Falling Skies (2011–2015): Season 3, Episode 1 - On Thin Ice - full transcript

- Dad, it's Diego.
- What?

Don't you worry,
baby bear.

We'll get him
safe and sound.

Matt,
you about ready, soldier?

Yes, sir.

Come on, Matt.

That's the way
to get it done, son.

That's the way
to get it done.

Alpha-Alpha...
Phase one complete.

You stand by...

Three...



Two...One...

Let's go! Let's go!

Ready, newbie?
Yep.

Locked and loaded!

Affirmative!

Nice one, Benji.

Stop calling me that.

You love it.

No, I hate it.
No, you love it.

Diego! Diego!
It's Jeanne!

Don't you recognize me?

He doesn't. Trust me.

We have to get him
in the truck now.

That was easy.



Yeah. Piece of cake.
Button it, the both of you.

Aw, come on, Cap.
The fat lady just sang.

Let's celebrate.

It's colonel now, Pope.

And, besides,
it ain't over until --

It's over.

Take cover!

Behind you!

Maggie!

What the hell is that?!

Wait for it!
Fire!

I'm out of ammo!

I'm out! I'm out!

Oh, I got to get me
one of those.

Come on, Matt.

Let's go see your dad.
Jeanne.

Everything secure, Colonel?
More or less.

Wasn't the easy mission
we thought it was gonna be.

No?

No, we were compromised,
damn it. There's no denying it.

We were like fish
in a barrel

for those damn Mega-Mechs
or whatever the hell they were.

Looks like the Espheni have got
more up their sleeve than we realized.

What do you say
we get the hell out of here

before they figure out
what happened?

Copy that...Sir.

Great job, everybody!

What do you say
we all go home?

Let's move out!

Glad to see you made it back
in one piece...Mr. President.

Please don't call me that.

That's what you are,
sir.

And I'm begging you not to
go off on any more missions.

It's, uh... It's too dangerous.
Thank you, General.

I've been trying to
tell him that for months.

Miss Peralta.
Professor Mason.

For once, I agree
with General Bressler here.

The deal, as I recall,
was that, if elected,

I wouldn't be stuck behind
a desk or called President.

Yes, but that's the --
I fight.

We all fight until
the last damn alien occupier

is off the planet.

I don't think I can be
any clearer than that.

No, sir.

I want all key
military personnel

to meet in the war room
in one hour.

Yes, sir.

How about Anne?
Any word from her yet?

I think I would have led
with that, no?

I suppose
you would have.

How about Arthur?
How's he holding up?

Professor Manchester?
Happy as a clam,

doing what he loves best --
chairing committee meetings.

Better him than me,
that's for sure.

Matt,
great job out there.

Yes, sir. I couldn't have
done it without him.

Yeah, but --

Hey, no buts about it, son.
You were outstanding.

It's just -- I wish I could have
gotten in a kill or two.

That's all.
Hey, Matt!

Let's go!
Hang on.

See you,
dad and Colonel Weaver.

Soldier.

See you in the war room, Dan,
in about an hour?

You can count on it,
Tom --

uh, sir, Professor --
Mr. President.

What exactly am I
supposed to call you now?

"Tom" will do.
Nothing's changed, Dan.

Oh, I'd say, in these past seven months,
plenty has changed.

Here.

Don't worry, hot wheels.

We'll make sure we don't
drop you on your head.

- Just be careful, okay?
- You got him?

Yep. We're good.

All right, boys.

Don't mess
with me now.

I am mobile.

We really got our tails caught
in it back there, didn't we, Dad?

Not the best place
to talk about it, Son.

Yes, sir.
All right, girl.

I'll race you
back to the barracks.

You're on.

Ben, we could use your help
in the infirmary

with those harnessed kids.

Of course. We just need
to wrap up here.

All right.
I'll see you there. What?

You and your boys --
"The fighting Masons."

Oh, it's just --
I think it's cute.

So this
is the new order, huh?

