All language subtitles for Falling Skies (2011) - S03E01 - On Thin Ice (1080p BluRay x265 Celdra)

Dad, it's Diego.

What?

Don't you worry, Baby Bear.

We'll get him safe and sound.

Matt, you about ready, soldier?

Yes, sir.

Come on, Matt.

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

That's the way to get it done.

Yeah.

Alpha, Alpha.

Phase one complete.

Stand by.

Three, two, one.

Let's go! Let's go!

- You ready, newbie?
- Yep.

Locked and loaded!

Affirmative!

Nice one, Benji.

Stop calling me that.

- You love it.
- No, I hate it.

No, you love it.

Diego! Diego, it's Jeanne!

Don't you recognize me?

He doesn't. Trust me.

We have to get
him in the truck now.

Yes, sir.

That was easy.

Yeah. Piece of cake.

Button it, the both of you.

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

- Let's celebrate.
- It's Colonel now, Pope.

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

It's over.

FALLING SKIES

Take cover!

- Unh!
- Behind you!

Maggie!

What the hell is that?

Wait for it!

Fire!

I'm out of ammo!

I'm out! I'm out!

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Oh, I got to get
me one of those.

Come on, Matt.

Let's go see your dad. Jeanne.

- Everything secure, Colonel?
- More or less.

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

No?

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

We were like fish in a barrel
for those damn megamechs

or whatever the hell they were.

Looks like the Espheni
have got more up their sleeve

than we realized.

What do you say we
get the hell out of here

before they figure
out what happened?

Copy that, sir.

Great job, everybody!

What do you say we all go home?

Let's move out!

CHARLESTON SALUTES THE TROOPS

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

Please don't call me that.

It's what you are, sir.

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

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

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

- Miss Peralta.
- Professor Mason.

For once I agree with
General Bressler, here.

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

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

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

We all fight until the last damn
alien occupier's off the planet.

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

No, sir.

I want all key
military personnel

to meet in the war
room in one hour.

Yes, sir.

How about Anne?
Any word from her yet?

I think I would have
led with that, no?

I suppose you would have.

How about Arthur?
How's he holding up?

Professor Manchester?
Happy as a clam,

doing what he does best,
chairing committee meetings.

Diego!

Better him than
me, that's for sure.

Matt, great job out there.

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

Yeah, but...

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

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

that's all.

Hey, Matt! Let's go!

Hang on. See you, Dad,
and Colonel Weaver.

Soldier.

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

You can count on it, Tom...
uh, sir, Professor... Mr. President.

What exactly am I
supposed to call you now?

Tom will do. Nothing's
changed, Dan.

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

Here.

Alley-oop.

Don't worry, hot wheels.

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

Just be careful, okay?

- You got him?
- Yep. We're good.

Eh, we'll go forward.

Oh, yeah.

All right, boys. Don't
mess with me now.

I'm mobile.

We really got our tails
caught in it back there,

didn't we, Dad?

Not the best place
to talk about it, son.

Yes, sir.

All right, girl, race you
back to the barracks.

You're on.

Ben, we could use
your help in the infirmary

with those harnessed kids.

Of course, we just
need to wrap up here.

All right, I'll see you there.

What?

You and your boys,
"The Fighting Masons."

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

So this is the new order, huh?

The Mason
administration, friend to all.

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

You say the word, boss.

Mexico is looking
better to me every day.

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

Can't be any better down
there. I don't think so.

We got alien battalions
just looking to fry our ass.

The hell with this.

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

I'll be in The Nest.

Diego. Come on.

Are we almost ready, Dr. Glass?

Just about.

You remember Diego?

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

Let's go. His neck.

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

so this should be a fairly quick
procedure with a short recovery.

Think it'll be
completely removed?

Mm-hmm. Completely,
painlessly, and without side effects.

Almost. Almost.

Got it.

Extracting now.

Hold tight.

- Yes. All clear.
- Coming in.

Easy.

Got it. You got a tray?

