All language subtitles for Falling Skies S03E04 At All Costsa

Team five, I need you covering
the north entrance, over.

Sniper three, top. Advise, over.

Status, General?

They're throwing everything
they can think of at us,

but we're holding our own.

What the hell is she doing here?

I asked for her.

The least you could
do is cut me loose,

let a soldier fend for herself.

What would be the
point of that, Lieutenant?

I'd just as soon not end up in a

pile of rubble with
the rest of you.

Wouldn't be so sure that's
going to happen, Lieutenant.

I've seen what the
aliens can do, sir.

O.P. Charlie reporting
inbound Beamers 30 clicks out.

But you haven't seen what we
can do. Are the Volm mobilized?

Yes, sir. They're ready.

Anthony, let's escort
our guest topside.

What do you mean?

You're about to witness
a miracle, Lieutenant.

Let's see.

Oh, my God. What
the hell are you doing?

Watch!

I... I don't understand that.

How...

The how, I'm afraid,

does not yield a simple
answer... even for me.

Dude, they are totally freaked.

You see them?

They ran like little girls.

My dad says that
without the Mechs,

Skitters are nothing
but just slimy cowards.

- Yep.
- Yeah.

You know, it would be
awesome to have six legs.

Ew!

You are beyond weird, Markley.

I'm just saying, it
would be awesome

to climb up walls and jump
over buildings and stuff.

Okay, just stop.

Lyle: I owe you big time, bro.

If you hadn't have
smoked that Mech,

I'd be lying right next
to them poor dudes.

You know I got you.

It's true. You saved his life.

And mine.

And a whole mess of others.

Hey, I'm just doing

what either one of you
guys would have done.

Well, listen to him, would you?

It doesn't make
any sense, really.

You know why can't win,
why walk into a punch?

Weaver: We'll put a team together,
have them walk the perimeter,

make sure those bastards
didn't slip any crawlies

through the back door.

Or worse.

I hope not. I'm still
having nightmares

about those damn things.

Hey, Dad.

You okay?

Yeah, no, it's just
a couple dings.

Um... Listen, I need to
talk to you about something.

Okay.

We should probably
wait till later.

Can you come by my office?

I got a debriefing and
family notifications.

Absolutely.

We'll drop by later tonight.

I'll have an aide
come by your room?

Hey, great job out there.

I'm proud of you.

Thanks. Thanks, Dad.

What the hell are you doing?

Stopping you from
doing something stupid.

Maggie, I got to tell him.

Then we'll talk to him when
he's alone in his office tonight.

If I'm meeting Karen,

- if I'm the spy, if I'm the...
- You're not.

All right?

After seeing you
in this firefight,

it just doesn't add up.

Calm down,

and we'll talk to your
father tonight, all right?

Hey.

I promise this is not
going to hurt, baby girl.

I just need a little swab.

Hey. You need
help with anything?

No, I'm good.

You're not low on formula or...

Really, I'm fine.

Okay.

- All right.
- Mm.

What am I thinking?

Oh.

I love you, Lexie.

Alexis: I love you too, mommy.

Who are you?

Oh, boy.

Whoa.

Cyrus Ruskin.

Oh.

Cyrus? Really?

Afraid so.

He was with the Second
Mass from the beginning.

Yeah. I know it.

Tough fighter. Hell of a loss.

He left two girls.

Lost their mother,
Marjorie, in Fitchburg.

Cyrus took it hard.

To Cyrus.

To Cyrus.

Come in.

Sorry, Professor,

but she was pitching a fit
until I brought her to you.

What can I do for
you, Lieutenant?

It's been a long couple days.

Did you know, sir, that
you killed 23 Skitters,

eight Mechs, and who
knows how many Beamers?

Seventeen actually.

That's one of the advantages
of having the Volm as an ally.

I owe you an apology, sir.

You owe a hell of a lot
more than that, soldier.

Yes, I know, and I'm sorry.

But still, President Hathaway,

he needs to know
what you have here.

All right, let's
suppose for a second

that you're telling the truth

and no one more
than me hopes you are.

How do we do that?

Do you have a shortwave radio?

Nine-point-nine megahertz.

- Whenever you're ready.
- Thanks.

