All language subtitles for Falling Skies (2011) - S01E04 - Grace (1080p BluRay x265 Celdra)

Keep everyone back.

Never were much to look at.

Oh, to us maybe.

For all we know, this
one's a prime specimen,

the Brad Pitt of Skitter world.

Porter says we have to try to
communicate with this thing.

Figure out how it thinks, we
can figure out how to beat it.

You actually think you'll
figure a way to talk to it?

I get it in a controlled
environment, give it a shot.

A lot depends on what it's
got underneath the hood.

I wouldn't underestimate them.

See the eyes?

It's studying us as much
as we're studying them.

I mean, even if
he wanted to chat,

vocalizations could
extend above or below

the range of human hearing.

I mean, for all we know,

he could be cussing
us out right now.

I can almost guarantee it.

Get that damn thing in the cage!

All right, get that thing
in the cage! Get him in!

Get him in there!

Get him in there!

Yeah.

I remember you, too.

Well, uh, it seems to
have settled for now.

Might want to
keep your distance.

I might.

Time for our
patient's morning fix.

Meet me in the
command post in five.

This bike shop, right?
Anyway, she calls me up.

She's like, "hey, Johnny, you
want a new ride?" I'm like...

Captain.

Pope tells me there's a
motorcycle shop near Somerville.

It's well off the main highway,

so there's a chance
it's not picked clean.

I want you to take
a team, check it out.

Wait, what?

You're sending
me after bikes? No.

My team's ready to get Ben.
Porter gave us permission.

He gave you permission
to rescue one kid.

That kid turned out to be Rick.

Doesn't change what I need to do.
- I understand that.

I also understand that Mike's
son is a work in progress

and Harris is going through
the last of our heavy drugs

on the detox.
- So we'll get more.

Yes, we will.

And it will be a hell of a lot
easier when we have more bikes.

One objective leads to the next.

First the bikes, then
the drugs, then your son.

All right.

So, when do we leave?

You don't.

Pope knows where it is.

He could draw me a map.

If I'm doing this, I'm
doing it with people I trust.

It's your call, but I scored
my last ride from this place.

I know the layout.
I know the streets.

And I can't draw for crap.

We're down one rider
since we lost Karen.

I talk, you listen,
and no weapon.

You go unarmed.

Unarmed? What am I, Canadian?

Good luck. Thank you.

No congestion.

His lungs are completely clear.

I know this is
gonna sound weird,

but are you sure Rick
had cystic fibrosis?

"Five specialists in
three states" sure.

Before the invasion,
he could barely breathe.

I had to put him on a
nebulizer twice a day

just to clear his lungs.

Why?

I'm no expert,

but full remission like
this is extremely rare.

Meaning what?

That... thing that he had
on his back cured him?

I don't know.

When's he gonna wake up?

Dr. Harris said later today.

How is Rick?

We're weaning him off opiates.

24 hours and we should
know if we have him back.

Look, I totally understand if
you're holding back with Mike,

but I really want
to know everything.

So how dangerous is this?

As surgery? Not very.

As long as we have enough
drugs to counteract the harness,

it's basically cutting steel.

I'm sorry you couldn't get Ben.

I know. Mike is torn up
about what happened.

Yeah, well, it's just a
man trying to save his son.

So this morning's
attitude was for Harris.

I noticed he couldn't get
away from you fast enough.

I appreciate your concern
over my state of mind.

I am your doctor.

I, uh...

Harris told me that
he saw my wife die,

and it's hard for me to look
at him and not remember that.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

At least she was with a friend.

Yeah.

Um, I got to go.

Sir, they're back.

You were due back two hours ago.

Recon takes longer
when you're on foot.

The transportation
issue's being addressed.

What's your report?

I saw some harness kids

being led into that
hospital off of Route 2.

Same hospital you saw before?

It looks like they're still
using it as a home base.

And one of your fighter jocks
thought they saw Mason's kid.

Any sign of Karen?

Didn't see her.

Right. Dismissed.

Captain, I don't
mind taking orders,

but I'd appreciate it

if you'd tell your fighters
I'm not the enemy.

You had them keeping
tabs on me, didn't you?

I did.

You were found with Pope.

I was in his vicinity.

I wasn't with him.

If it weren't for me,

you wouldn't have a
second-in-command.

Those convicts
trusted you with a gun.

That whole time
you were with them,

you never thought
about using it before?

Yeah, every second of every day.