He's gonna be fine, Jeanne.

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

- Prep the next patient.
- Yeah.

Welcome back.

It's good to be back.

- Marina.
- Dr. Glass.

So can I talk you into
sticking around for a while,

at least until our baby is born?

Yeah, I think I can arrange
that. What about you?

Why are you still
working so close?

I hardly have a choice.

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

- Still...
- Professor?

One second. Just
take it easy, okay?

I promise.

- Okay. See you later.
- Yeah.

Ten-hut!

Sorry I'm late. As
you were, gentlemen.

Somebody mind telling me

what our alien friend
Cochise is doing here?

The Volm are our allies,
and they deserve to have

a voice in any
assessment of our missions.

As my son Hal just pointed out,

we got our tails
caught in it. Big time.

Is that a fair
assessment, Colonel?

- Fair enough, yes.
- It had nothing to do

with Colonel Weaver's
meticulous planning.

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

Damn straight.
Walked right into it.

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

What are you saying,
Tom? We got some kind of

an infiltrator,
some kind of spy?

A damn traitor?

This is the possibility
we have to consider.

And in this age
of alien doodads,

eye worms and the like,

it could be anybody in
the city of Charleston.

Or any thing.

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

walking around our city
like nobody's business.

Rebel skitters,
loyal to the cause.

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

were indiscriminately
killing humans

at the bidding
of their masters...

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

They've given us no
cause to doubt their loyalty.

Gents.

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

Please do.

One year ago, if you'd asked me

what our chances
were to win this fight,

I'd have said slim to none.

Now it's seven
months down the track,

and we've done
more than just stick

the occasional finger
in the enemy's eye.

We've put a hurt on him.

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

General, let me
finish my thought.

In fact, it's so effective
that the enemy has had

to resort to espionage
as a counter.

And my opinion,
that's good news.

Thank you, General.

I am pleased to
hear you say that,

and I agree with
you wholeheartedly.

It is indeed most
excellent... news.

I beg your pardon.

Is it not an appropriate
moment in which to comment?

It's quite appropriate.
Please continue.

Not only have the Espheni
resorted to espionage,

as General Porter
has pointed out,

but they have been
forced to deploy

their superior terrain droids,

usually reserved for more
technologically advanced forces.

You have unnerved
the Espheni, sir.

A worthy and unique
accomplishment, I assure you.

But there's been
no decisive battle!

But the Espheni know

and understand large
offensives, General.

What bedevils them is
our consistent skirmishing.

That makes no logical sense.

Well, human logic
is to be discarded

when at war with
extraterrestrial beings.

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

no matter what.

Agreed.

I suggest that we
appoint Arthur Manchester

to head an investigation.

Seriously?

He's got a head
for these things.

And he's the only
one that didn't have

any prior knowledge to
the planning of the mission.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Sir.

I'm glad you came, Hal.

I wasn't sure you
got my message.

Loud and clear.

Hal, I've missed you so much.

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

Another nightmare?

Do you remember
what it was about?

No.

Well, it's got to be
something to make you

wake up in a cold sweat.

I said I don't remember. Okay?

Okay.

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

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

What I need is my wheelchair,

which someone put all the way

on the other damn
side of the room.

- What are we doing today?
- Another crazy day.

Citizen's forum in two days?

That's right.

Public works committee?
That's... that's Arthur's.

Not since you put
Dr. Manchester in charge

of this secret investigation
you have going.

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

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

- Hello Ben. Denny.
- Got a minute?

Sure I do. What's up?

The leader of the rebel skitters

is requesting a
meeting with you.

Did he say what it was about?

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

He can't come here?

They don't feel comfortable
within the city limits.

'Cause of the anti-skitter talk.

Anti-skitter talk.

Fine. Tell him
Colonel Weaver and I

will come see him tonight
when I get free here.

We'll tell him, Dad. Thanks.

Professor.

He's doing much better.

I think so.

Yes.

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

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

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

He certainly is working hard.