The Mason administration --
friend to all...

Any old alien that just happens
to blow into our camp.

You say the word,
boss.

Mexico is looking better
to me every day.

I need to work on my tan.
What do you say, chief?

Not gonna be any better
down there -- I don't think so.

Look, we got alien battalions
just looking to fry our ass.

To hell with this.

I'm gonna go begin my beer
therapy a little bit early.

I'll be in the nest.

Diego.

Come on. Come on.

Are we almost ready,
Dr. Glass?

Just about.

You remember Diego?

Of course I do.
He's gonna be fine.

Let's go.
Grab his neck.

Fortunately, the harness
hasn't been on Diego very long,

so this should be
a fairly quick procedure

with a short recovery.

And it'll be
completely removed?

Mm-hmm.
Completely, painlessly,

and without side effects.

Almost.

Almost.

Got it.

Extracting now.

Hold tight.

Yes. All clear.
Coming in.

Easy.

Got it.
You got a tray?

He's gonna be fine,
Jeanne.

We're just gonna take him
to a recovery area.

Prep the next patient.
Yeah.

Welcome back.

It's good to be back.

Marina.
Dr. Glass.

So, can I talk you

into sticking around
for awhile --

at least
until our baby is born?

Uh, I think
I can arrange that.

What about you? Why are you
still working so close?

I hardly have a choice.

I'm the only one the aliens
taught to work this machine.

Still --
Professor.

One second.
Just take it easy, okay?

I promise.

Okay.
See you later.

Yeah.

Ten-hut!
Sorry I'm late.

As you were, gentlemen.

Somebody mind telling me

what our alien friend
Cochise is doing here?

The Volm are our allies,
and they deserve to have a voice

in any assessment
of our missions.

As my son Hal just pointed out,

we got our tails caught in it...
Big time.

Is that a fair assessment,
Colonel?

Fair enough, yes.
It had nothing to do

with Colonel Weaver's
meticulous planning.

It sure seemed to me
like they knew we were coming.

Damn straight.
Walked right into it.

First time ever on one of
these missions we were ambushed.

What are you saying, Tom?

We got some kind of an
infiltrator, some kind of spy?

A damn traitor?

This is the possibility
we have to consider.

And in this age
of alien doodads --

eye worms and the like --

it could be anybody
in the city of Charleston.

Or any thing.

I mean, we have Skitters
camped right next to us,

walking around our city
like nobody's business.

Rebel Skitters --
loyal to the cause.

Skitters nonetheless, sir,
who, not too long ago,

were indiscriminately
killing humans

at the bidding
of their masters.

Many of them have died side
by side with humans, General.

They have given us no cause
to doubt their loyalty.

Gents. Gents.

Can an old soldier put
his two cents worth in here?

Please do.

One year ago,
if you'd asked me

what our chances were
to win this fight,

I'd have said
slim to none.

Now it's seven months
down the track,

and we've done more than just
stick the occasional finger

in the enemy's eye.
We've put a hurt on him.

Yes, but in the long run,
you are not gonna get a--

General,
let me finish my thought.

In fact,
it's so effective

that the enemy has had to resort
to espionage as a counter.

And in my opinion,
that's good news.

Thank you, General.

I am pleased
to hear you say that,

and I agree with you
wholeheartedly.

It is indeed
most excellent...news.

I beg your pardon.

Is it not an appropriate moment
in which to comment?

It's quite appropriate.
Please continue.

Not only have the Espheni
resorted to espionage,

as General Porter
has pointed out,

but they have been forced

to deploy
their superior terrain droids,

usually reserved for more
technologically advanced forces.

You have unnerved the Espheni,
sir --

a worthy and unique
accomplishment, I assure you.

But there's been
no decisive battle!

But the Espheni know

and understand large offensives,
General.

What bedevils them is
our consistent skirmishing.

That makes no logical sense.

Well, human logic
is to be discarded

when at war
with extraterrestrial beings.