Keystone, Kingfish One.

Authentication follows:
Juliet, Alpha, Golf, Foxtrot.

Request Big Dog, over.

Katherine: Keystone,
Kingfish One.

Authentication follows:
Juliet, Alpha, Golf, Foxtrot.

Request Big Dog, over.

Man: Kingfish One, Keystone.

Roger authenticate.
This is Big Dog.

Go ahead.

Hello, Mr. President.

It's good to hear your voice.

Mr. President,
are you still there?

Hathaway: Yes, Professor Mason.

A Skitter rebellion,
alien allies, it's just

a lot to take in.

I can imagine, sir.

Hathaway: Unfortunately, I
see no way to provide verification

other than a good,
old-fashioned face-to-face.

Is there any way you
could organize that ASAP?

Oh, I think we could
arrange that, sir.

Hathaway: Lieutenant Fisher.

Yes, sir.

Hathaway: We'll
meet at Keystone.

Copy that.

Hathaway: Lieutenant Fisher
will give you those coordinates

at the proper time.

Big Dog out.

Lourdes: You're harnesses
were removed externally,

which left the
internal nucleus intact.

Now, we think these
stringy fibers here

extending out to your spikes

are constantly being
regenerated by the nucleus,

and the Volm de-harnessing
machine allows us

to extract the fibers,
and uproot the nucleus

without affecting

the spinal cord or
the nervous system.

Ben: It's like pulling a
radish out of the ground.

Yeah, if you want
to think of it like that.

So, um, I'll need
my inhaler again?

Yes. Unfortunately, yeah.

I'll need my glasses?

Lourdes: If you wore
them before, yes.

Guys, I know this is scary,

but you need to
understand something.

Your spikes give you
amazing strength and agility,

but we don't know yet

what the long-term implications
are of living with them.

We know it puts stress
on your skeletal muscles,

and we suspect that it
interrupts stem-cell production,

which, if true, could
shorten your life-span.

How significantly,
we don't know.

Well, it's not like
normal life-span's that

long these days anyway.

If you're not ready for this...

Come on, Ben.

It's going to be so much better.

Won't it?

I... I think so.

Come on.

Yeah. Yeah. You
know, I'm... I'm in.

Okay.

Let me get this straight.

The so-called government
of Charleston, S.C.,

is commandeering
my personal property

for unknown reasons for
an unknown length of time.

Is that it?

Pretty much, yes.

Well, that has the
sickening ring of tyranny,

don't you think?

A good citizen
would have gladly told

his government representatives
that he had an aircraft,

and then willingly
made it available.

That airplane is
my ticket out of here

when everything goes to
hell, as it most certainly will.

You don't even know
how to fly the plane, Pope.

- I'm reading a book.
- Bressler: I'm twin-engine rated,

so I'll pilot your
precious aircraft,

and make sure
nothing happens to it.

Your damn right
because I'm going with.

The hell you are.

This is a classified mission.

And that is a vintage
1935 Beechcraft.

Finders keepers.

Listen, gentlemen,
either I am on that plane,

or there will be no plane.

You want to come along, Pope?

Be my guest.

We leave in two hours.

Gentlemen.

Well, you and Marina have
got the reins while I'm gone.

I'll call in as soon as I
know everything's okay.

We'll have somebody
on frequency full time.

And now I got to
ask the hard question.

Are we sure that this is a
good idea, you going there now?

It's a personal request from

the President of
the United States.

It's kind of a hard
thing to ignore.

That's just it.

We just got finished
fighting off the fish heads.

We're building the
supposed Volm weapon.

I mean, how are you
going to this summit meeting

or whatever it is... how is it
going to help us here now?

Think about what
it's going to mean

to the people of Charleston

to find out President
Hathaway is still alive.

Yeah.

I get you.

Not sure I like the
idea, but I get you.

Marina said she'll
dribble out your paperwork

over the next few days,

make it seem like
you're still here,

throw the spy off the scent.

It looks like somebody
already got the word.

This is supposed to
be a secret mission.

You should know by now
you can't keep secrets from me.

Seriously, are we okay?

Seriously, yes.

We do need to talk
when you get back.

Okay.