I know.

It's just...

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

but he's been having these
nightmares the past few weeks.

Bad ones.

And he won't tell
me what they are,

but I can tell they
are freaking him out.

Well, like Dr. Glass said,

there's nothing
physically wrong with him.

But something's wrong with him.

Something happened to him.

I think it's something
she did to him.

Karen?

Yeah.

I'm not saying
it's not possible.

But we examined him thoroughly,
as best we can, anyway.

I know.

And we didn't find anything.

I know.

Thank God he's had you

these past seven
months, though, Maggie.

He never would have
made it without you.

Hey, good looking.

You want to dance?

Look, I just want to say,

um, I'm sorry for
acting like such a...

Jerk?

Yeah. That.

All is forgiven.

Get back to work.

Yes, ma'am.

I can't begin to tell
you how pleased

I am that you agreed to
meet with me, Anthony.

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

but Professor Mason did
ask me to meet with you,

and, well, here I am meeting.

I'm given to understand
that you worked

for the Boston Police
Department prior to the invasion.

Yes, sir. Five years in blue,

and five years
undercover narcotics.

- Impressive.
- Thanks, I guess.

We have a situation,
a bad situation.

- You mean with the spy?
- You know about it?

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

And, frankly, people
are pretty upset about it.

Well, I've been tasked

with the job of
investigating the mole,

and, frankly, I could use
someone with experience.

I'm not sure if busting

a couple of
small-time drug dealers

qualifies me for espionage
work, Dr. Manchester.

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

Well, I don't, actually.

Well...

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

Motive. It's the first
thing you look for.

What in the hell would my motive
be for helping the same bugs

I've been trying to
kill for two years?

I see your point.

Uh, there... are some files

that I would like
you to take a look at.

And here's the list.

There are a lot of names
here that I recognize.

Some I know really well,

I fought side-by-side with.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

What do you need me for?

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

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

Thank you for coming
on such short notice,

Professor, Colonel Weaver.

You said you had
something important to tell us?

We have received
reports that the Espheni

are once again preparing

a major offensive
against Charleston.

Let 'em try. They failed
the past three times.

I agree. Thanks to the Volm,

our defenses are
stronger than ever.

Suddenly they want to attack us?

Gluttons for
punishment, I guess.

You've put them behind schedule.

The Espheni do not like
their timetables disrupted.

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

True, but it bears repeating

that the humans are
not the ultimate target...

The Volm are,

and their troop ships are
heading toward your planet.

- To destroy the Espheni?
- So they say.

Thank you for the
advance warning.

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

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

There is one more thing.

A new overlord has
replaced the one killed by you.

It is rumored to be
even more dangerous

and ruthless than
its predecessor.

That's hardly surprising.

Ordinarily, I would agree,

except that this particular
overlord is human.

Human?

Correct.

Karen.

What are you doing?

You fell asleep
on top of the bed

with all your clothes on.

Oh, I was trying
to sneak in a nap.

It's been a long couple of days.

I bet.

Twenty-five kids de-harnessed,
not one complication.

- That's got to feel good.
- It does. A lot.

I only wish we had
the Volm's technology

a couple of years ago,
so many children lost.

How are you? How's
your day going?

Same. Crazy.

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

What?

This is Marina and her
scheduling neurosis...

This isn't Marina.

Somebody needs to stop
telling her to play White House.

White House and the
president of 20 square blocks.

And Charleston's growing.

Refugees are
coming in every day.

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

or it will all end up in chaos.

I never thought I'd say this,
but I miss being on the road,

being chased by skitters.

It seems like we had
more time together.

I know.

I'll see you later.

It's just something he needs.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You wanna grab a bite to eat?

Someone opened this
Shawarma stand in Pope Town

I've been dying to try.

I'm sure we could barter

a couple of house
calls for a meal or two.

Honestly, I'm beat.

I'm gonna check on that
appendectomy in bed 17

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

I totally get it.
Rain check, then?

