All language subtitles for Falling Skies (2011) - S02E09 - The Price of Greatness (1080p BluRay x265 Celdra)

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

Last we heard, your
unit was taking heavy fire.

Mechs tore the hell out of us.

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

All we could do was
patch up the wounded...

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

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

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

This place was under
construction when they hit the city.

Everything topside was destroyed.
Everything down below survived.

Oh, my God.

The hell they staring at?

Second Mass, welcome!

Looks like your reputation
precedes you, folks.

Welcome to Charleston.

Happy to have you!

Ham, sir? MAN 2: No.

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

Quite a spread.

Dad?

- Dad! WEAVER:
Jeanne! Oh, Jeanne.

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

Yeah.

It's all right. It's all right.

They found survivors from the 2nd Mass.
I was scared you wouldn't be with them.

- You can't get rid of me that easy.
- Ha, ha.

Hey. Hey, how did you get
here? Where's your boyfriend?

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

- Don't disappear on me again, okay?
- Okay.

Charleston Arbor.

Must have been building some
kind of crazy underground mall.

They even rigged up
some running water.

Pray to God that means showers.

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

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

Trust me. I have
no intentions...

on making Mayberry
my permanent residence.

- This way!
- Look at all these kids.

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

I'd be surprised if they didn't.

Go ahead. Check it out.
Just stay close, okay?

Okay.

Fresh bread, green beans, corn.

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

I see you passed on
the brussels sprouts.

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

Tom Mason!

Boston College, Maloney
Hall, second row, left...

and always an aisle seat.

- Just in case I had to sneak out early.
- As I recall, you never dared. Tom.

- Um, Anne, this is Arthur Manchester.
- Hello.

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

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

I hope our people
are treating you well.

To be honest, I'm overwhelmed.

Arthur also wrote From
Darkness, Democracy...

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

They're clearly lessons
you're putting into practice.

The New United States of
America, in which you are...?

Majority leader. President
felt presumptuous.

We're still very much
a work in progress.

You know I've got
a million questions.

And I'm eager to hear about your
encounter with this overlord creature.

We're gonna have time to talk.

I'm betting your people haven't
seen a bed in quite a while.

Or hot food, clean clothes.

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

Names of everybody in the 2nd
Mass, along with their assignments.

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

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

Charleston could
use a man like you.

Gents, General Bressler.

General, Captain Daniel Weaver,
2nd Massachusetts, reporting.

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

At ease, gentlemen.

Porter's told me a lot about your unit.
Congratulations on making it through.

- I'd say you've earned this.
- Appreciate that, sir.

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

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

- We can always find a place for more, hmm?
- If I may.

Go right ahead, captain.

Second Mass executed ambushes...

against the aliens in
Connecticut, Richmond.

And we've been tracking enemy
activity all the way down the line.

Here in Concord,
even in Florence.

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

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

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

Colonel Porter, your opinion
is noted. You're dismissed.

Yes, sir.

Let me, uh, lay it out for you.

The aliens have no reason
to attack Charleston again.

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

Given that, our civilian
authorities decided...

to use the lull to
regroup and rebuild.

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

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

As he'll be happy
to remind you...

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

Manchester was one
of the first settlers...

and wound up becoming
their leader by default.

But as our numbers grew, he made
sure his people knew who to thank...

for their three-squares-a-day
full bellies.

- It made him very popular.
- Captain Weaver!

Captain, you
better get out here.

- Are you kidding me?
- Calm down!

Nothing's been decided yet!

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

I don't take your orders.

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

What is going on here?

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

You will go where you are told!

- You better back off!
- At ease! At ease, Sergeant Clemmons.

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

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

Here we store all
weapons in a central area...

and we issue them
according to mission.

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

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

Hold on!

I may not like it...

but the colonel is making sense.

We're here now.

We're in Charleston.

We're in Charleston.

Tom.

No, Captain Weaver's right.

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

- Good. Carry on, Sergeant Clemmons.
- Yes, sir.