On myself at first.

And then on them.

What about now?

I'm just taking it
a day at a time.

- All right?
- Yep.

- We ready?
- Ready.

Dad.

Matt, what are you doing
here? You should be in class.

I ditched when I
heard you were leaving.

I want to come with you.

Sorry, shrimp.

You got to be that tall to ride.

But I mean it. I want to help.

You are helping
by going to class,

keeping an eye on things
while Hal and I are gone.

But I can fight, too.

Some of the other kids are learning
how to load guns, even shoot.

Well, that's the other kids.

- But, Dad...
- Matt, I said no.

We'll be back soon.
Go on. Go back to class.

Scott, will you take him?

Yeah, come on. Come on, Matt.

You're not doing your
boy any favors, you know.

Skitter's come knocking,

the kid should at least have
a chance to defend himself.

If I want any parenting
advice from an ex-con,

I'll ask for it.

You know, Pope's got a point.

Matt deserves a childhood.

One day, when you have
kids, you'll understand.

Me? Kids?

Dream on.

I will.

How much farther?

Half a mile or so.

What the hell you
grinning about?

I'm just enjoying the air.

Didn't mean to piss off
the company gangbanger.

Black man with a gun...
That's your default?

I just call them as I see them.

So, what were you?

Blood? Crips? Slytherin?

Actually, Mr. Pope,

I was part of the
biggest gang in the world.

I was Boston P.D.

Thought I smelled a little ham.

You know what?

You know, you laugh
that up, convict. Okay?

Because one of these days
when we don't need you anymore,

me and you... we're
gonna have a little talk

about my friend Click.

Being awfully quiet.

I got nothing to talk about.

Well, if you want to talk...

Look, Dad, I just got some
things to think about, okay?

But thank you.

This thing with Karen...
It must be rough.

Oh, it's gonna be
rough for a while.

When you see him
like this, like a soldier,

it's easy to forget
that he's only 16.

He's holding it all in.

Well, he's his mother's son.

With me, it was always kind
of like talking to a brick wall,

but Rebecca...

She kind of always
knew the right thing to say.

Yeah.

Time like this,
I miss her a lot.

What do you think she
would have told him?

I don't know, but it
would have been perfect.

Maybe I'm lucky.

I didn't have anyone
when they hit.

I see you worry
about them... Hal, Matt.

Wouldn't want that.

Oh, I worried about them
before the invasion, too.

Trust me... Hal
with a set of car keys

is just as frightening
as a Mech.

Same worries, higher stakes.

Hey, come on,
guys. Let's hurry it up!

Sooner we get those bikes,
sooner we can go after Ben.

W-What are you doing?

Um, saying a prayer
for the missing.

It's just something
I like to do.

You think it helps them?

It helps me.

You don't know
any of these people.

You're not even from Boston.

I heard you talking
to Hal one night

about how you grew
up in Mexico City.

Well, my mom and dad bought
a house here when I was 10,

and my dad would go
back and forth for business

while I went to school.

I was freshman pre-med at
Wellesley when they attacked.

Wellesley's not in Boston.

It's in Wellesley.

Okay, 617 snob, my
parents' house was in J.P.

Is that Boston enough for you?

W-What part of J.P.?

The part where
people lost their faith.

Earth. This planet.

- So, this is your game plan?
- Our planet.

Show it pictures, hope it
says the word in Skitterese?

Our galaxy.

Stars.

Outer space.

Well, you know, if
that doesn't work,

you can try exchanging recipes.

No curiosity, no
fear, no remorse.

Maybe that's why it's so
easy for them to kill us.

Believe what you want.

But I think it's
scared out of its mind.

I wonder what it sees
when it's looking at us.

Are we as hideous to it?

As strange?

Yeah, that's a good question.

I got an idea.

This the radio you
wanted to show me?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I made it out of an
old fallout-shelter survival kit

I found in the basement.

Doesn't need a battery?

No, you just crank up
the handle to power it up.

You could listen to
the Red Sox game.

The other regiments will
be working on their radios.

We need to monitor
the frequencies,

see if they're up and running.

But I don't want it to take you
away from making explosives.

That's what I was thinking,

which is why I brought along
a very capable volunteer.

Come on.

See, all he has to
do is wind the handle

and slowly turn the dial.

He's looking for
something to do.

Right.

Guess what.

I just made you the
communications officer.

Cool.

We need to stay
inside the tree line.