Well, we still have
this damn mole to deal with,

no matter what.

Agreed.

I suggest that
we appoint Arthur Manchester

to head an investigation.
Seriously?

He's got a head
for these things.

And he's the only one that
didn't have any prior knowledge

to the planning of the mission.

Thank you, gentlemen.

I'm glad you came,
Hal.

I wasn't sure
you got my message.

Loud and clear.

Hal, I've missed you
so much.

I've missed you more
than you can ever imagine.

Another nightmare?

Do you remember
what it was about?

No.

Well, it's got to
be something

to make you wake up
in a cold sweat.

I said
I don't remember.

Okay?
Okay.

Maybe you can talk to someone
at the clinic about it.

I don't need to talk
to anyone about it, okay?

What I need
is my wheelchair...

Which someone put
all the way

on the other damn side
of the room.

What are we doing today?
Another crazy day.

Citizens' forum
in two days?

That's right.

Public works committee?

That's --
that's Arthur's.

Not since you put
Dr. Manchester in charge

of this secret investigation
you have going.

I'm sure the rumor is
already out that we have a spy.

They are, so be prepared for
the forum to be less than fun.

Hello, Ben. Denny.
Got a minute?

Sure I do. What's up?

The leader
of the rebel Skitters

is requesting
a meeting with you.

Did he say
what it was about?

Just that he'd like you
to come to their camp tonight.

He can't come here?

They don't feel comfortable
within the city limits.

'Cause of
the anti-Skitter talk.

Anti-Skitter talk?

Fine. Tell him Colonel Weaver
and I will come see him tonight

when I get free here.

We'll tell him, Dad.
Thanks.

Professor.

He's doing much better.

I think so.

Yes.

Yeah, I mean, four months ago,
he couldn't move.

Considering that,
he's come a very long way.

And he's got
the right attitude, you know?

He certainly is
working hard.

I know.

It's just...

I mean, he's putting up
a good front and all, but...

He's been having these
nightmares the past few weeks.

Bad ones.

And he won't tell me
what they are, but...

I can tell
they're freaking him out.

Well,
like Dr. Glass said,

there's nothing
physically wrong with him.

But something
is wrong with him.

Something happened
to him.

I think it's something
she did to him.

Karen?

Yeah.

I'm not saying
it's not possible.

But we examined him
thoroughly...

As best we can,
anyway.

I know.

And we didn't
find anything.

I know.
Yeah.

Thank God he's had you

these past seven months,
though, Maggie.

He never would have made it
without you.

Hey, good-looking.

You want to dance?

Look, I just
want to say, um...

I'm sorry
for acting like such a --

Jerk?

Yeah. That.

All is forgiven.

Get back to work.

Yes, ma'am.

I can't begin to tell you
how pleased I am

that you agreed to meet
with me, Anthony.

Well, I don't know
how much help I can be, sir,

but Professor Mason did ask me
to meet with you,

and, well,
here I am meeting.

I'm given to understand

that you worked for
the Boston Police Department

prior to the invasion.
Yes, sir.

Five years in blue.

Five years
undercover narcotics.

Impressive.
Thanks. I guess.

We have a situation --
a bad situation.

You mean
with the spy.

You know about it?

There isn't a soul
in Charleston that doesn't.

And, frankly, people are
pretty upset about it.

Well, I've been tasked
with the job

of investigating the mole,

and, frankly, I could use
someone with experience.

I'm not sure if busting a couple
of small-time drug dealers

qualifies me for espionage work,
Dr. Manchester.

Besides...how do you know
I'm not the spy?

Well, I don't, actually.

Well...

...I'll tell you
why I'm not the spy.

Motive.

It's the first thing
you look for.

What in the hell
would my motive be

for helping the same bugs

I've been trying to kill
for two years?

I see your point.

Uh, there...
are some files

that I would like you
to take a look at.

And here's the list.

There are a lot of names here
that I recognize...

Some I know really well...