- It's the South Carolina Gazette.
- You're kidding.

And an invitation.

Arthur wants to
see me first thing.

So much for sleeping in.

I'm assigned to the
medical clinic with Lourdes.

Look at us, commuters
on our way to the office.

- If I had a pot, I'd make us some coffee.
- If I had a cup, I'd drink it.

Tom. Come in.

Mm.

- Go ahead. Take one.
- They look delicious.

- You grew these here?
- First crop from our hydroponic garden.

Another baby step
toward self-sufficiency.

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

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

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

It's a new beginning, Tom...

from the ground up, and that
includes forming a true government.

So I heard from
your pilot, Avery.

Hell of a woman.

Your book, From
Darkness, Democracy.

Go ahead. You can keep that.

Our founding fathers
had remarkable foresight...

but not even they could
have imagined an alien attack.

We're going to need
a political system...

designed for a
post-invasion world, Tom.

We could be like
Washington and Jefferson...

founders of a new democracy.

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

I'm happy to hear it, because
you come at a critical moment.

There's a confidence vote
scheduled for tomorrow...

a referendum on my leadership.

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

I can't imagine you
would have a problem.

But I could always use
another arrow in my quiver.

I'm hoping you
would stand with me.

I'd be honored, Arthur.
I'll be there, of course.

Although, I think you
may wanna reconsider...

after you hear what
I have to tell you.

Now I'm intrigued.

- May I?
- Please.

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

I know it's hard to believe...

but we think that a group of them
have turned against the overlords.

- "Turned"?
- Meaning that the skitters...

were enslaved, just
like our harnessed kids...

and that a few of them wanna
fight back as much as we do.

Well, so far, this
sounds like good news.

We stand back and let the
bastards kill each other off.

Or we can ally with the rebel skitters and
hit the overlords with everything we got.

- Ha, ha. You're serious?
- Mm-hm.

Trust the skitters?

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

It's why we wanted to keep this
quiet until we had a chance to talk.

I appreciate the discretion...

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

- With this vote...
- I'm talking...

about the possibility of
turning this war around.

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

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

not even for you.

Jeanne. Got a minute?

Well, kind of ironic, huh?

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

- Be right back.
- Okay, Jeanne.

Dad, the way you're limping,
it's from that fight, isn't it?

It's nothing.

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

You never left me. I
always had you here.

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

- I'm so sorry, Dad.
- It's okay.

Just promise me we're
gonna stay together.

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

what happened with
Diego and the others.

Skitter patrol spotted us
a couple days after we left.

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

By morning, the
skitters moved on...

but Diego and the rest
never made the rendezvous.

I waited as long as I
could and then I rode here.

I'm sorry. I know how
much he meant to you.

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

Diego and the others could
still be out there, lost or wounded.

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

I can't let it go, Dad.

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

Then you say it.

- And I'll be there for you.
- Okay.

I promise.

I have to get back.

All right, well, I'll see you later?
- Yeah.

- Anne. Hey.
- Hey.

- You're here early.
- Yeah, I just wanted to get started.

- Helps to stay busy, you know?
- Mm-hm.

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

Cool. Um, there's
medicine over here.

Amoxicillin, erythromycin...
They're well stocked.

They know I was pre-med, so I've
been assigned to the surgical unit.

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

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

I guess I am.

Anne Glass. DOCTOR: Thank God.

If I have to wipe one more snotty
nose... Okay, over here is Pediatrics.

We've got... Heh. I
mean, you've got two flus...

a tonsillitis and a
killer case of head lice.

- You're leaving? Just like that?
- You're a pediatrician.

I'm a heart specialist. Do the math.
- Hold on.

I'm the combat medic
from the 2nd Mass...

who's gonna have you
walking bowlegged...

unless you talk me
through each patient's chart.

All right. Whatever you say.

So much for
professional courtesy.

Once they find out
about your experience...

they'll have you
running the place.

I'm fine. Whatever
I can do to help.

I got you something.