- Pope!
- I knew I smelled something.

Shh.

Skitters.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. Shh, shh.

You'll wake 'em.

So, they fly across the
universe and wipe out mankind

and they sleep like bats.

At least they're sleeping

and not having
Skitter group sex.

I didn't think they slept
during the day at all.

They're not nocturnal.

I'm guessing they
catch a pile of shut-eye

whenever and wherever they can.

Just like soldiers anywhere.

Mechs... north and south.

Active?

Sleep mode.

What the hell are
you waiting for?

- Let's hose 'em!
- As much as I love to kill Skitters,

as soon as we open up on them,

those Mechs are
gonna open up on us.

Engaging them
is not the mission.

Let's go.

They're like fish in a barrel.

Can we get around them?

Stick to the trees,
go past, double back.

Only adds a half mile.

Water?

Are you thirsty?
Want some water?

It's okay.

Get your damn hand out of there.

What are you doing?

I thought we might try to
provoke it with a little visual stimuli.

Hey, chief.

You remember that Skitter
that Pope and his boys killed.

Watch this. Remember this guy?

What was that?

Static.

I know.

It wasn't there a moment ago.

Lock! No!

Want a friend?

Get a dog.

And may we be truly thankful.

In the name of the father,
of the son, the holy spirit.

What?

You're lucky you still
believe in something.

Did I hear right?

Mason and his crew are taking
Pope on this motorcycle raid?

You got a problem with that?

No, I don't. But they will.

This place didn't get
hit like they did down...

Watch out there...

Didn't get hit like
they did downtown,

but the, uh, the cooties...

I tell you, they sure as hell
made their presence known.

Actually, I scored one of
my first rides from this place.

All right, let's
check the tanks.

Probably empty,
but you never know.

- Minegraamor, -
And just the off-roads.

We don't need any
recliners on wheels.

Professor, you have
no sense of style.

Is that the kind of bike
you bought here, Pope?

Oh, I never bought a bike here.

I said I got a bike here.

I sure as hell didn't buy it.

Hell, I didn't even need it.

I was just trying to impress
a lady. It worked, too.

Pretty proud of your
criminal past, aren't you?

I was good at it.

They're all empty.

There's a repair bay back here,

couple of bikes in
pieces, tanks of gas.

All right, take Pope,

see if you can find
another empty gas can

we can fill and
take back with us.

Let's put some
gas in these things,

see if we can start them up.

It's Dai, right? What do
they call you for short?

If there's anything else you
think we could use back there,

grab it.

Well, this is gonna suck.

Karen would have loved this.

What would Karen have loved?

She's no girly girl, at least
not since we knew her,

probably never was, but...

she'd have taken this.

We can leave an I.O.U.

Nah.

We're not giving up on her.

Oh, I know.

I just... can't help think
about what's happened.

Well, I don't think Karen would
want you to blame yourself.

She's a high-school senior, Dad.

She's not a soldier.

She should have never
even been put in that situation.

Well, we all wish that
had gone differently.

Listen, Karen knew
how dangerous it was,

and she came anyway

because she knew how much
getting Ben back means to us.

So, that's it?

We should move on?

I think...

your mom might have said to...

hold on to the memory
and let the rest of it come.

Actually, she would
have said "suck it up."

Really?

And I'm sorry,

but if that was your
attempt at parental advice,

that was pretty lame.

She was always
better at that than me.

Yeah, she was.

Come on.

Let's go see if we can help
Anthony with those bikes.

You can't cut into it.

It's a living creature.

It's a Skitter. It's
not a human being.

At most, it's vivisection.

You can't tell me you got
a problem with vivisection

or you never would have
made it through med school.

Our job is to
communicate with it,

not just make it scream.

How's Pumpkinhead
doing with his ABCs?

If there's a way that we
can figure out what it wants

and learn about our enemy...

We know what it wants.
It wants to exterminate us!

Look, they killed my family.

I would like nothing more

than to take an ax and
cut that thing's head off.

But Porter's orders were clear.

We need to attempt
communication.

I believe he's right.

That's a very noble
speech. That's very noble.

But it's my call.

I'm not gonna be
second-guessed by a pediatrician.

Ricky?

Ricky?

Who are you?

It's me. It's Dad.

Who are you?

I'm...

I'm your father.

Father?

Father.

So...

that boy in there...
He's my son.

He's everything to me,

the only thing
that kept me going.

