Falling Skies

- 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.

You stand by...

Three...

Two...One...

Let's go! Let's go!

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.

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Take cover!

Come on!

Behind you!

Maggie!

What the hell is that?!

Aah!

Wait for it! Fire!

Aah!

I'm out of ammo!

I'm out! I'm out!

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 Mega-Mechs 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!

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

Please don't call me that.

That'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

is 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 loves best -- chairing committee meetings.

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.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, okay.

All right, boys.

Don't mess with me now.

I am 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.

I'll 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?

Not gonna be any better down there -- I don't think so.

Look, we got alien battalions just looking to fry our ass.

To hell with this.

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

I'll be in the nest.

Diego.

Come on. 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. Grab his neck.

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

so this should be a fairly quick procedure

with a short recovery.

And 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 awhile --

at least until our baby is born?

Uh, 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.