Fought side-by-side with.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

What do you need me for?

Because I've got about 50
possible suspects on that list,

and to be candid, I could use
some help narrowing it down.

Thank you for coming
on such short notice,

Professor,
Colonel Weaver.

You said you had
something important to tell us?

We have received reports
that the Espheni are once again

preparing a major offensive
against Charleston.

Let them try.

They failed
the past three times.

I agree.
Thanks to the Volm,

our defenses
are stronger than ever.

Suddenly they want
to attack us?

Gluttons for punishment,
I guess.

They have put them
behind schedule.

The Espheni do not like
their timetables disrupted.

Glad to know we've been
making it tough for them.

True, but it bears repeating
that the humans

are not the ultimate target --
the Volm are,

and their troop ships
are heading toward your planet.

To destroy the Espheni?

So they say.

Thank you
for the advance warning.

We'll discuss the strategy
and inform you of our plan.

As always, we're standing by
to assist, Professor.

There is one more thing.

A new overlord has replaced
the one killed by you.

It is rumored to be
even more dangerous

and ruthless
than its predecessor.

That's hardly surprising.

Ordinarily, I would agree,

except that this
particular overlord is human.

Human?

Correct.

Karen.

What are you doing?

You fell asleep on top of the
bed with all your clothes on.

Oh, I was trying
to sneak in a nap.

It's been
a long couple of days.

I bet.

25 kids de-harnessed --
not one complication.

That's got to feel good.

It does. A lot.

I only wish we had
the Volm's technology

a couple years ago --
so many children lost.

How are you?

How is your day going?

The same -- crazy.

Miles to go before I sleep,
I'm afraid.

What?

This is Marina
and her scheduling neurosis.

Somebody needs to stop
telling her to play White House.

White House and the president
have 20 square blocks.

Charleston's growing.

Refugees are coming in
every day.

There's got to be a feeling
of safety and security...

or it will all
end up in chaos.

I never thought
I'd say this,

but I miss being on the road,
being chased by Skitters.

It seems like
we had more time together.

I know.

I'll see you later.

It's just something
he needs.

Hey.
Hi.

You want to
grab a bite to eat?

Someone opened this
shawarma stand in Pope town

I've been dying to try.

I'm sure we could barter a couple
of house calls for a meal or two.

Honestly, I'm beat.

I'm gonna check on
that appendectomy in bed 17

and then crash in my bed
like a 10-ton weight.

I totally get it.
Rain check, then?

Yeah. Absolutely.

Hey, got it.
No, I got it.

My water broke.

Dad, Anne's having the baby --
n-now.

Tom, I think I've done it.
Done what, Arthur?

Narrowed the list down to
a dozen possible suspects.

Now, you're not
gonna believe it, but --

Uh, I-I can't
talk right now.

Anne's having the baby.

Oh. Oh.
It can wait.

It can wait.

A militia group from Wisconsin
spotted your camp

when they were crossing over
the Black Hills in Kentucky.

Kentucky? Really?
Mm.

We've been trying
to rescue

as many of the harnessed kids
as we can

ever since the new aliens
provided us with technology

to safely
remove the harness.

Did you know
I'd be there?

Every camp we went to,
I looked for you.

This time,
I got lucky.

Is that their place --
the new aliens?

That's it.
How many are there?

20, 25.

No one knows for sure,
since they mostly

stay in their bunker
or whatever they call it.

Where did
they come from?

Not exactly sure.

They told us their planet
had been invaded, same as us.

For hundreds of years,

they've been
chasing the overlords,

trying to liberate planets
they've tried to destroy.

Do you trust them?

Well, it's because of them
Charleston is safe.

They've given us new weapons
and strategies.

It's hard not to believe
what they say is true.

Who can argue
with winning?

But do you trust them?

They're aliens.

Who's to say they're any
better than the Overlords --

or worse?

Curfew is not
for another half an hour.

I want to
show you the horses.

So, he's a Butler?

Right.
From 19th-century England?