And when he woke up
just now, he didn't know me.

But he's here,

and he's healthy,

probably because of the
harness you put on him.

That's why you get this chance

to live or not.

Hi.

Hey, Annie.

You guys hungry?

Is something wrong?

You usually only seek me out

when you need advice
on a personal problem.

- I've been busy.
- You've been hiding.

Annie, sweetheart,
you can keep pretending

that everything's all right,

but after what
you've been through...

You're alive right now

because they want to know

if you're capable of
communicating with us.

I want you to talk to me.

Explain yourself.

We're gonna start simple.

All you got to do is
point one of your fingers

at any picture here
and make a sound.

How did you find our planet?

What made you
decide to attack us?

So, maybe you
didn't understand me.

Or you need some motivation.

I didn't... I didn't touch it.

It's nice to hear static again.

Yeah, we've been hearing these
short bursts every now and then,

but... this low wash just...

Just happened a minute ago.

What's causing it?

I haven't the faintest idea.

I'm not gonna shoot you.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Point at a picture
and make a sound.

Don't you look at my son!

You look at the pictures
and make a sound.

Point and speak.

I said speak!

I was just trying
to make it talk.

By sticking a gun in its mouth?

Our Skitter's breathing
and heart seem fine.

So why'd it just collapse?

Uh, well, in dissections,
I found a nerve bundle

located just above
the soft palate.

Could be a pressure point.

There's no bone to separate
the brain from the soft palate,

so you probably
gave it a concussion.

You knocked it out.
- So, it's vulnerable.

Well, yeah, I suppose,

but if you're close enough
to put a gun in its mouth,

I suggest pulling the trigger.

So, this just happened
five minutes ago?

You wanted to see me?

Dr. Glass wants to go in for a
treasure hunt inside the Skitter's skull.

Why? Is this the Skitter
that Mike attacked in the lab?

No. This is the one that
Pope and his boys shot.

We're gonna open him up.

I-I'm not sure I follow.

Tell Dr. Harris how you heard

those loud bursts of
static on your radio.

Okay, well, there was,
uh, one right around lunch.

I remember them
banging the pans.

Which is the same time
you brought this one in

to provoke the one next door.

Yeah, and the second burst...

mm... well, you were with me.

Yeah, it's the same time Mike was
sticking a gun in the Skitter's mouth.

She thinks the
static may be caused

by the Skitter's reaction.

You're not saying
that the Skitters

have radios in their heads?

Oh, yeah, that's exactly
what she's saying.

So what should I
be looking for here?

Tubes? Transistors?

Subwoofer? No?

Oh-ho-ho-ho!

Well, there's one.

All right, let's see what
else we can get started.

This thing's drier than
a nun in west Texas.

You got all there is? Let's go.

What happened?

I don't know. Guess
he clocked me.

Great. No wonder he wanted
to help us with the motorcycles.

He was planning on
bolting the whole time.

One less mouth to feed.

- You all right?
- Yeah, I think so.

Rise and shine.

That wasn't good.

What is that? TOM: It
looks like Pope's work.

That's gonna draw
some attention.

Find anything?

The corpse is too old.

It was mush in there.

Oh, well, there's
your proof right there.

Of what?

What? That the Skitter
and the static are unrelated.

It's not being provoked.
We're all in here.

It's alone.

I mean, unless it's out
there hanging itself right now.

Ricky's in there.

Ricky. Rick.

Ricky! Ricky!

No, no, no, no! Get back!
Hold him, hold him, hold him!

Get that thing off of him!

What do you want from us?

You want to hurt me.

We just want to
know why you're here.

What the hell does
he think he's doing?

He thinks he's
talking to the Skitter.

So, what do you want?

Let me go.

No, I can't do that.

This child is one of ours.

Not anymore. We
cut off his harness.

- Then I'll be punished.
- We're gonna help you.

- Help me?
- We're gonna help you, Ricky.

Shut up. He's not your son.

How can we help you?

Kill me.

Stop it, stop it!

Ricky.

He put the harness on.

He wanted to wear it.

How could he do that to himself?

- Did you find Pope?
- Only what he left behind.

He blew up that Skitter nest.

Where's your bike?

I ditched it after I saw
what's coming up the road.

Kids, harness kids,
heading our way.

Oh, man.

- What do we do, Dad?
- Hold your fire!

There must be a Skitter nearby,

guiding them,
giving them orders.

- Aah!
- Come on, come on!