- I'm glad I found you.
- Hey.

It's been quite a
first day. What's this?

Bounty from Manchester's
garden. Enjoy it.

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

Skitter rebellion
didn't sit well?

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

They're skipping the
brussels sprouts for you.

And everything else, for
that matter. Hello, Jeanne.

Wouldn't expect
last night's spread.

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

Don't think everyone rates
their own private quarters.

Most of us are
sleeping 10 to a cubicle.

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

I'm sorry. It's not you.
It's this place. Be careful.

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

I know this sounds petty,
but there's something off here.

You mean like how
they've assigned...

an experienced combat
surgeon to Pediatrics?

I'm not saying
it isn't important.

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

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

Taking temperatures?

I tell you, it is strange how
casual everybody behaves.

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

I used to ache for that
sense of complacency.

Now it almost scares me.
- I agree.

You're not gonna
believe their artillery.

AT4, GAU-17 minigun, heavy mortars.
We're talking serious alien stir-fry.

Assuming they ever
take it out of storage.

We're here to get
a lay of the land...

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

- You! So-called Berserkers, fall in.
- Oh, no.

- What the hell is this?
- Did I say to talk?

I'm sorry. Did I say "Kiss
my ass"? You kidding?

You must be Pope, right?

I understand you think that
you're smarter, faster and tougher...

than just about any
man in this outfit.

You catch on quick. Tec,
you gonna stand there...

in your new jammies,
sucking your thumb?

Name's Gunnery Sergeant
Murphy, Pope. Now fall the hell in.

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

Grab some iron.

Let's see if you Massachusetts
crybabies know how to shoot, hmm?

Detail, halt.

Detail, hut one.

All right. Done and done.

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

Hal, lock it up
and get over here.

Captain. You all right?

Damn ACUs itch like hell.

What are you doing?

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

What are we doing, captain?

I got target practice
and close-order

drills while the things
are still out there.

That's the point. Porter tells me most
of these boys have never fired a shot.

- That supposed to make me feel better?
- Hell, no.

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

They're gonna be scared as hell.

Now, you gotta teach
them to conquer that fear.

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

- I hear you.
- Good.

Now you get back to
tearing down that weapon...

till you're seeing
it in your dreams.

Yes, sir.

Can I see your paperwork?

- Matt, what happened?
- I hate school. I hate it here.

- I wish we'd never come.
- I thought you were enjoying class.

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

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

I was in class when one of the bigger
kids started talking trash about us.

I'm guessing it
was nothing good.

He said he thinks the 2nd
Mass, we never fought the aliens...

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

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

Hmm.

So that they'd leave us alone.

Oh.

Well...

you know he's wrong.

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

I don't know. So this
boy took a swing at you?

Um...

Well, no. I hit him.

I think I might have
broke his tooth.

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

He's been suspended for a week.

Dad, I don't ever wanna go back.

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

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

Sweet.

- Hold it right there.
- Unh.

- I swear I didn't hear a thing.
- Put it back, Lyle.

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie.

Second Mass was
welcomed by these people.

I'm not gonna let an ape like
you ruin that. Close it up, back off...

- we'll pretend this never happened.
- Nobody move!

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

No! LEE: Lyle!

Bravo team, on me!
- You shot him!

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

- You shot him! You son of a bitch!
- Put them in lockdown.

Yes, sir.

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

- Told you we'd have some fun.
- I'm gonna wish you into the cornfield.

Arthur? We need to talk.

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

A man got shot and you
got three people in lockup.

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

Damn it, Maggie was
trying to stop them.

The Berserkers,
they're out of their mind...

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

- What do you suggest?
- Let Maggie walk.

- And this Pope and the rest?
- Punish them. Put them on crap details.

I don't care. We don't have
enough people to lose more.

Tom, I get it. I really do.

But you need to see from
my perspective, okay?

- Okay, I'm listening.
- Bressler wants...

to take a more aggressive
posture toward the aliens.

- Okay.
- Built his army...

and now he wants
to pull the trigger.

