"This alliance that you've created with this new set of aliens -- is a load of crap." "They have given us no cause to doubt their loyalty." "Previously on Falling Skies..." "Tell me which tower you plan to attack with the Volm." "Go to hell!" "She murdered them?" "You left me no choice." "The defense grid goes operational in a matter of minutes." "This room will be your grave." "Take out the Boston tower, we knock out the grid, and we get Karen." "All of our lives depend on this mission." "People, let's move out." "You know what I like the most about Chicago?" "What's that, bro?" "The pizza." "Say what you want about New York, all right?" "But that town ain't got nothing on the Windy City when it comes to pizza pie." "That's another reason why we should hate those Overlord bastards." "About 20 miles or so to go." "So far, no alien resistance." "They'll be there waiting for us." "Yes, sir." "Well, let's just hope that Mason and his team can figure out how to fire that big-ass alien popgun." "When you get used to the symbology, the Volm language is actually quite intuitive." "It's almost elegant." "Hmm." "Unfortunately, it is a tongue designed for pragmatism, not poetry." "How's it coming?" "All the systems seem to be checking out." "So this thing's gonna work?" "Almost certainly." "Not a lot of room for "almost" here, doctor." "By "almost," I'm estimating a 94% probability that the weapon will function as expected." "Good." "Any contact with the Volm ship?" "No, but I did not expect we would." "They're gonna be there, though?" "They will see the heat signature when we destroy the tower." "That will act as a navigational beacon of sorts." "I know we've gone over this a dozen times." "It's just..." "The entire fate of your planet and mankind are at stake?" "Yeah." "Something like that." "Everything will be fine, my friend." "In this you must have faith." "I do." "Thank you." "Holy!" "Hey." "Maybe I should hold that." "In your dreams, Bobo." "Is this gonna work, Colonel?" "The plan, I mean." "It has to." "Copy that, sir." "But did we do the right thing bringing her?" "For all our sakes, I certainly hope so." "She and her eye worms are the bait for Karen." "♪ Falling Skies 3x10 ♪ Brazil Original Air Date on August 4, 2013" "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man" "Hard to believe." "What's that?" "War is coming to an end." "An end?" "Yeah." "I'm not sure I see that." "If that Volm weapon works, the grid comes down, and the Volm land," "I don't think this war's gonna last much longer." "Well..." "You know what they say -- it ain't over till it's over." "I know." "Still..." "What?" "I've just been thinking about afterwards, you know?" "Like, settling back into a life -- real life." "A real life?" "Yeah." "What's that look like?" "It's nothing fancy." "A comfortable house, good-sized backyard." "Oh, my God." "Seriously?" "Yeah, seriously." "Wow." "I mean..." "Wow." "What about you?" "You're telling me you haven't given a single thought as to what you're gonna do after the war?" "Uh..." "No." "All I figured out is I'm pretty good at fighting." "It's probably the only thing I'm good for." "You know that's not true." "It is." "And I'm okay with that." "If I survive -- and that's a big "if" " "I'll probably just keep on doing what I'm doing." "Just fighting?" "Yeah." "I mean..." "Yeah." "Nothing we can do for her, Anthony." "So, what's the call, Colonel?" "Hold fire till we see the whites of their eyes?" "Don't wait for anything." "As soon as you catch a whiff of the enemy, blow them all to kingdom come." "I can do that." "Sign me up." "This is a classic "Do not pass go, do not collect $200" mission." "We will not stop until " "Gentlemen!" "It's been an honor and a privilege serving with you, so let's give 'em hell!" "Smile, you son of a bitch!" "We're getting close." "All right, showtime, folks." "There's more grid in the sky here than in Charleston." "It's because we're closer to the tower." "It's like a ghost town." "We fooled them." "They think we're in Chicago." "Fingers crossed." "Our hunch that Karen is following Lourdes may have paid off." "Also means you don't have an eye bug." "If you did, they'd be here waiting." "That's true." "The Espheni will figure out their mistake soon enough, though." "I know Weaver's gonna put up a good fight, but..." "They knew the risk." "One thing I know for sure is that Dan Weaver is made out of cast iron." "He's gonna be fine, Jeanne." "I know." "All right, we all know what to do!" "Let's do it!" "Dr. Kadar?" "I believe we are ready to proceed." "Fire!" "No." "Hit it again." "We need 10 minutes to recharge." "That's 10 minutes we don't have." "Beamers!" "Two!" "They spotted us!" "Turning inbound!" "Look!