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Falling Skies S03E08 Strange Brew (Le Cauchemar d'une vie) (VO&VF+STFR&EN)

- Bryan, Mechs!
- Stay6 down!

That must have been
some dream.

You were flailing
and kicking all night.

Aliens invaded.

- Fun.
- Hmm.

Was I there?

The boys were there.

You, I'm not sure.

What day is it today,
anyway?

Mm...Thursday.

- You know what that means?
- Mnh-mnh.

Only 10 shopping days left
till Christmas.

My list
is on the fridge.

Mm.

I don't want to,
but I have to get up.

- Hey.
- Hmm?

I love you.

You should have bad dreams
more often.

Yeah.

Mm, Tom, if I don't
get up right now,

there are three young men
in this house who will starve.

Do you want that on your
conscience -- at Christmastime?

It's fewer gifts
I have to buy.

Oh, you're bad.

Hmm. Oh, honey?

Could you stop by the
dry cleaner on your way home?

Matt needs his suit for the
holiday concert tomorrow night.

Sure.

What?

I was just thinking about
how beautiful you are.

You are awfully sentimental
this morning.

Well, some days,
you just wake up

and realize
what a lucky man you are.

And they're up.

Oh, you better hurry, mister.
You're gonna be late for class.

Oh, by the way,
who's Anne?

Mm. What?

You were talking about her
in your sleep last night.

I was?

You were.

I have no idea.

Oh. Here, I thought I was
the woman of your dreams.

Hey, Dad!

Celtics or Knicks
tonight?

It depends on
whether K.G. plays.

According to Dell'apa,
he's still got the flu.

Knicks are tough.

So who do you pick?
Boston or New York?

Oh, I got to go
with the Celts.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey.
I got a game today.

Got to have carbs.
Oh, that's too bad --

all right, all right.
Nobody's gonna starve.

Here you go.
Thank you.

You guys gonna be able to
make it? We're playing Belmont.

Uh...I wish I could.

Nice.

It's great to have
such a supportive family.

The world doesn't
revolve around you.

Hey.

I'll be there, sweetie.

The end of the world
wouldn't keep me away.

See you, guys!

See you.
Bye, Ben.

Hey, Benji.
Hey, Denny.

Dad, can I borrow
10 bucks for gas?

What happened to the $10
I gave you yesterday?

Mom needed some cash.

Good morning, Professor.
Hello, Rita.

Hi, Matty.

Hello.

Good morning.

Don't wait up, boys.

So, my little mole,
what were you able to find out?

Where are they gonna spend
New Year's?

Either Jacksonville
or New York.

Hal wants to go see
the Gator Bowl.

What's in New York?

Rita's aunt.

Gator Bowl
or Rita's aunt --

I wonder which will be
more fun.

Where would you go?

I would go
to the Gator Bowl.

But knowing Hal, he's probably
gonna end up in New York.

What Rita wants, Rita gets.
Amen, brother.

Okay. Bye, Dad.
Have a great day.

Open your eyes!

Wake up!

Come on. Let's go.

Keep going.

Happy holidays, sir.
You have a good one.

Come on. Turn around.

Hi.

Rough night?
Oh, hey, Tom.

Yeah, I seem to have
misplaced my keys, you know?

Hi.
You forgot your keys.

See you in class,
Professor.

Yeah. That happened.
Mm-hmm.

Tom.

A little bird told me that
you are the top candidate

to fill my position
when my term is up.

Now all you have to do
is not mess it up.

Thank you, Dean.

Yeah, maybe
the Philosophy department

will finally get that funding
it so desperately needs.

I wouldn't count on it,
John.

Have a good day, Tom.

You, too.

Good morning.
Good morning.

Anne Glass.

Second time
she's called.

Did she say
what it was about?

Yeah, she said
it was personal.

I assumed you knew her.

I don't.

The fact is, Paul Revere did not
become a nationally known figure

until 1861 after Longfellow
published the poem.

And from that point on,

the historical facts
of what happened

on the night of April 18, 1775,
took a backseat

to the popular myth
perpetrated by Longfellow.

Any questions?

Yes.

Are the rumors true?
Are you leaving us?