He's right about wanting
to get into the fight.

- It's the only way we're gonna beat them.
- I understand.

I hope so, because as comfortable
as this all is, nobody's really safe...

- until the aliens are gone.
- It's just not the time.

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

and I wanna nurture it. I wanna
turn it into something greater.

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

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

And doing nothing,
how does that look?

Look, just help me get through this vote
tonight and I will look into clemency...

we'll discuss Bressler...

and then together, we'll start
to build this new government.

Hey.

Mind if I get a minute
to talk with Maggie?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

My dad's talking to Manchester.
We're not gonna let this lie.

Well, since your
pop's calling in favors...

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

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

Yeah, at least they'd be using
those guns for something useful.

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

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

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

Because of what
happened on the road?

If it is, I'm good
with it, all right?

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

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

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

- Is that what you wanted?
- I expected...

an honest emotional reaction.

Instead I got "I'm gonna think
about it" and teenage silences.

Maggie...

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

Maggie...

I'm sorry.

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

Go!

So as grateful as I am, I can't help
thinking about the world around us.

I have friends
still out there...

maybe lost or sick.

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

hiding, hoping the
aliens will go away.

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

But I do think you're wrong.

That's all I have to say.

You did good.

I would like to thank
all the speakers...

for their passion
and commitment.

Before I begin, I would like
to introduce an old friend...

my former student and the hero
of the 2nd Mass, Tom Mason.

Tom.

Thank you for welcoming
the 2nd Mass into your home.

And congratulations on taking
back a city the aliens left in ruins...

and turning it into
a community again.

I wish I could end there.

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

All I've known for the last year has
been the 2nd Mass and the resistance.

And so as much as I
admire what you've done...

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

and wonder if somehow our
real mission has been lost.

I wanna read you something...

that a friend of mine
wrote about a different war.

"There were some who
advocated accommodation...

who believed the enemy would
only be enraged by outright rebellion.

But they were outnumbered
by those who understood...

that freedom would only come...

once the enemy had
been driven from their land."

That was written by
Arthur Manchester...

about the American struggle against
the British during our revolution.

But he might as well have
been writing about today.

Right. WOMAN 1: Yeah.

I've met our enemy.

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

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

And I am telling you that these
creatures will leave our world...

only when we force them to.
- That's right.

I know that I have
to keep fighting.

This community has
to make its own call.

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

General Bressler!
General Bressler!

Sergeant? Sergeant.

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

Salvage found a deharnessed
boy at the perimeter.

- They're bringing him in now.
- Deharnessed boy?

Did he say what he wanted?

Only that he had been
looking for Charleston...

and he has a message
for Tom Mason.

Ben?

- You know this boy?
- No.

- I'm Tom Mason. MARSHALL:
I was told to find you...

that you were the only
one who'd understand.

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

I'm sorry. I don't know him.

There's so many of
us now. I'm to tell you...

there's been a development with the
overlords, and there isn't much time.

- Who sent you?
- The one with the red eye...

the leader of the rebellion. He's
waiting nearby so you can talk.

- I'll take you to him when you're ready.
- I'm ready.

Gentlemen, come, come.

This is insane. They could
be right outside the door.

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

We have to hear them out.

This alliance is the only
tactical advantage we have.

We lose it, we're
back to square one.

We've been waiting
to launch an offensive.

No. It's too dangerous.

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

What do you mean?

You should've told me your
son was part of this revolution.

That's how this one found us.

Ben always knew we
were coming to Charleston.

God only knows what
else he's told them.

General, put the boy in lockup,
reinforce our defensive perimeter.

We're gonna hunker down, play dead,
and hope the aliens will give us a pass.

Yes, sir.

Let's go. He's going to lockup.
- Yes, sir.

Tom, stay.

It's all right.

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

When did Bressler get to you?

You know better than that.

What are you looking for? A
position in the new government?

- You had that, no questions asked.
- Did you hear that boy?

This is not the time
to be arguing politics.