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Yeah!" "It's gone!" "That's right!" "It's gone!" "Good work!" "It's not exactly what I expected." "Tower's down, grid's down -- I call that a success!" "Agreed." "What now?" "We wait." "Whoo-hoo!" "Whoo!" "Hey, dad." "Hey, Ben." "Just the man I wanted to see." "Okay." "I'm sitting here trying to get organized for my meeting with the Volm commander, and I think that they're gonna be very interested to hear about the rebel Skitters." "Cochise said that they've never encountered movement like " "Sure, but..." "What?" "The rebels are nervous about the Volm." "They've left the encampment." "Well, that's understandable." "They've only ever known each other as enemies." "Maybe we can help with that -- find a way to bring them closer together." "They're too valuable of a resource." "Is everything okay, Dad?" "I am great." "I'm...tired." "It's been a long haul, and I'm just realizing how much more there is to do." "You got us here." "In spite of everything, we're here 'cause of you." "Thank you for saying that." "That means a lot." "And I hope that when all this is " "Dad!" "Baby bear." "It's mighty good to see you!" "Well, this is getting old." "Yeah." "Cast iron." "Everything go as planned?" "Not even close." "We were pinned down pretty bad." "I don't know what would have happened if Cochise and his soldiers hadn't shown up when they did." "Next time you need a decoy, Professor, you count me out." "Hopefully there won't be a next time." "Amen to that." "Thank you once again for your assistance, my friend." "Once I explained the situation to the Volm Commander, he did not hesitate to order a shuttle craft and a squad for a rescue mission." "Please thank the Commander, then." "You'll have the opportunity to do so yourself." "We meet with him in the morning." "In the morning?" "That's a little sooner than we expected." "I thought you would be pleased." "I am." "I-I-I'm very pleased." "I'll be right with you." "What about Lourdes?" "She's being restrained." "And I don't think she's ever gonna be the same unless we get rid of those bugs." "More than likely Karen's still tracking her." "If she's still alive, I hope she is." "In fact, I'd love nothing more." "Our scouts report that the Espheni are rapidly retreating to the north." "Not a sign of them in a 10-kilometer radius." "Okay." "Hang on." "Give me that." "I want to make a toast!" "I want to make a toast!" "I've made too many speeches, too many lectures." "I want to make a toast." "Words, sadly, are just words and they can't possibly convey the gratitude that I have in my heart for those that it has been my privilege to call family since this nightmare began." "But now we are at the beginning of the end, and that faint light at the end of our long tunnel is finally shining upon us." "So..." "To the end of our journey!" "To the fishheads!" "May they freeze their asses off in the North Pole." "To victory." "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "May it be swift, may it be complete, and may it be forever." "I hope it tastes a lot better than this rotgut." "Where'd you get it?" "And are these the local leaders for whom you hold such high regard?" "Yes, sir." "This is Tom Mason." "I am told this is how you greet one another with honor." "And I am honored to meet you, Tom Mason." "The honor is mine, sir." "And this is Colonel Dan Weaver." "The brave commander in the Chicago decoy mission." "Hi." "I stand with you soldier-to-soldier." "Right." "Thank you." "I am Waschak-cha'ab, commander of this expeditionary force." "We thank you for coming to our aid, and we look forward to a long and productive association." "I, in turn, offer my thanks -- for our victory and for the life of my son." "Your son?" "Waschak-cha'ab is my father." "And now, gentlemen, if you'll excuse me." "I'm sure you'll appreciate there's much to be done before we can secure the area and deploy our defenses." "Um...of course." "We were hoping to discuss our mutual strategy for engaging the Espheni." "We have some ideas -- observations, really, from an indigenous point of view that we thought would be of use to you." "I promise there will be ample time to go over the information you have prepared, but " "Oh." "I knew there had to be a "but" in here somewhere." "Please." "Understand, Colonel." "The Volm have, over time, developed specific strategies for engaging the Espheni." "Yes, well, I would certainly hope so." "What my son is trying to say is that we have no need for your participation in this war." "The war is over for you." "It is over for all human beings." "The Volm