Who's gonna take over
your classes? Dr. Peralta?

Okay, okay.

Um...It's no big secret that
I am being considered for Dean,

but that doesn't mean
that I'm gonna stop teaching.

I will have
fewer classes next year,

but I'll be around.

Okay, see you next Tuesday.

Professor Mason,

you're the reason
I changed my major.

Remember? Freshman year?

The role of women
in the American Revolution.

I remember
you being excited to find out

that women did more than cook
and darn their husbands' socks.

Yeah, women with guns --
there's nothing sexier.

Well, we can always use
another dedicated historian.

So, do you think
you'll leave B.U.?

You'll probably
move to New York, right?

I don't have
any plans to leave, no.

Good.

Then I'll see you next week.
Okay.

I'm gonna ace that final.
I'm gonna hold you to that.

Hmm.

Early Christmas present?

It's from Anne Glass.
Whoa.

She's got your number.
18-year-old Macallan.

Jeanne, have I ever mentioned
Anne Glass before?

No.

Has she ever called
before today?

Hmm, not that I know of.
I thought you knew her.

It sure seems like
she knows you.

It's the damnedest thing.

Her name is sort of familiar
to me, but I can't place her.

You know, my grandmother
had Alzheimer's, Professor --

same problem.

Oh, that helps.
I'm just saying.

Why did we
discount Chicago, again?

Because it is in the Midwest

and Clausen whined about
how cold it was for three weeks

after we were in Minneapolis last year.

Maybe we should
just stay here --

get a nice hotel downtown,
take in a Celtics game.

What do you think, Tom?
It doesn't matter to me.

Oh, no, hey. Come on. You got to
have an opinion about this.

New York, Chicago,

Jacksonville,
or stay in town?

Golf courses, Tom.

Jacksonville has
over 50 to choose from.

It doesn't matter to me,
Dr. C.

Whatever you want.
Jacksonville, then?

Professor Mason,
there's someone here to see you.

Hello.
I'm Tom Mason.

I'm Anne Glass' husband.

Oh.
Okay.

I don't know what the hell
you think you're doing, man.

Is this about your wife?

I know that you're having
an affair with her.

What? No, come on. I deny it, yes.
You deny it?

I don't even know your wife.
Shut up. Don't lie to me.

I'm not lying to you.

Look, I got a message
earlier today

from a woman named
Anne Glass.

I haven't spoken to her.

To the best of my knowledge,
I've never even met her.

So I don't know where you got
the idea we're having an affair,

but you can forget it.
It's not true.

Oh, you don't know her, but you're
taking her away for the weekend.

How's that work?

Okay, why don't you calm --
why don't you sit --

I found the brochures, man.

Boston, New York,
Chicago, Jacksonville.

Where are you taking my wife,
Professor?

What is the deal
with these four cities?

New York?
No.

Jacksonville?
No.

Look, I told you,
I don't know your wife.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm gonna ask you to leave.

How about...

I call your wife,

see what she has to
say about it?

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Mason,
I underestimated you.

I don't have time for your act
right now, Pope.

You know, I believe it was
Schopenhauer who said that

every parting creates
a foretaste of death,

every coming together
again a foretaste of the resurrection...

...a driving force for infidelity if
there ever was one.

Wow.

Wake up! Wake up!
So, tell me,

where were you taking
the little woman, huh?

Come on, Casanova,
you can tell me, huh?

It'll be
our own little secret.

You can go now.
Please, come on, Tom.

Denial, repression,
compartmentalization --

but sooner or later,
you're gonna tell me the truth.

Come on, Professor.

I don't know if I told you,

but a new dishwasher is
at the top of my Christmas list.

Yeah, I saw it there.

Actually, this remind me
of when we used to do dishes

at our old apartment
in Boylston, remember?

You were in grad school.

We had
that ancient dishwasher.

I remember the landlord always
being there trying to fix it.

He had a thing for you.
What? Oh, come on.

Ha!
Are you gonna deny it?

He didn't.

I mean,
okay, yeah, maybe he did,

but I never encouraged it.

Well, he was 140 years old,
you were 23 --

that would
have been weird.