I'll come back soon.

W... what?

Nothing.

Oh, here.

Lourdes packed you a med pack.

Just in case.

I love you.

No matter what, I love you.

I love you, too.

Kiss our baby girl for me,
and keep an eye on the boys.

Always.

Whoa!

No, no, no, no.

Nobody said anything
about a bubblehead,

and a damn murderer.

Must have slipped my mind.

Man, this deal's
getting worse and worse.

Is everything all
right, Cochise?

I... it is simply...

A... are you certain
this aircraft is...

Safe?

I was going to say,
"Capable of flight."

I believe General Bressler
wouldn't let us take off

if he wasn't confident
in its airworthiness.

After you.

You take care, Tom.

I promise.

Good luck, then.

- Ben: There are some things I'll miss.
- Denny: Like?

Ben: Uh...

All the stuff I can do now
that I couldn't do before.

Like?

Being somebody
my dad depends on.

Being better than
my older brother.

Being needed.

I like that I can lift
cars. I'll miss that.

Yeah. It's always
a good party trick.

But it'll be nice being
normal again, won't it?

Yeah, it's...

No more buzzing
inside our heads.

No more staying up for days.

No more Skitter-vision.

No more translating for them
at all. No more connection.

We won't be freaks anymore.

No.

And we'll have none of the
problems of being needed.

Kadar: Oh. Wait a
minute. Inversion.

If it's inverted. Of course.
What was I thinking?

Anne: Dr. Kadar?

I'm sorry to disturb you.

I'm Dr. Anne Glass.

I run the infirmary
here in Charleston,

and I need your help.

There was a time... a glorious,

halcyon time when no one
bothered me down here.

Not a soul.

Now it's like Grand
Central Station.

You may have heard
the Volm built a device

that allows us to
remove the harnesses

from the children who were
enslaved by the Espheni?

And it works?

After you remove the harnesses,

they're able to return
to normalcy with

no residual effects?

Well, that's what we're
trying to figure out.

We'd like to know

if the harnesses cause
any chromosomal mutations.

DNA tests should be able
to give you an answer to that.

If we had the
equipment to run one.

And you're here to see if I
can devise such a test for you.

Could you?

If you get me these supplies,

and the tissue
samples, I'll run the tests.

Well, uh, I'll leave
you to your work.

Thank you, Dr. Kadar.

Anne Glass.

- You're with Tom Mason.
- Yeah, that's right.

You just had a child.

Alexis.

Alexis.

The eyes of a
newborn baby are just...

They're portals to wonder
and truth, aren't they?

Yeah, I suppose.

It's... It's...
Innocence. It's...

They're so innocent.

Hmm.

What you doing, suckerfish?

Uh, nervous eating.

"Stressed" spelled
backwards is "desserts."

Scared about the de-spiking?

Yeah.

Probably sounds crazy, but

I've kind of gotten
used to them.

- I thought you hated them.
- I do.

I... I do. I just...

As bad as they are,
and as wrong as they are,

they let me do good things,
you know what I mean?

So keep them.

Those who mind don't matter,
and those who matter don't mind.

What's that, Dr. Seuss?

Bernard Baruch, one
of F.D.R.'s advisors.

He was giving advice

on seating arrangements
at a dinner party.

Dad tell you that one?

Only like 30 times.

You think that's how
dad got girls in college?

Instead of playing the guitar,

he'd just tell weird,
historical anecdotes?

I think that's how dad
didn't get girls in college.

Probably true.

Man: Let's see hands!

Weapons down!

Secure his weapon!

General Donovan.

Lieutenant Fisher.

Cole Bressler. Am I correct?

You are, sir.

Good to see you still
commanding, General.

Such as it is, yes.

And you are Professor Mason?

I'm Tom Mason, yes, sir.

Actually, sir, we have
one more on board.

What the hell are you
thinking, Lieutenant?!

Yes, sir.

Bring an alien within 10
meters of the President?!

Sir, this alien is
actually an ally.

He's here to explain his
mission to the President.

That's enough, Professor.

Secure this creature.

Hold on. Hold on.

Just wait. Wait one
second. Wait, wait. Oh!

Katherine: These are
allies. They're here to help.