are well-equipped to carry the fight to the enemy." "Your military forces are no longer needed." "In fact, they will only be in the way." "Commander, with all due respect, our planet, our fight." "I understand." "I don't think you do understand." "I don't think you understand at all." "If you're not interested in collaborating with us in this war, then what exactly are your intentions for us?" "You will be relocated to the south, a place you call Brazil." "The hell you say?" "Brazil." "You will have everything you need." "You, your families, and friends -- you'll be out of the war zone, you'll be safe." "The Volm will provide security." "Commander, this is simply unacceptable." "Nevertheless, that is what will happen." "Relocation will begin today." "Excuse me, sir, but, no, it won't." "If you don't want to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with us as allies, that's your privilege, but this is our home, and we will fight for it as we see fit." "You will be relocated, and that is the end of our discussion." "Commander, we don't have any interest in being sheltered from this fight." "We've come way too far." "Sir, please, ex-- whoa!" "Ugh!" "Tom!" "Tom!" "Colonel, stay where you are." "Lyle, if it any of those trims end up in this coffee, it will be to your eternal regret." "The Professor and Weaver have been gone for a long time." "What the hell are they doing with the Volm, anyway?" "Talking strategy." "Strategy." "Find fishheads." "Kill 'em." "End of story." "You know, if Napoleon had you by his side in Russia, things would have gone a lot better for him." "Thanks." "Hey, Colonel Weaver!" "What's the plan?" "Get your gear packed up, ready to move in one hour." "One hour." "That's as much time as we got." "Where's my dad?" "He's being detained by the Volm for the moment." "Wait." "What?" "Can't explain." "Need to get out of here now." "What's the hurry, Colonel?" "I'll tell you what the hurry is." "The Volm want to ship us off to Brazil." "There's still millions of Espheni forces here in the United States." "Suddenly we're being deployed to Brazil?" "That doesn't make any sense." "They don't want us to fight." "They want to relocate us there, put us in camps." "Hell, no." "No, that's why we're gonna get out of here before they can herd us up like cattle." "Colonel Weaver." "What about my dad?" "We can't go without him." "Don't you worry about your dad, son." "I'm gonna get him out of here with us, but right now we got to move, all right?" "Let's go, people!" "So it turns out the Volm are no better than the fishheads." "Isn't that dandy?" "No time for this, Pope." "Get yourself packed and ready to go." "Whoa." "That's okay." "Ohh!" "Whew." "Dad?" "What's wrong?" "I'm okay." "Hey." "Here." "Hey." "What is this?" "Oh." "Huh?" "Nitroglycerine?" "Is there something wrong with your heart?" "Where did you get these?" "Huh?" "Dr. Glass." "How long have you been taking it?" "Huh?" "Tell me." "How long?" "A couple of months." "Oh?" "Jeanne..." "You can't tell anybody about this, okay?" "Especially not Tom." "Promise me." "Okay." "I promise." "I'm gonna be okay." "We should go to Brazil." "No, sweetheart." "We cannot go to some concentration camp." "I don't understand why we can't -- Well, I can explain." "We've got a job to do here, and I do not trust these Volm to do it for us." "Besides, sweetheart, can you really see your old man sitting around on a beach somewhere?" "We got to go." "Hey!" "Where's my dad?" "I assure you, your father is quite safe, Matt." "I don't believe you." "I promise." "You'll be reunited with him when you board the transport tonight." "You promise?" "You played us, you bubble-headed bastard." "You are mistaken, John Pope." "We will defeat the Espheni, just as we have promised, and you will live out the rest of this war in comfort and peace and safety." "But right now, it is imperative that you lay down your weapons and prepare to leave." "If you really are our allies, why do we need to disarm?" "You will have no need for weapons in Brazil." "Screw this!" "I say we fight our way out of this snake pit." "Me too." "Take another look, Pope." "They got those Volm weapons." "Why are you doing this?" "Like you, I am a soldier, Colonel." "And, like you, I obey orders, whether I agree with them or not." "Then you know this isn't right." "Please, sir." "I am begging you." "Do not make me use force." "Order your people to lay down their weapons and prepare themselves for transport." "Lay down your weapons." "Live to fight another day." "That's our only play here." "So, this is the end game between the grand alliance." "You knew better." "You knew in your gut it was a