Yes.
Fighting what?

Grim reapers?
With his 10-year-old master?

He's 12.
Look, it's Manga.

It's weird,
is what it is.

Give me some plain old superhero
any old day.

No, no, no. You can't compare
comic books to Manga.

Says who?

Call, raise, or fold --
what's it gonna be, sweetcakes?

Raise.

Yes. Yes, Jim.
I'm telling you!

It was either the lobsters
or the elephant men.

Either one of them could have
tipped off the fishheads.

That's what I'm hearing.

Now, we should be kicking them
both out of town right now.

What are we waiting --
Lars, my boy.

Listen, I know you've had a long
and hard day in the trenches.

You mind if I offer just one
small, little piece of advice?

What?
Shut up! All right?

Keep that kind of stuff
you're talking

way down inside that thick skull
of yours, all right?

Save it
for your memoirs.

So, what -- are you
an alien lover now, Pope?

You got all the answers, huh?
That it?

You got all the smarts,
is that right?

No.

Tell you what.
I'll buy you a drink.

Huh?
On the house.

Everybody! Chill out!

All good things can be had
right here at the nest!

Welcome!

Lyle,
do me a favor

and buy those boys a round
on me, all right?

The cheap stuff.
Keep an eye on them, as well.

You got it, boss.
Thank you.

You should get some sleep.

I'm fine.
No, you're not.

We miss it?

No. Just my water broke.

Matt.

W-what?
Geez.

Sorry. I thought
she was having a baby.

That's fine, Matt.

You guys, it's gonna be
a long night -- trust me.

We could be here
for awhile.

Might be a good time
to break out the old --

Monopoly.
I'll go get the board.

Seriously?

It's kind of
a Mason family tradition.

Okay.

Oh, I didn't even
hear you come in.

Is it that time already?

So it's you?

Dad.

Look,
I'm no ballistics expert...

But it's a safe bet
Dr. Manchester was shot

with a gun
modified with Volm tech.

That narrows it down
to the military.

We're the only ones with access
to the modified weapons.

We should at least make sure
all those are accounted for.

Yes, sir.

This is my doing.

No.
Hell no, Tom.

You're not responsible
for this.

Arthur claimed
he was getting close --

that he narrowed down
the list of suspects.

That is possible, I suppose,
but if he wrote it down...

It's not here.

Which means his killer
took it with him,

which means
he must have been close.

Too close, I'm afraid.

Dr. Manchester was basically
a good man...

Sometimes misguided...

But his heart
was always in the right place.

Anthony,
I'm gonna need your help

to get
to the bottom of this.

If this is the work of the spy,
we need to know who -- and fast.

I'll do my best, but I
don't have much to go on --

just that list
that Dr. Manchester gave me.

That's a start.

General Porter.
Sir.

Coordinate with
General Bressler.

I want a full vetting
of all military personnel.

Yes, sir.
Keep Ms. Peralta in the loop.

It probably doesn't need to be
said, but I'll say it anyway --

we need to find this bastard

before anybody else
gets murdered

and any other mission
gets compromised.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I'm about to become a father.

Okay,
come on, Anne.

One more big push,
okay?

It's a girl.

It's...a girl.

Oh. Come here. Oh.

Oh, hi, baby. Oh, baby.

Look at you.

Oh, hi.

Before we begin
the traditional citizens' forum,

I hope you'll allow me
to announce the arrival

of our newest citizen
to the new United States --

Alexis Denise Glass-Mason.

Thank you.

We also lost a good man
this week -- Arthur Manchester,

whose legacy will live on
forever right here with us --

the citizens of Charleston.

He is just the latest casualty

in a war that's already
claimed more than we can count.

Our enemy is hell-bent
on our destruction.

They will accept nothing less

than our complete
and utter annihilation.

For two long years,
we have suffered

at the hands of our oppressors,

and yet, against all odds,
we have survived.

And in these last seven months,
we are finally winning!