Stand down, General Donovan.

- Mr. President, I really...
- My apologies,

Professor Mason.

But times being
what they are and all,

I hope you understand it.

You neglected to mention

that you were going to be
accompanied, Professor.

Yes, sir, for security
purposes only,

not knowing if our transmissions
were being monitored.

Cochise: Hello.

I am Chichauk Il'sichninch
Cha'tichol of the Volm.

- We call him Cochise...
- Man: President, we got one more.

Uh, sorry. Sorry about that.

That's John Pope...
our... mechanic.

Yeah, I got to...

check our fuel line there.

So if it's just the
same with you,

I'd like to stay with the plane.

I doubt I've got a
whole hell of a lot

to contribute to
the conversation.

Assign a small detail
to keep an eye on him.

Professor Mason,
General Bressler,

after you, please.

General Donovan, proceed.

Uh, Mr. President.

Do I really need
to explain to you

that taking any kind of chance

with any type of alien
being is just not prudent?

- I understand, Mr. Pre...
- Now, please,

let's go inside and talk.

I really don't think
you understand, sir.

Cochise: Professor.

I will be all right.

Talk with your President.

Man: Go!

Rubbing alcohol.

Dish detergent, salt...
that's everything I need.

Here are the tissue samples

from 12 kids who had
their harnesses removed.

Okay.

How are they doing... the kids?

Each one of them
have varying degrees

of post-traumatic stress,
but most are adjusting.

We've placed them with
families, they're going to school...

resuming their lives
as best they can.

It must be... rewarding
working with children.

That's why I became
a pediatrician.

Although, it wasn't till I had
my first that I realized what

it meant to be a parent.

You had a child
before the invasion?

A boy... Sammy.

Is he...

A piece of shrapnel
from a Mech missile

went through his right
temple. He bled out in my arms.

There's nothing worse than
the silence right af... after...

It was a mistake.

I'm sorry.

I don't want to talk.

I'll have these
results for you tonight.

Bye.

Hathaway: We've
spent the last year

trying to establish a
communications network

with as many of the
surviving resistance groups

as our scouting
parties could find.

It's been our whole focus,
and it hasn't been easy.

In fact, it's been
damn near impossible.

Still, in all, a system
has been put into place.

Information does travel.

It's not Federal Express.

It's... more like
the pony express,

but it's up and running,

and I'm not willing
to put that at risk.

My guess is that
every resistance group

you've contacted has said
basically the same thing...

that conventional engagement
has proven ineffective,

guerilla tactics slightly
more successful,

but at too great a cost.

You're absolutely right.

That's why I'm... a little
more than interested

in what your Volm
ally has to offer.

And Lieutenant Fisher
was certainly impressed

with the way their weapons
helped you crush that attack.

- But you're not convinced?
- No, I'm not convinced.

Give me a reason to
believe you, Professor?

This isn't some
academic exercise here.

The survival of the entire
human race is at stake.

Tom: I'm well
aware of that, sir.

And believe me, any vestiges
of my former, academic naiveté

have been wiped away
by the last two years.

My reasons for
trusting the Volm are

simple but practical...
we need them.

For the last seven months,

we've fought side-by-side
with Cochise and his soldiers,

and we've expanded
our perimeter.

We've defended it
against repeated attacks.

But moreover, sir...

We've caused real hurt.

These are real,
tangible results.

I trust our ally
because in my gut,

I believe that with
their knowledge

of the enemy and their
weaponry, we can win this war.

Donovan: Then what?

What plans do the Volm
have for us after the war?

They have no plan for us.

And you expect us to
take your word on that?

Tom: No.

His. That's why I brought him.

I'm sorry about all this.

It is to be expected.

Professor Mason has told me a...

good deal about you...

how the Volm have

fought the Espheni...
halfway across the universe

liberating one
planet after another.

And you have questions.

Just one actually.

What are you fighting them for?

Resources, territory?

A flower... the Catarius.

It blooms on my homeland
when the weather begins to warm.

A flower that is... so valuable

that it's caused an
intergalactic war?

The Catarius has no
value to anyone except me.

Something you remember
from your childhood?

Actually, I have never seen it.