mistake." "But Tom, he talked you into it." "Well, congratulations, Colonel." "The Volm have just done what the fishheads never could -- brought us to our knees." "My son should have warned you in advance that physical contact with a Volm commander is a serious breach of etiquette." "There are many things I wish your son had warned me about." "You must understand." "He was under strict orders." "I can see that now." "Lying, it would appear, is a universal trait." "It was not our intention to deceive you." "I'm the fool here, though." "I naively thought that we had a friendship, your son and I." "Professor, why are you so resistant to doing as we ask?" "It is for your own benefit." "That is where you're wrong, sir." "I would have thought that Cochise might have explained who we are as a species, at least." "Yes, but we have, to date, only encountered dull and pliant indigenous species of the many planets we have liberated." "Not a single one of them has ever resisted relocation." "In fact, they have welcomed it." "So you will understand that we are confused by your resilience, your tenacity." "We can also be selfish and self-centered." "We're no strangers to war -- devastating wars." "Fought between ourselves for reasons that now seem very petty." "But we are also passionate about our right to exist." "And we adamantly oppose those who would oppress or deny us our freedoms." "And we would rather die than have those rights taken away as the Espheni have tried." "Yes." "I can see that is true." "Then allow us to fight." "Commander, allow us to fight, and I promise you we will prove ourselves tenfold if you give us a chance." "I am only a warrior." "I have never wandered from that narrow profession." "Never have I questioned protocol or orders..." "Until now..." "Which I find most disturbing, disorienting." "I've been told, by your son, in fact, that we have that effect." "You have given me much to contemplate," "Professor Mason." "We shall talk further on this." "I look forward to that." "Hey, uh..." "Can you give me a second?" "Lourdes." "How are you feeling?" "I've got a skull full of worms." "They're going crazy, writhing around in there." "How do you think I feel?" "I'm so sorry, Lourdes." "I know exactly how you feel." "Aah!" "I need them out!" "Please!" "Please take them out!" "Hey." "Hey, hey." "Hey, hey, hey, hey." "Listen to me." "I'm gonna make sure we find a way to get them out." "But you got to be patient." "Now, do you trust me?" "Yeah." "I always have." "Ever since the beginning." "You remember those days?" "Yeah." "You'd bring me food after all my scouts." "And you'd make sure I was okay." "It seems like a thousand years ago." "Now it's my turn to make sure you're okay." "That's a promise." "Hal." "Hal, I " "We, uh..." "We may have to put her out of her misery." "Why would you say that?" "You want Karen and the whole Espheni army to know where we are?" "Are you ready, Colonel Weaver?" "Where's Tom?" "He will be joining you." "Let's go." "Dad!" "Are we really going to Brazil?" "I don't think we've got much of a choice in the matter." "You all right?" "I'm okay now that I'm back with you guys." "This way." "I don't understand." "You are free to go wherever you please, but you must leave the Boston area as quickly as possible." "Let's move, people!" "Come on, guys!" "You know we're gonna continue to fight." "I know." "I can't guarantee that we won't get in your way." "Yes, I imagined as much." "Take this." "I suspect it will come in handy." "Be careful, Tom Mason." "Thank you, my friend." "I hope I see you again soon." "I cannot imagine anything more pleasing." "Now go." "You know, my son, they will not survive." "But they would most certainly die in captivity, my most honored father." "Of that I have no doubt." "In all the history of this war, we have never allowed the indigenous population to be in harm's way." "We have sworn an oath to protect them." "But, as you must realize by now, these humans are different." "Yes." "For their sake, I sincerely hope so." "What?" "Just the smell of fresh pine." "It's good to get out of the city." "It gets my blood flowing." "It's not the mountain air." "It's the fact that you think the war's gonna go on." "You think you want it to end." "But trust me, Hal, you'd never cut it in a split-level house." "Spending your weekends trimming hedges and weeding flower beds?" "You'd go stark raving mad." "She's right, kid." "Compared to the quiet desperation of the suburbs," "I'd say an alien apocalypse is paradise on earth." "Relieved we ain't going to the jungle, Doc?" "Hardly." "These woods are filled with mosquitos, ticks, eager to gorge themselves on our