Invasion

Repeat, do you copy, Trevante Cole?

- Signal's dead. -

From the mothership.

All his vitals.

- Hi. - Just come on in.

Everyone's in the living room.

All right, Trevante. Today's mission is to save the world.

Armstrong, no!

Armstrong, Armstrong!

President Zhou will be giving a speech shortly commemorating M-Day...

...the fall of the mothership just two years ago.

Human ingenuity.

I'm telling ya, we are the dominant species.

A stubborn bunch of assholes.

Steven, language.

Sorry, hon.

Follow me, Caspar.

Ready, Chief Cole.

I've got your back, big guy.

Our planet needs us.

Two years ago, two brave human beings, Trevante Cole and Caspar Morrow,

sacrificed their lives to save ours.

They toppled the mothership from our sky and the aliens haven't been...

Allie, run upstairs and grab your brother.

These men demonstrated the very best of what mankind can accomplish

if we stand together as one.

There it is.

A master alien.

Let's go save the world.

Toby!

No!

Well, now it's more like the real thing.

Destroyed.

Come on. Mom says it's starting.

Now we adapt.

And while our foundations were shaken again and again from attack after attack,

they remain.

So today we celebrate two years without alien aggression.

Two years since the fall of the mothership and the end of the invasion.

I ask that every human, as one, remember those we've lost.

- Did you see the M-Day sales? - Hon.

What?

- Not about the sales. - Come on.

Where's Armstrong?

Armstrong? Armstrong.

Here, boy.

Honey. Did you forget to close the door?

I will go look.

- I'll go look. -

- Thank you. That's a yes. - It's not me.

- We should go this weekend. - Yeah.

- - Of course.

Armstrong!

Armstrong?

Armstrong.

Armstrong?

Armstrong.

Get over here.

Armstrong?

Armstrong.

- -

- -

It's just chicken.

Then why don't they say chicken?

Every time I hear mystery meat,

I think of some hunter-killer carcass they fished up.

You ever had alien meat?

It doesn't taste like chicken. It's more tangy.

It's probably just another death rattle from the mothership.

Wish my mother stayed this dormant. I'll file the report.

- -

Yeah... That doesn't feel like a death rattle.

Command, this is portal control. We have a reading of 100 and rising.

Yes, sir, I'm sure. It's at 200 now and it's still rising.

When did the tremors start?

I don't know. Uh, like a minute ago.

- Is this a drill, sir? - Does this look like a drill?

- -

The portal is activating. Spread out and surround the hatch.

If you see any alien life form, fire on sight.

Opening the hatch in three, two, one.

- Captain. - Hold. Be ready for anything.

Holy shit.

- What do you see, private? - It's Trevante Cole, sir.

The show is in six days

which means we need all work for the install in four.

No exceptions.

- -

Half the countries in the world don't know what flag to fly.

The world is all muddled and those tossers are right ready

- to fight for their teams. -

I think it's nice. It means things are getting back to normal.

I will say I do support the men in shorts part.

Drink to that.

- I think the shorts need to be shorter. -

You can die too for all I care.

As you wish!

Oh, my sweet Westley. What have I done?

Oh, my... Love it. I love it.

It's... It's...

What is it?

It's not anything specific.

I mean, it's a feeling I guess.

The way I used to feel before.

Yes. Yes. Now I see it. Ugh, a genius.

It's beautiful. Really.

Well, you have to say that. You're my boyfriend.

What? I didn't see that part in my contract.

Hmm. It's in there.

Did anyone see that one?

Probably just some toff who knows art shite.

- No offense. -

None taken.

I'm gonna go have a look.

Just gonna go get some air.

What?

Hello?

Hello?

Anyone there?

Hey.

Hey, can anyone hear me?

You need to eat.

Who said that?

I said who said that? Who was that?

Where am I?

Am I on the ship?

Do you think you're on the ship?

Uh, no.

I don't know.

Are you sure?

I said I don't know.

Do you know your name?

What the fuck?

My name is Trevante Cole. What's your name?

My name doesn't matter. What's your rank?

- What's this? - What's your rank?

Chief Warrant Officer.

Mmm.

Family members?

Why are you asking me this?

To prove you are who you say you are.

Who else would I be?

They have a way of learning our memories.

Getting inside people's heads.

No, no, no.

Listen, I'm not one of those fucking aliens. Okay?

All right?

Hey, listen, if you're human...

If you're human, just let me out of here, okay?

Not until we're sure.

Sure? Sure about... I'm standing... I'm standing right here.

I'm standing right here.

Which is why I'm asking you questions.

What are you talking about? What does that even mean?

Where the fuck am I?

Caspar.

Where's Caspar?

Hey.

Hey, I asked you a question. Where's Caspar?

You asked a lot of questions.

Where is Caspar?

Morrow. Caspar Morrow.

Where is he?

Caspar Morrow died two years ago when the alien mothership crashed to Earth.

As did Trevante Cole.

Your vitals... His vitals...

showed no signs of life.

So I ask again, family members?