Just as I have never held

the warm soil of my
homeland in my hands.

Like the rest of my comrades,
I was born on the ships

that set out from our world
hundreds of years ago.

All I know of the Catarius
is an image in a data file,

and through a poem
my brother read to me

when I was young.

You never told me
that you had a brother.

He...

He is deceased.

On a planet orbiting

one of those spots
of light up there...

a most weary, un-bright cinder

far from the home I
have never known.

He was born to
war, grew up in it,

and it eventually claimed him.

He died for a
world he never saw.

Be thankful

that you fight on the soil of
your homeland, gentlemen.

That is a gift.

I will never see my home.

But if we win this war,

my children's
children may one day...

gaze upon a real Catarius.

That is what I am
fighting for, Mr. President.

Congratulations, Professor.

I think you just
made it to round two.

Ben: The thing
is... with my spikes,

I can do things, you
know, good things.

I look at...

other kids in mess hall, in
school or whatever, and...

I can do stuff they
can't, you know? We're...

We're part of the
solution to this whole mess

because of our spikes.

And... yeah, maybe
that means we're freaks,

but it's worth something.
It's worth the sacrifice.

Isn't it?

Even if it means you
only live to be 20?

You know... It's okay
if you still want to do it.

I know.

I'll like you with glasses.

Liar.

- Hi, Colonel.
- Hal.

Hey, is it true my
dad left Charleston?

Where did he go?

Can you at least tell me
when he's coming back?

A couple of days... probably.

Something wrong, Hal?

Can I help?

Ah, it's fine.

It's fine. Um...

I'm just going to wait till my
dad gets back. It's all good.

Evil Hal: Now, is
that the best you got?

Now, we both know

why you didn't tell
Weaver the truth, don't we?

And why you let
Maggie talk you out of

spilling your guts
to your father.

I'm going to tell
my dad everything.

Mm, nope, I don't think so.

In fact, I'm willing to
bet you never tell him.

This isn't real.

Karen put some
sort of implant in me.

And this is a hallucination.

Oh, so, we're back
to that excuse?

It's the truth.

Then what about all the
rendezvous with Karen?

They're dreams.

Dreams?

Oh.

Come on.

You know those weren't dreams.

So, you go to the
woods to meet Karen...

Because you love her.

Because you want her.

And you just can't
stop thinking about her.

No.

And that's why you're going
to go right on lying to Maggie,

and your father
and your brothers.

And it'll be easy.

They want to believe your lies.

They can't face the truth...

any more than you can.

No!

Evil Hal: Oh, Hal.

You seem stressed.

I'll tell you what...

how about I take
over for a little while,

give you a break?

I don't like it, Tom.

I didn't think you would.

But this is the
right thing to do.

Tom: The President
needs me and Cochise

to present the Volm's
position to the people.

Whatever's going on,

I've learned the hard
way that to argue with you

after you've made up your
mind is a waste of time.

That's true.

Listen, I'm not sure
when I'm going to be back,

so tell Anne and the boys that

I love them and I'll see
them as soon as I can.

You can tell her
yourself. She just came in.

You speak there.

Tom?

Anne: Can you hear me, Tom?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.

So, you heard that?

Yeah.

And you understand?

No, not really, but I know

you have to do what
you believe is right.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

I know.

Tom: Kiss Alexis for me, and...

Everything's
going to be all right.

You got to believe that.

Anne: I do.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Tom, we'll be monitoring 24/7.

Keep us posted, okay?

Tom: Of course.

Last lonely eagle out.

Tector: Well, what do
you say we hit the nest?

Lyle: No argument here, brother.

Hey.

Hey.

Walk with me?

Sure.

So, I thought about
what you were saying.

I think you're right.

Those dreams, they're...

They're dreams.

All right.

So, what do we tell your father?

Um... I don't know.

What if we just don't
tell him anything?

- You sure?
- Yeah.

There's no point in making
him worry about something else.

- Especially if it's not real.
- Yeah.

Thank you.

For what?

Believing in me.

Putting up with all my
insane, neurotic crap.

I told you I could
take anything...

As long as you're
honest with me.

Kadar: In 11 of these samples,
there are no abnormalities.

All 100 percent human.