- You okay?
- I've been better.

What are we gonna do?

I don't know.

I know it's horrible...
And I hate it, but...

No!

Look, man, we got
to defend ourselves.

We're not shooting kids!

Look for the Skitter
controlling them.

If we stop it, maybe
we can stop them.

They move together.

They seem to only shoot
when there's a target.

You all right? Still with me?
- Oh, yeah.

I think we found your Skitter.

What about those kids?

Next time.

Skitters have Mechs,
superior weaponry.

Why do they need
to arm children?

Human shield.

We've been doing it
for thousands of years...

Psychological warfare.

It worked.

You couldn't shoot them.
No one would be able to.

Well, we'll figure it out.

There's a silver lining.

I'm not seeing it.

Well, the more that
we get to know them,

the more we see they're
not so different from us,

which means we
can understand them,

which means we might
be able to gain them back.

We figure out how, we got
a good shot at beating them.

We're a long way
from figuring that out.

We know a hell of a lot more about
them today than we did yesterday.

You know, your optimism's

starting to get
a little annoying.

Would it help if I
was a pessimist?

Hey, Captain, tomorrow,

I'm gonna start looking
for the drugs we need

for those operations, and
then I'm gonna go get Ben

and as many kids as I can grab.

Permission granted.

If mine were still out there,

nothing on this earth could
keep me from going after them.

I didn't know
you still had this.

It's the last one, right?

"Deathly Hallows." Yes.

We were halfway through it
when the attack happened.

I figured I'd hang on to it.

We could finish it
when we get him back.

He was a huge fan.

He came to me one time and told
me he wished he was nearsighted

so that he could have
glasses like Harry.

Yeah.

I think we both knew that
he was getting a bit old

for his dad to be
reading him stories.

We made an exception for Harry.

Think he'll be all right
when we get him back?

Yeah, I do.

Hey, Dad...

I have a feeling

that Ben might be
a little different now.

I mean, you've seen him.

Well, I've seen him
with a harness on.

I mean, you heard
what Harris said.

They're pumping drugs and God
knows what else into those kids.

Yeah, yeah.

After we get it off of
him, I'm sure he's gonna...

I-I hope so.

But when he took Karen,

he was staring at me, and it
wasn't our Ben staring back.

Dad.

I know my son.

He's stronger than you think.

He's gonna be fine.

Don't forget to eat, huh?

The good news is

the radio transmissions
aren't very strong.

Otherwise, our Skitter would
have signaled his friends,

and they would have
attacked us already.

That is good news.

Aside from that, just a
quiet day at the shop, huh?

Yeah, other than that.

Oh, Matt got a job.

A job?

Uncle Scott's assistant.

That's perfect.

He's been needing
something to do.

I know.

He really misses you
when you're not here.

We all do.

Dinnertime.

What are you doing?

Right now? I'm starving.

Don't you dare put
weight on that leg.

Unh-unh-unh. I'm
gonna get you a crutch.

I'll meet up with you later.

Okay.

What are you thinking?

Hey, I hear you're
scouting pharmacies.

Word travels fast.

Well, everything within a
20-mile radius is picked clean.

Then I'll go 30.

There's, uh, there's
another option.

Hey, Dad, check this out.

Is that real bread?

I haven't tasted
fresh-baked bread in months.

Yeah, it's a farewell
gift from Pope.

He's a liar and a deserter,
but the son of a bitch can cook.

Come on. Dad.

It smells good. Hey,
I heard you got a job.

Dear God, we thank
you for this meal

and for this safe
place we live in.

We know not everyone is
as lucky as we are tonight.

Really think we're lucky?

Yeah, I think we
can still appreciate

what we have in
our life, even now.

I'm thankful for the motorcycles

and the chance we have

of bringing back
the people we love.

And I'm grateful
we found each other

so we don't have to go
through these times alone.

Well, I'm grateful
for this bread,

even if it did come from Pope.

How about it, Dai? Worth
a trip to the chow line?

Yeah, it was.

Dai is high as a freaking kite.

He is loving this bread.

Dai speaks about himself
in the third person now?

Yes, Dai does.

Did you get some of
that bread, Captain?

I will.

Oh, hey.

Not bad.

You should say something again.

Heavenly father, for
everything you've given us

and especially for our
connection to each other...

may we be truly thankful.

In the name of the
father, of the son,

and of the holy spirit, amen.

Amen.

Amen.