Falling Skies

Falling Skies S02E01 Worlds Apart (Cessez le feu) (VO&VF+STFR&EN)

Tom?

Tom.

Anthony!

Open fire!

Where the hell is our backup?

Keep your heads down! Make every shot count!

Remember the drill, Five-O.

Arms, legs, then the cabeza!

You ever think you enjoy these turkey shoots a bit too much, convict?

Life hands you lemons...

Go! ...you blow its frigging head off!

Cease fire! Save your ammo.

Cease fire! Ben, stop shooting!

Captain, we look good down here!

Get the hell out of there!

We got eight minutes tops before those beamers respond.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Jimmy, stay close.

- Ben, come on. We're moving out. - Got one still moving.

- Can't get a shot. - Well, leave it.

Ben!

Ben.

What the hell are you doing?

Ben.

- Ben, orders are to bug out. - There's another one. I can feel it.

Dad?

Dad.

It's Dad.

Dad?

- Dad. - Ben.

Ben. Hal.

You're alive. Thank God.

We got beamers on top of us.

Where the hell is Hal and Ben?

That wasn't eight minutes.

Looks like the bad guys are growing a brain.

Captain, hold on! Hold on, captain!

Gotta get him to the back of the truck.

- Tom. - He's hurt bad. Get the back open.

Let's get him in the truck. - Pope, Anthony, get out of here now!

Get him in the back.

- Where's he hurt? - Come on. Hurry up.

Mason?

Where the hell did he come from?

Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Easy. Easy.

Dr. Glass! Dr. Glass!

Anne! Somebody get Anne.

Out of the way. - Incoming!

Get out of the way.

- Let him through. - Easy.

- Tom Mason is alive. - Tom?

Is he okay? - Oh, my God. Tom?

He's been shot. He's lost a lot of blood.

- Anne? - Was it a mech?

Tell Ben it wasn't his fault.

It was an accident. Friendly fire.

I didn't know. It was dark. Skitters...

Ben, I gotta go.

Ben, it's okay.

Let's turn him over.

It's okay.

No exit wound. That means the bullet's still inside.

Lourdes, I need his pressure.

- Dad! Dad! - Hey, buddy.

- What happened to him? - He's been hurt pretty bad, buddy.

But he's gonna be okay, right?

90/70.

Start an IV, okay.

And go get the propofol we found in Fitchburg.

I can't stop the bleeding until I find out where the bullet is. I have to go in, Tom.

Guys, I know how much you wanna be here, but...

She's right. Come on. Let's give them some room. Let's give them some room.

Come on, Ben. It's all right. Let's give them some room.

Thanks for that.

I go in blind like this, I could make things worse.

I trust you.

Hey!

I've been here for days!

I wanna know about my son!

Don't.

Karen?

Sorry for this, Tom.

I hope you're not afraid.

Whatever you think they've done to me...

...I'm still Karen.

This way.

You said what they were doing to Ben was a process.

- Whatever it is, can it be stopped? - That's up to you.

- Me? - Tom, it's time to face facts.

They've won.

There's no use prolonging hostilities for either side.

- Meaning they're asking for a cease-fire? - No.

They're allowing the resistance to surrender.

Allowing the resistance to surrender?

Sounds like we've been more trouble than expected.

Don't overestimate a few small victories.

The resistance is an inconvenience.

They are offering you a gift, Tom.

A chance to have a life.

A real life, with Hal and Matt and Ben.

- You expect me to take that on faith? - No.

Not on faith.

Once you hear what they have to offer, I'm sure you'll understand...

...everything.

- Kick it. - Go ahead, load it up.

They got one.

They finally got the bullet out, but Anne says he's looking pretty weak.

Your father's a fighter. I know that firsthand.

You saw the way he looked. No telling what else he's been through.

- How's Ben handling it? - He's been keeping to himself.

- You know, he's gotta feel like hell. - Notice anything else about him?

Ben's fine, all right? If the skitters are still pulling his strings...

...I think they'd make him miss every now and then.

I still want you to keep an eye on him.

I know you're worried about your father, Hal, but we got a situation here.

Yeah, like how this eight-minute escape window just turned into two.

Those munitions we lucked into allowed us to inflict some serious pain...

...but these ambushes were supposed to be a holding action till we got new orders.

You're not thinking about backing down, are you?

We haven't heard word one from any of the other units since that attack on Boston.

For all I know, we're the only ones still left in the fight.

I'm for killing these bastards every chance we get...

...but we get boxed in, we may not come out.

So we don't get boxed in.

We're finally drawing blood. That was the point, right?

Gotta hurt them as much as they hurt us.

I'm gonna go get some air. If anything changes, just come outside.

The girl told us you were a historian before we came.

Karen?

It's not her anymore, is it? I'm talking to you?

She is allowing me to speak through her.

Allowing? She has no choice.

You took her like you took Ben and everything else.

There was no other way.

We've studied you in great detail, professor.

We've drawn from that to make a proposal that would end hostilities between us.

In exchange for sanctuary...

...we will set aside a protected area where human survivors will be relocated.

Some kind of prison camp.

A place where you would be allowed to live in peace.

You must be familiar with the concept.

It's taken directly from your own history.

The worst of it.

You can't handpick from our darkest moments like Cambodia or Nazi Germany.

Or Nanking, My Lai, the Trail of Tears.

Please, Professor Mason, we can think of dozens of more examples.

Be honest. Oppression is in your nature.

And that is yourjustification for the murder of billions?

If those atrocities are the worst of us...

...what does that make you?

The ones who will decide if your world lives or dies.

Ben, I've been looking for you. - I wanted to be by myself for a while.

- You heard what happened, right? - Yeah. I know you didn't mean to hurt Dad.

- You're going out again. - Got no choice.

Pope and Anthony sent another alien patrol our direction.

If we don't ambush them on our terms, they could roll right over us.

It's not fair. I should be going with you.

Look, you're nowhere near ready.

Because everyone keeps treating me like a little kid.

I'm old enough to fight.

Old enough to know how, at least.

How about this? When I get back, I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

Sure you're up for this?

Skitters are coming, whether we like it or not.

Hey, thanks, buddy.

Oh, sorry. Go ahead. You first.

Wow, you sure know how to impress a girl.

What's next, his-and-her grenade launchers?

Who knows? I might do something crazy like open a door for you.

Hey, Ben.

Hey, wait up.

I know what happened with Dad was an accident...

...but the next time I give an order, I need to know you're gonna listen.

- Whatever you say. - Hey, hold up. Hey.

What's up? I don't get you. I mean, as much as he got into it with Weaver...

...Dad always understood chain of command.

I'll follow your orders, but you're not Dad, okay?

Pretty sweet spot for wasting skitters.

Put a shooter up on the roof with a Barrett.

Yeah, a.50-cal will put a hole through anything.

Maybe get a cross fire going with that dry cleaner.

While you get that started, me and the brain trust...

...we'll get the cooties' attention. We'll come back to the north side.

Get out of the truck! Take cover!

Get out of the truck, Jimmy!

Get down.

Not the Harley.

Pope! Stop! Stop!

Come on, man. Let it go, bro. Let it go.

Come on.

- What the hell went wrong? - Damned if I know.

Never even got off a shot.

They're onto us. There's something else. The way they kept laying fire into the truck...

...after we bugged out, it's like that was the target.

We know they can pick up heat.

- Could be the engine got their attention. - First time they've targeted vehicles.

First time for everything. With these beamers on constant patrol...