How do you think we got
the garbage disposal?

I wish you could have come
to Hal's game.

He was great.
He scored two goals.

I'll come
to the next one.

That's what you said
last time.

Who's Anne Glass?

Anne Glass?

Isn't that the woman
you were talking about

in your sleep last night?
Yeah.

Well, then shouldn't you
be telling me who she is?

Hey.

What's so important about

New York, Boston,
Jacksonville, and Chicago?

Are you feeling
all right?

Okay, you feel hot.

Maybe I should call
Dr. Raskin.

Honey?

You're really starting
to freak me out.

I'm gonna call him.

Who kicked you
in the nuts?

Something's happening to me.

Yeah, the husband
of the woman you're banging

wants to kill you.

I think somebody's
trying to gaslight me.

Does that sound insane?

Of course not.
Like, you historians --

you're always obsessed
with organizing chaotic tangles

of random, absurd events
and then trying to organize them

into tidy, little orderly
narratives and explaining them.

No, no.
Spare me the metaphysical rant.

This isn't me
trying to explain anything.

This isn't a joke.

Something's going on.
This isn't my life.

Mason, it's no joke.

Honestly, it's what Baudrillard
called the simulacrum.

That's where you can't tell
your life from your dreams

and your dreams from your life,
all right.

Trust me. Just stop trying
to find meaning in it all.

Just embrace it,
all right?

Blow your meticulously
constructed little suburban

prison to smithereens.

Take your lover to New York
or Chicago or...Jacksonville.

It's all good.

Dad.
Dad, what's going on?

What do you mean?

Mom says
you're acting weird.

She's right. I am.

Does it, um,
have anything to do with this?

I'm not having an affair,
Ben.

I wouldn't do that
to your mother,

I wouldn't do it
to your brothers,

I wouldn't do it to you.

Something's going on.
What?

I can't explain it.
I'm trying to figure it out.

Where are you going
this weekend?

What?
Where are you going?

New York, Chicago,
Jacksonville? Where?

Why do you want to know?

- I'm your son. Wh--
- Are you?

What do you mean?

I-I deserve the truth.

I got to go.

Where are you going?

What am I supposed to tell mom?
What am I supposed to do?

Stay away from me.

♪ bells on bobtail ring ♪

♪ making spirits bright ♪

♪ what fun it is to laugh and
sing a sleighing song tonight ♪

I thought maybe
you changed your mind.

Jingle all the way ♪

No.

Americano, two shots --
just how you like it.

You want to tell me
what's going on?

I looked into hotels
and flights,

and everything's
available.

I just need to know
where we're going.

Is this about New York, Boston,
Jacksonville, Chicago?

It's your Christmas present.

Oh. Okay.

Um, tell me.

Boston...

New York...

Chicago...

Jacksonville.

Aren't we already
in Boston?

Exactly why I would eliminate
it, but that's just me.

It is a nice hotel.
Don't get me wrong.

There's something great
about each one of these cities.

The question is,
do you want to travel,

how far far do you
want to travel,

and is the sun important?

I know that's technically
three questions.

And if we never plan on
leaving the hotel,

I guess it doesn't really matter
where we go, does it?

Tom.

You're a little squirrely today.
What's going on?

What is going on is
that I don't know you.

That's funny.

I'm not laughing.

I don't know you.
I've never met you in my life.

And yet here you are,
you're...haunting me,

your husband
is visiting me at work.

I've got a wife,
and I've got three kids.

And what you're talking about
would blow up my entire world.

Tom...I thought the whole point
was to blow up your world.

Did something happen
at home today?

Does Rebecca know?

Did you tell her about us?

I -- there's no us.

Fine. Go home, then.

Tell your wife
you're not in love with me.

Tell her you're not taking me
away for the weekend.

Tell her
you're taking her away instead.

But tell me
where you're going

so at least I don't make
the mistake of showing up.

I wouldn't want to blow up
your world or anything.

Boston?

New York?

Chicago?
Jacksonville?

Tell me where
you're taking her, Tom.

Where are you taking her?
Tell me.

You owe me that.

Wait a minute.

I know you.

Tell me where you're taking her!
Tell me!

