.

You son of a bitch.
Are you ever gonna grow a backbone?

Colonel, that's enough!

At ease.

General, I saw
how you were with Manchester.

You know this is the right move.

I know how Manchester sees it, too.

You ought to start thinking about these
people instead of your position.

- What the hell do you want from me?
- Talk to Manchester, convince him.

Cuff them and take them inside.

Sergeant Murphy!

I'm sorry, sir.

I respectfully refuse.

Take him, too.

Come on. Let's go.

Move! Move!

All members of the 2nd Mass

are to report
to the commons area immediately.

All members of the 2nd Mass

are to report
to the commons area immediately.

Damn it, I want this area cleared!

Take them.

What do you think you're doing?! This is
crazy! These people haven't hurt anyone!

Not yet,
but some of them must have known

that Tom would try to reach out
to his rebel Skitters.

- If you hurt them...
- They were stopped, thank God.

But I can't risk someone else from
the 2nd Mass making the same mistake.

- So you're locking us up?
- Until you prove you can be trusted.

And who makes that decision? You?

Make sure you get them all.

Is this really the kind of democracy
you were hoping to create?

Down!

Arthur, they told us you separated the
2nd Mass from the rest of the compound.

You should have told me
what they did to you, Tom...

about the implant
that they put in your eye.

And the infection
that almost killed you, Captain.

For all I know, you've been taking orders
from the aliens ever since you arrived.

Who told you this?
Pope?

Your friends in the 2nd Mass.

Once they understood
the gravity of the situation,

several of them spoke up.

Once you put them in custody
and threatened their families.

Arthur, we have a chance
to really hurt the enemy.

Put them with the others.

And then what?

We organize a civilian trial immediately.

The charge is treason.

And then we deal
with their sympathizers.

You do that, you'll have
a real war on your hands.

General Bressler,
I gave you an order.

If you have seen any member
of the 2nd Mass,

please report to headquarters.

What are they gonna do to us?

I don't know, Matt.

We were safer on our own, weren't we?

Open the cells.
Let them out, all of them.

Take your hands off me.

Dad, what's going on?

I built this compound.
These are my people.

The civilian government's
been suspended.

Charleston is now under martial law.

- You got to believe I didn't want this.
- Well, you got it.

Your damned alliance
is gonna kill us all.

You want to make that rendezvous
with your rebel Skitters,

I suggest you suck it up... and fast.

Nice work, boys.

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