Our alien allies, the Volm,
have given us superior weapons.

They've given us hope.
They've given us encouragement.

But our real weapon...

The weapon that will
ultimately gain us victory

is the strength and tenacity
of the human spirit.

I think
I'm gonna be sick.

Mexico, boss --
I'm telling you.

We ought to be
headed for Mexico.

Lyle, have you ever known me
not to have a plan?

No. Guess not.

I don't understand.
What am I doing here?

What are you doing here?

All I ever wanted
was for us to be together.

I've never stopped
thinking about you,

even after
the transformation.

Transformation?

When I became one of them.

You did something
to me.

I planted a probe...
in your cerebral cortex.

A simple device, really.

Why?

So we'll be connected
to each other always.

No. No, no.
It's not right.

It is right.

We were
meant to be together.

I woke up paralyzed
from the neck down.

That was you...
fighting the probe.

You can walk now,
don't you see?

Yeah.
'Cause this is a dream.

Who cares if it's a dream
or not, Hal?

This...

...is all
that matters.

Come in.

I...I've been
saving this

for a special occasion
or something.

Well, anyway.
Should be good.

Congratulations on the birth
of your daughter.

Thanks, Dan.
That means a lot.

Have a seat.

You want scotch?

Oh. Well,
I won't say no to that.

Thank you.

To you and to Anne.

To the future.

That's good.

Arthur certainly
knew his scotch.

You ever wish that we'd left
when we said we were going to?

You remember?

Before
these damn Volm landed?

Sometimes, yeah.

Mm, but...

I know.

I know.

You mind if I just
directly speak my mind?

I've never known you
to do otherwise.

This alliance
that you've created

with this new set of aliens --
I, for one,

think what they're selling us
is a load of crap.

Yeah, I get the impression
you've the felt that way...

over the last seven months.

I mean,
what are we doing here?

What are we really doing?

We're winning...
Dan, pure and simple.

And we've got Cochise
and the Volm to thank for it.

And, uh,
you honestly think

that after the Overlords
are wiped out,

these guys are gonna just --
what?

I don't have any illusions
about our allies

if that's
what you're getting at.

Well, that's exactly
what I'm getting at, Tom,

with all due respect.

You think Roosevelt
and Churchill

wanted to work
with Stalin?

They knew
what he was about.

They needed him
to win the war.

This is our war, Tom.

It's a human war.

And the minute
we start forgetting that,

the minute we start
depending on somebody else

to do this work for us,
we're on a bad road --

and you're never gonna get me
to change my mind on that.

And if I could?

What --
I don't understand.

Come with me.

What you doing over there?

I'm looking
for your boots.

They were right here.

That's where
we left them last --

last night.
Well, they're not there now.

You sleep okay last night?

Yeah. I did.

Finally.

No nightmares?

No, not a one.

That's great.

Here they are...
way at the back.

That's weird.

Do Bressler and Porter
know about this?

I'm the only human
that knows about this project,

except for you now.

Cochise and I agreed it posed
too much of a security risk.

You and Cochise?

All the skirmishing,
all the missions --

everything that we've been doing
has been designed

to keep the Espheni
off the scent of this.

It's kind of a big thing
to have kept from me,

wouldn't you say, Tom?
I know.

I have to take responsibility
for that action, Colonel Weaver.

I asked Professor Mason
to keep this project secret

until the very last moment.

You know the tower in Boston
we tried to blow up?

All too well.
It's one of thousands.

They create
a sort of defensive web

that prevent
the Volm ships

from being able to enter
our atmosphere.

Eliminating just one of those
towers will be enough

to open up a gap
sufficient to let

one of our ships
enter the atmosphere.

This is what the mole
has been after.

I don't get it, Tom.

What? A big gun?

What is this?

More than
just a gun, Colonel.

When completed,
it will be the decisive factor

in ending this conflict.

A chance
to win this war, Dan.

Think of it.

What's this bad boy
supposed to do, anyway?