We have to hear them out.

- No. Bressler sees an opening...
- Arthur...

Tom, I offered you my
hand. You slapped it away.

Now we both
have to live with it.

Get your hands off
me, you stupid jarhead.

What the hell is this?

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

Please.

Mm.

I wanted to ask you about Tom Mason.
I've been hearing some peculiar rumors.

Mason's been peculiar since
the day I met him. So what?

I'm concerned about the
safety of our compound.

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

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

I'll look into letting you out.

So the deal is...

I give up Mason, Mason
burns, and I walk free?

I only want the truth.

Truth is...

Tom Mason is...

a pompous, semierudite history
buff with delusions of grandeur.

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

it's gonna be me.

And not some two-bit...

tin-pot dictator of
Charleston, SC. Salud.

- Take him out.
- Yes, sir.

- Hey. Here to see Maggie.
- Yeah.

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

Aliens are planning
a new offensive.

Rebel skitters sent that kid
to guide us to a meeting...

but Manchester won't let us go.

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

You sure that's a good idea?
Nothing's changed between us.

That's where you're wrong.

Know why I needed
time after you told me...

- about your bad-girl past?
- Tell me.

Because it didn't make
sense. I don't know that Maggie.

I've never met her before.

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

who saved my butt more
times than I can count...

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

All right, the war
wiped the slate clean.

I'm no longer Hal the high-school jock,
and you're not Maggie the junkie thief.

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

a chance to start over, to become
better people than we were before.

- Nice speech. You been practicing?
- A little.

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

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

I'm in.

Hey! What about me?

- Dad, we good?
- Clear. Come on up.

Let's go.

I got you this stuff
without too much fuss.

You should be clear
all the way into the city.

- Bikes are parked outside.
- Taking a chance to help us.

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

I just hope you guys are
right about the skitters.

Drop your weapons and step back!

Stand down.

Hal.

You're all under arrest.

Manchester's orders. He's
declared a state of emergency.

All suspected dissidents
are being detained.

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

Colonel, that's enough.

At ease.

General, I saw how you
were with Manchester.

You know this is the right move.

I know how
Manchester sees it too.

Seems to me you ought to start
thinking about these people...

instead of your
position, general.

What do you want from me?
- Talk to Manchester...

convince him we're right.

Cuff them and take them inside.
- Yes, sir.

Sergeant Murphy!

I'm sorry, sir. I
respectfully refuse.

- Take him too.
- General.

Come on. Let's go.

Move! Move!

All members of the
2nd Mass are to report...

to the commons area immediately.

All members of the 2nd Mass...

are to report to the
commons area immediately.

Get down and shut up!

Damn it, I want
this area cleared!

Take them.

What do you think you're
doing? This is crazy!

- These people haven't hurt anyone.
- Not yet.

Some of them must have known Tom
would try to reach out to rebel skitters.

- If you hurt them...
- They were stopped.

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

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

And who makes
that decision? You?

Make sure you get them all.

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

Get down! Come on!

They told us you separated the 2nd
Mass from the rest of the compound.

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

about the implant that
they put in your eye.

And the infection that
almost killed you, captain.

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

- Who told you this? Pope?
- Your friends in the 2nd Mass.

Once they understood the gravity of
the situation, several of them spoke up.

Once you put them in custody
and threatened their families.

- We have a chance to hurt the enemy.
- Put them with the others.

- And then what?
- We organize a civilian trial immediately.

The charge is treason. Then
we deal with their sympathizers.

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

General Bressler, I
gave you an order.

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

report to headquarters.

What are they gonna do to us?

- If you have seen any members...
- I don't know, Matt.

Please report to military
headquarters immediately.

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

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

Take your hands off me.

- Dad, what's going on?
- I built this compound.

These are my people.

The civilian government's
been suspended.

Charleston is now
under martial law.

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

Your damned alliance
is gonna kill us all.

You wanna make
that rendezvous...

I suggest you suck it up and fast.
- Nice work, boys.

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