It's nothing short
of miraculous.

I'd love the
opportunity to examine

that de-harnessing machine.

Of course. Anytime.

Sample number
five is an anomaly.

It's strands of
something... alien DNA

or who knows what...
intertwined with the human DNA.

It's like a parasitic
jungle vine

wrapped around a tree,
and slowly strangling it.

What can you tell
me about this child?

What's wrong?

Oh, my God. It's true.

This sample... Is
from your daughter.

How is that possible?

I don't know.

We have to tell Tom
about the test results.

He's not here.

He's away on a mission.

Kadar: Well, we
have to tell someone.

Dr. Glass... You must know
that what I'm saying is true.

After all that's happened,

we can't take the chance that

your daughter is... Not human.

You're right.

Absolutely.

Okay.

We'll just get the sample.

They'll have to see
it for themselves.

Oh... God.

That was worth waiting for.

Mmm.

- Maggie.
- Yeah?

I love you so much.

I love you, too.

Uh, where's Denny?

Haven't seen her.

Denny: Hey, dork.

I thought you were in surgery.

No. I changed my mind.

What are you doing here?

I, um... I came
to give you these,

but... I guess you
won't be needing them.

I guess not.

Oh, yeah.

Hey.

Hey. Where have you been?

Is it late?

I had a couple house
calls, and I went for a walk.

I must have lost track of time.

Yeah, no, I was just worried.

How was your day?

Mm, it was tough.

I had several extractions
of spiked kids today,

and I'm still a little shaky
on the Volm machine,

so it took longer
than it should.

I'm sure you'll
get the hang of it.

Well, sure, just...
well, maybe you could

go over a few things
with me, you know?

Of course. Anytime.

Hey, do you want to
help me finish this off?

I've had it for so long. I'm
afraid it's going to go bad.

Sure. Yeah.

To... good friends.

Good friends.

I'm, uh... I'm sorry I've been

such a handful these
last couple of weeks.

It's just... everything
with the baby has been

really overwhelming.

Yeah, of course it's been.

I'm sorry.

It's, um...

It's okay.

Oh, God.

We got to go, Lexie.

You see those three
stars right there?

That's called the
summer triangle.

That's Vega, Deneb, and Altair.

See the kind of faded one
in the center of the triangle?

Wait a minute.

Oh. There it is.

It's Albireo. It's a
binary star system.

You see how one of
them's kind of orange

and the other one's blue?

- The blue one's hotter.
- Exactly.

I wonder which
one they came from.

Well, it doesn't matter.
They're here now.

Hathaway: I'll get
you home, Tom.

I don't know when,
but I will get you home.

I understand the sacrifice
I'm asking you to make.

To be honest,

it's not one I'm even
sure I could make myself.

We have a chance... now...
to make the world work again,

and we have to do it.

If we survive.

And I believe that the
Volm are offering us

our only viable option
to retake the planet.

So, they have a strategy?

They've got a working strategy,

and they've got the
weaponry to back it up.

Can you be more specific?

I'd prefer that Cochise
filled you in on the details.

But suffice to say,
if we're successful,

we could take down the
entire Espheni war machine.

Sir.

Advance scouts just reported

enemy aircraft inbound
headed straight for us.

I don't understand.
How did they find us?

An excellent question,
sir, but we have to

- get you out of here now.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

If not you, then who?!

We don't have time
for this now. Come on.

Come, Professor. Come.

Here are the coordinates,

but follow in close
formation just in case.

Roger that.

No, no, no!

Cochise is coming with us!

There's no time to argue
this! Get in your plane now!

We have to go now, Professor!

No matter what,
we have to go now!

Come on!

- Aah!
- Hello Doctor Glass.

Hello, Alexis.

No.

No.

You can't have her.

No.

It's okay, Anne.

Everything's going to be fine.

Tom: General!

Damn.

Hang on!

No!

We got to land! We
got to make sure!

Impossible, Professor.

We got a Beamer
right on our tail!

There's no way we're
going to outrun that thing.

We got to get this
plane down now!

Strap yourself
in, you damn fool!

Professor!

Tom: Fireball coming
right toward us!

Hang on!

Looks like we're
walking from here!