blood." "Do you have any idea what lyme disease does to you?" "Wait!" "What you got?" "Not sure." "Something big coming this way." "Whoa!" "Lourdes!" "Lourdes." "Dad!" "Ship!" "Inbound!" "Karen took the bait." "It worked." "I just hope it's her." "It's her." "Hal, Ben, Maggie." "Stand two!" "Take cover!" "Let's go!" "Tom." "Hal." "We need to talk." "Thank goodness you're okay, Hal." "I've missed you." "Yeah, I've been looking forward to seeing you, too." "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you!" "Easy, Tom." "This is far more important than our personal differences." "It's about the Volm." "Get to the point." "I see things haven't turned out the way you planned." "You and your beloved allies have parted ways." "Not the knights in shining armor you thought they were, right?" "That's far enough." "I'd say you've become an expert on disappointment." "In fact, I think the only reason you want to talk is the Volm have you on the run." "You don't trust me." "I would feel the same if I were in your shoes." "I could tell you I've made mistakes, that I regret the way I've gone about some things, but those would just seem like empty words to you." "You got that right." "Which is why I didn't expect to reconcile our differences in one conversation." "But I am confident there will be more unpleasant discoveries about the Volm." "This war has gone on for centuries." "And it will continue for a long time to come." "And as you know from your own history, there might be a day when our interests will coincide." "So, I want you to know my door will always be open." "You can't be serious." "I am." "And to prove my good faith, I've brought a gift." "One that I think you'll appreciate, Tom." "That's funny." "I have a gift for you." "Hey, come on." "You all right?" "Yeah, yeah." "Tom?" "Tom?" "All I wanted was to be with you." "I'm so sorry." "Anne!" "Tom?" "Anne?" "Tom?" "Anne?" "I thought you were dead." "Oh, thank God you're okay." "What about Lexie?" "Is she with you?" "Did they do something to her?" "She's fine, Tom." "But..." "I don't understand." "This is Lexie, our daughter." "Hello, Daddy." "You know, I really had it in my mind we were near the end." "I mean, the war and everything." "Well, we're closer." "At least we don't have to worry about Karen anymore." "Sure." "Of course." "But..." "There's no "but."" "Really?" "I thought for sure I heard one." "Here, let me help you with this." "I got it." "I know." "Here." "Let me help you with it." "We'll just pull it together." "I got it, Hal." "Okay." "Why don't you help with that stuff over there?" "I can secure this line on my own." "Okay?" "Sure." "All right, Lyle." "Turn it over." "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Whoa!" "Hold on." "Hold on." "How long, Pope?" "Oh, man, I don't even know where to begin with this damn thing." "You got 10 minutes." "We'll have to move your stuff to another vehicle." "Maybe Lourdes' truck." "Oh, yeah, right, like anybody's gonna want to share space with that freak." "Well, if you don't get it fixed, we won't have a choice." "How's Dr. Glass?" "She's sleeping." "She's been doing a lot of that lately." "It's to be expected." "And she didn't say anything about what happened?" "No." "She said she doesn't remember anything." "There's no sign of a probe or a tracking device?" "I don't know." "I don't think so, but we need to stay vigilant." "Of course." "What about my daughter?" "In what sense?" "In what sense?" "In the sense that she was born two months ago and now appears to be a 6-year-old kid." "The DNA I sampled suggested such a possibility." "So, she's just gonna keep on growing?" "It's..." "Impossible to speculate." "Just one last parting gift from Karen and the Espheni." "I thought they were dead, though." "I thought I'd lost them forever." "Perhaps when Dr. -- when Anne wakes up, she'll be able to shed additional light on what happened to her and your daughter, but until then..." "I know." "I know." "All right!" "We're good to go!" "Let's load 'em up, people!" "Five minutes, we're out of here." "Just like old times, huh, Colonel?" "So, where are we going?" "Tom and I were thinking first stop Charleston." "Warn them about the Brazil relocation." "We need to regroup, let them know the situation, then we thought we'd go find Hathaway's people." "Point of that being?" "Form a new resistance movement." "The Human resistance movement." "Let's go!" "The Volm want to fight the Espheni, let them." "We got our own fight." "Pope was right about one thing." "What's that?" "It does feel like old times." "Miles to go, Dan." "Miles to go." "Alexis?" "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man"