Yeah. Absolutely.

Hey, I got it.

No, I got it. Unh.

Uh-oh.

My water broke.

Dad, Anne's having the baby now.

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

Narrowed the list down to
a dozen possible suspects.

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

Oh, I can't talk right now.
Anne's having the baby.

Oh. Oh. It can
wait. It can wait.

A militia group from
Wisconsin spotted your camp

when they were crossing
over the black hills in Kentucky.

Kentucky? Really?

We've been trying to rescue
as many of the harnessed kids

as we can ever since
the new aliens provided us

with technology to safely
remove the harness.

Did you know I'd be there?

Every camp we went
to, I looked for you.

This time, I got lucky.

Is that their place,
the new aliens?

- That's it.
- How many are there?

Twenty. Twenty-five.

No one knows for
sure, since they mostly

stay in their bunker
or whatever they call it.

Where'd they come from?

I'm not exactly sure.

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

For hundreds of years,

they've been
chasing the overlords,

trying to liberate planets
they've tried to destroy.

Do you trust them?

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

They've given us new
weapons and strategies.

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

Who can argue with winning?

But do you trust them?

They're aliens.

Who's to say they're
any better than

the overlords or worse?

Curfew's not for
another half an hour.

I want to show you the horses.

- So he's a butler?
- Right.

- From 19th century England?
- Yes.

Fighting what? Grim reapers?
With his ten year old master?

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

Weird, is what it is.

Give me some plain old
superhero any old day.

No, no, no.

You can't compare
comic books to Manga.

Says who?

Call, raise, or fold. What's
it gonna be, sweetcakes?

Great.

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

It was either the Lobsters
or the Elephant Men.

Either one of them could
have tipped off the Fishheads.

That's what I'm hearing.

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

- What are we waiting...
- Lars! My boy.

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

You mind if I offer
you just one small,

little piece of advice?

- What?
- Shut up! All right?

You keep that kind of
stuff, you tuck it way down

inside that thick skull
of yours, all right?

Save it for your memoirs.

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

You got all the
answers, huh? That it?

You got all the
smarts, is that right?

No.

Tell you what.

I'll buy you a drink. Huh?

On the house. Everybody!

Chill out!

All good things can be had
right here at The Nest! Welcome!

Lyle, do me a favor
and buy those boys

a round on me, all right?

The cheap stuff. Keep
an eye on 'em, as well.

- Thank you.
- You got it, boss.

- You should get some sleep.
- I'm fine.

No, you're not.

We miss it?

No, just my water broke.

- Matt.
- What?

Geez.

Sorry, I thought she
was having a baby.

That's fine, Matt.

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

We could be here for a while.

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

Monopoly. I'll go get the board.

Seriously?

It's kind of a Mason
family tradition.

Oh, okay.

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

Is it that time already?

So it's you?

Unh!

MONOPOLY

Dad.

Look, I'm no
ballistics expert...

but it's a safe bet
Dr. Manchester

was shot with a gun
modified with Volm tech.

That narrows it
down to the military.

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

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

Yes, sir.

This is my doing.

- No.
- Hell no, Tom.

You're not responsible for this.

Arthur claimed he
was getting close,

that he'd narrowed
down the list of suspects.

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

it's not here.

Which means his
killer took it with him,

which means he
must have been close.

Too close, I'm afraid.

Dr. Manchester was
basically a good man.

Sometimes misguided,

but his heart was
always in the right place.

Anthony, I'm gonna
need your help

to get to the bottom of this.

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

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

just that list that
Dr. Manchester gave me.

It's a start.

- General Porter.
- Sir?

Coordinate with
General Bressler.

I want a full vetting of
all military personnel.

Yes, sir.

Keep Miss Peralta in the loop.

It probably doesn't
need to be said,

but I'll say it anyway, we
need to find this bastard

before anybody
else gets murdered

and any other mission
gets compromised.

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

Okay, come on, Anne.

One more big push, okay?

Oh.

You did it.