I know you,
and you're not Anne.

You're not Anne.

Tell me.
Tell me where you're taking her.

You owe me that.

Tell me.

I knew it was you.

I have to
hand it to you, Tom.

You figured it out
faster than I thought you would.

With enough prodding,

the subconscious
always reveals the truth.

Sooner or later,
you would have told me

which tower you plan to attack
with the Volm.

I know that it will be
one of those four cities,

which is why I've pushed
to get the grid up.

Tell me now, and this could
all be over for you.

Where do you plan
to attack?

Go to hell.

In case
you haven't noticed...

This is hell.

Move, move!

You all right?

Cover the six!

Dad, are you okay?

Take this.

Where's Anne and Lexie?

I don't know.
The Overlords took them.

You're lying.

No. I don't know.

Then you're
of no use to me.

Look! I hate to break up
the reunion, but we got to go!

No, we don't! I need Lexie!
Let's go!

Yes, sir!
We got to go!

Ben, come on!

How long
have I been out?

Two days.

Aah!

Tom, you shouldn't be --
there's no time.

Karen's accelerated the grid schedule.
Doesn't matter.

We're briefing
the assault now.

We're gonna hit them
in less than 24 hours.

You didn't tell her where
our attack was coming, did you?

- No.
- Good.

That was our biggest worry.

We're still go
for our original target.

Tom, you want to lay out
the map for us?

Yeah.

Tom.

Tom.

What's wrong?

Everything.

You find this funny?

I do, 'cause you must be
so scared, Karen.

How does that feel?

To be scared?

You will tell me
what I want to know.

So, what's next?

Pain stick?

I think we both know

you're beyond manipulating
through that kind of pain, Tom.

You've learned to endure it
in its many forms.

Not true, the other members
of your family, though --

Anne and Lexie,
for example.

Where...
Where are they?

In a place where bad things
will happen to them

unless you cooperate.

I would hate to think
of the lasting effects

a pain stick might have...
on an infant.

This is so simple,
Tom.

Why are you making this
so hard?

You will tell me
where you plan to attack,

and you
will tell me now.

I got movement.

10:00, 50 yards out.

It's not
your boyfriend --

though it does bear
a striking resemblance.

Oh, when are you gonna get it

through those blonde locks
of yours, Maggie?

Hal Mason
is never coming back.

He is gone,
probably dead.

And you'd be dead, too,
if he had taken you with him.

I tell you,
he did you a fa--

bro, grab some sack time.
I'll take it from here.

Lyle, keep an eye out
for the Masons, will you?

They should be along
any minute.

Yeah, you bet.

Get off me.

I interviewed everybody
that was in the hospital

at the time President Hathaway
was murdered.

Everyone has an alibi...

Except you,
madam President.

Can you account for your
whereabouts at the time of his death?

I was in my quarters.

Can anyone verify that?

My sentry.

He was outside your door,
not in your room.

That's correct, Colonel.

I'm not in the habit
of sleeping with my bodyguards.

What you're telling me is,
you don't have one solid lead.

What I'm telling you,
ma'am,

is that I can account
for everyone except you.

So, you're finally
starting to see things my way.

Still no solid evidence
the President's the mole.

Circumstantial -- that's
all we got, and it's not enough.

Maybe.
I could be wrong.

But if I'm not, we need to be
clear-eyed about this.

She hasn't allowed you
to radio Hathaway's people.

Why?

Now, I say
it's 'cause she doesn't want

any soldiers here
poking around.

And why is that?

She wants to keep us
in the dark.

She's isolating us,
Colonel,

until the time is right,
when, bam, it's lights out.

Damn it.
I wish Tom was here.

Well, he's not,
and he ain't ever gonna be.

I should be out there
looking for them right now.

Yeah, you do that,

who's gonna be out here
looking out for Charleston?

Not me.

No.

We need to thread this needle
ourselves, Colonel.

Whatever this is,
it's just you and me now.

There's nobody else.

You challenged her.
There's a target on your back.

Colonel Weaver.

What is it, Maggie?

Scuttlebutt is,
we'll be leaving any day.

I know you can't
confirm that, but...