I got her.

It's a girl!

It's a girl.

Oh, come here.

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, hi, baby.

Oh, baby.

Look at you.

Oh, hi. Oh.

Before we begin the
traditional citizens' forum,

I hope you'll allow me
to announce the arrival

of our newest citizen to
the New United States.

Alexis Denise Glass-Mason.

Thank you.

We also lost a good
man this week...

Arthur Manchester,

whose legacy will live on
forever right here with us,

the citizens of Charleston.

He's just the latest
casualty in a war

that's already claimed
more than we can count.

Our enemy is hell-bent
on our destruction.

They will accept nothing less

than our complete
and utter annihilation.

For two long years,

we've suffered at the
hands of our oppressors,

and yet, against all
odds, we have survived.

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

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

They've given us hope.

They've given us encouragement.

But our real weapon,

the weapon that will
ultimately gain us victory,

is the strength and
tenacity of the human spirit.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Mexico, Boss. I'm telling you.

We ought to be
headed for Mexico.

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

No. Guess not.

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

What are you doing here?

All I ever wanted was
for us to be together.

I've never stopped
thinking about you,

even after the transformation.

Transformation?

When I became one of them.

You did something to me.

I planted a probe in
your cerebral cortex.

A simple device, really.

Why?

So we'll be connected
to each other always.

No.

No, no. It's not right.

It is right.

We were meant to be together.

I woke up paralyzed
from the neck down.

That was you.
Fighting the probe.

You can walk now, don't you see?

'Cause this is a dream.

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

This...

is all that matters.

Come in.

I... I've been saving this for a
special occasion or something.

Well, anyway. Should be good.

Congratulations on the
birth of your daughter.

Thanks, Dan. That means a lot.

Have a seat. You want scotch?

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

Thank you.

To you and to Anne.

To the future.

Wow. That's good.

Arthur certainly
knew his scotch.

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

You remember? Before
these damn Volm landed?

Sometimes, yeah.

But...

I know. I know.

Ahh.

You mind if I just
directly speak my mind?

I've never known
you to do otherwise.

This alliance that
you've created

with this new set of aliens,

I, for one, think what they're
selling us is a load of crap.

Yeah, I got the
impression you felt that way

for about the last seven months.

I mean, what are we doing here?

What are we really doing?

We're winning, Dan,
pure and simple.

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

And, you honestly think
that after the overlords

are wiped out, theses
guys are gonna just, what?

I don't have any
illusions about our allies

if that's what
you're getting at.

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

with all due respect.

You think Roosevelt
and Churchill

wanted to work with Stalin?

They knew what he was about.
They needed him to win the war.

This is our war,
Tom. It's a human war.

And the minute we
start forgetting that,

the minute we start depending

on somebody else
to do this work for us,

we're on a bad road.

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

And if I could?

I don't understand.

Come with me.

What are you doing over there?

I'm looking for your boots.

They were right here.

That's where we left
them last... last night.

Yeah, well, they're
not there now.

You sleep okay last night?

Yeah. I did.

- Finally.
- No nightmares?

- No, not one.
- That's great.

Here they are, way at the back.

That's weird.

Do Bressler and
Porter know about this?

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

except for you now.

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

You and Cochise?

All the skirmishing,
all the missions,

everything that we've been
doing has been designed

to keep the Espheni
off the scent of this.

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

- wouldn't you say, Tom?
- I know.

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

I asked Professor Mason
to keep this project secret

until the very last moment.

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

- All too well.
- It's one of thousands.

They create a sort
of defensive web

that prevent the Volm ships

from being able to
enter our atmosphere.

Eliminating just
one of those towers

will be enough to
open up a gap sufficient

to let one of our ships
enter the atmosphere.

This is what the
mole has been after.

I don't get it, Tom.
What? A big gun?

What is this?

More than just a gun, Colonel.

When completed, it
will be the decisive factor

in ending this conflict.

A chance to win this
war, Dan. Think of it.

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