I'm betting whatever the target
is, Karen will be there,

and I want you to put me
on the first team in.

The first team is likely to take
the most casualties.

I know that, Colonel.

It's about Hal,
isn't it?

It's about taking that bitch
down once and for all.

Maggie, when and if we go,
you'll be in the rear.

But Colonel --

things could have been
different, Tom.

We want you to know
you only have yourself to blame.

Anne...Lexie.

You murdered them?
I'm sorry, Tom.

You left me no choice.

I'm gonna kill you.

I'm gonna kill you!
I'm gonna kill you!

All right, hold still.
This one's in pretty deep.

Okay. All right.

All right.

All right,
that's the last one.

All right, thank you.

I guess the mole
wanted to make sure

we didn't contact anyone.

You got that right,
Anthony.

I'll be in the infirmary
if you need me.

Thank you, Lourdes.

I better
get back on the line.

Maggie.

If you hadn't
have stopped me,

I would have been there
when that radio blew.

Put me on the first team,
Colonel.

Done.

This residue
looks Espheni-made.

Get it to Dr. Kadar.

He might be
able to identify it.

I want extra people
on every entry point

and every exit down here.

I want
double security details

on the President's quarters,
Volm complex.

And find me another radio.

I liked Anne --
I really did.

I didn't want it
to come to this,

but you
have to understand.

The Overlords have lost
confidence in my methods.

They're quite annoyed
with me.

I had no choice.

I'm gonna kill you.

The defense grid
goes operational

in a matter of minutes,
Tom.

Once it's up, you've lost.

It's hopeless.

Listen to me.

You can save your sons.

You can save
the human race.

You can stop this
needless killing.

Tell me the plan.

Never.

It's starting.

Bring him.

It's looks like
a neon spider web.

More like
bars on a cage.

Listen up!

We all knew this
was gonna happen, and it has.

There's nothing we can do
about it except our jobs,

so stop gawking
and get to them!

Let's go!

Colonel.
Madam President.

Walk with me.
Right.

Anthony thinks
I'm the mole.

You think I'm the mole --
I know that.

I clashed with Hathaway,
Hathaway's dead.

I ordered you not to contact his
people, the radio's destroyed.

You opposed the Volm mission --
suddenly, you're for it.

Well, that's because of
what Cochise said --

if we don't take that grid down,
we're all gonna die.

And you believe him now
without reservation.

I have
plenty of reservations.

The only thing
I'm certain of

is that the Espheni built
that grid, it's not good for us.

So, yes,
I'm backing the mission.

I hope to God
we're not making a mistake.

We all hope that.

Colonel,
if you remove me from office,

if you seize control,
then from that moment on,

Charleston will be ruled
by the gun

and the new United States
will no longer be a democracy.

All these names
hanging from these branches --

what do you suppose these people
gave their lives for?

Colonel, Tom said that
you were his strong right arm

and that
you could be mine.

I hope he was right.

Madam President...

He was.

We're not gonna move on her.
Make sure your people know.

We're going ahead
with the mission?

The tactical details
are "need to know."

Our target --
"need to know."

The President
does not need to know.

That's how we play it.

- You're sure?
- I'm sure.

It's not enough
to win this war, Pope.

We got to be
worthy of winning it.

And by God, we will be.

Charleston!

Charleston!
Anybody there?

Who goes there?

- It's Hal!
- Wait.

What's the password?

I don't know the password,
Lyle.

We've been gone for two weeks.
We're coming in.

Turn that thing off.

You're gonna make them
sniper bait.

Maggie.

Where's Tom?
Where's your dad?

He walked out of Keystone,
he walked back from Michigan.

He'll be back.

Yeah.
Of course he will.

Hi.

Rebecca.

Shh, shh.

Shh.

You are the love of my life,
Tom Mason...

...the father
of my beautiful boys...

...my faithful
and adoring husband.

I love everything
about you...

...about our life together.

I cherish every memory...

...every heated word...

...every murmur of affection
between us.

I want you
to do something for me.

Get up.

Leave.

Don't come back here.
Don't look back.

There's nothing
for you here anymore.

Nothing.

You're here.