Invasion

He watches over you.

Your home awaits.

Fuck.

Sir! Sir!

-Sergeant, he wouldn't stop. -Hey!

SOC Trevante Cole, US Navy SEAL.

I need your first plane back to America. DC, Virginia, whatever the fuck you got.

-Okay? -Chief, there is no next plane.

This is an air base, an airfield. What the fuck you talking about?

It is here for the defense of these people.

We certainly aren't flying anyone or anything to the US.

Fine. I'll get on a commercial. Private. Just whatever you got.

I don't think you comprehend. No one's flying to the US.

There's no longer any operating air traffic control system.

We just got here, sir.

And we've grounded you. You're one of the lucky few.

We've lost more aircraft than I care to count.

A bloody good number over the Atlantic.

Just get me a pilot, a plane or a fucking manual is all I'm asking.

No one is leaving here. Not in the air and not on the ground.

We have no planes, no transports, Chief.

-Sergeant, show him out. -Don't fucking touch me.

Hey! Listen, I got a wife.

And she's waiting for me, okay?

-Sir. -Please. I made a promise to her.

I've already come halfway across the world, and I'm not stopping now, okay?

I made a promise.

And I'm not about to let some tight-ass British motherfucker

like you or him get in the way of that happening.

Do you comprehend that, sir?

Airman, tell our gunners

that Chief Cole here is clear to leave the perimeter as he wishes.

We will allow him his sidearm,

and we wish him Godspeed on his journey to cross the Atlantic Ocean.

May he find a worthy sailboat.

Hey, Luke.

You got a special mom here.

He's a lot more special than I am.

Can I go? I don't wanna eat this.

You need to eat something.

Can I please just go?

-Where would you go? -To Dad.

Okay. You will go right to him.

Mom, he's literally right there.

Right to him.

I will.

Hey, hey, hey.

Take your backpack and keep it with you. Okay?

Take your food.

You're a good mom.

I don't know. I try.

I didn't know you had a family.

I have them.

Yeah.

I had a family.

I'm sorry.

No… No, no, not from this.

It's been a few years. Nothing happened, just…

Highest rates among doctors and all.

Highest rates?

Divorce.

We made sense when we started.

Then things changed.

Or maybe I did.

I know what you mean.

I'm happy you found this place.

I mean, we need you here.

Doctor, you are smart.

You're skilled. You're instinctive. We're all just making it up as we go.

Hey.

Can I show you something?

Hey.

I'm Jack.

Luke.

Wanna see something cool, Luke?

I mean, scary cool, but cool.

It's the part of the place they don't want us to see.

They're lying to you.

Whatever they've told you.

If you don't free me, if you don't help me,

the whole world will die.

Everyone you care about will die.

You hear me?

What's your name?

Coward.

How many times do I need to tell you to…

are you stupid?

Give us the room.

Please.

…You?

I didn't have a choice.

We need immediate access to the Hoshi-12 communications system.

I was seconds from contact!

You stopped me --

We have fixed coordinates.

They're locked on.

We need access.

"Fixed coordinates"?

It's in geo-sync orbit.

It's being held.

By them.

It's the only contact.

The Hoshi-12 is the only communications channel we have up there.

What's left of the Hoshi-12.

I won't give them anything.

She's gone.

Please.

Don't do this to yourself.

The Hoshi mission is over.

This is something else now.

To you maybe.

This is bigger than us.

There may be nobody left to save.

Tell them I'm the only chance they have at making contact.

They know that--

And I'm only helping…

if I'm the one making contact.

I don't think you're in a position to negotiate.

I don't think you have any other choice.

Tell them.

She'll run the comms team.

Unless you want

to waste six hours tripping the security lockout protocols she's installed.

Then let's move.

Bring her team in.

"Lockout protocols"?

Like you said. We need you.

This is how it always is.

Is-- Is that Dettol?

Mum?

Oh, shit.

Come on. Fu--

Okay.

Come on. Fuck it. Come on. Work, work, work. Come on, work.

You worked before. Come on.

Okay. Fucking work.

Work.

It should work. Work.

421-6274.

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Pick up.

-Hey. -Rah! Hey! It's Trev. Rah! Hello?

I don't even know if you're gonna hear this…

But I don't have cell, and this is the only landline I know, so…

I guess you know there's no work anymore.

Everyone's hiding. Everyone's running.

But maybe you'll call here anyway.

They're making us all leave. It's bad.

I don't know what's gonna happen or where I'll be, so…

I can't promise I'm not scared.

I know you're worried.

I know you are, 'cause you worry a lot

even when you're not here.

And that's okay.

I worry about you too. I'm always worried about you.

-Trev? -Yeah?

This is a war we can't win.

And I'm not mad at you.

I'm mad at what happened to us.

Because I didn't do that.

You didn't do that.

And there was nothing you could do, except…

except maybe be here with me.

And I know why you aren't. I know.

And like I said, I'm not mad, I…

Maybe I am. Maybe I am mad.

I'm mad because I love you.

I will always love you.

And I will always love him.

Me too.

Love doesn't die, Trev.

People do sometimes.

And I guess…

I'm in London.

I'm in London. I mean, I don't really know where I am. I…

I don't know where I'm going. I'm just…

I love him.

I love him too.

I can't stop loving him.

It hurts.

And I'm scared.

I'm scared.

There's no planes, Rah.

No people, just-- just nothing. The world's over.

It's…

Now it's just me and you.

I want you to know that I'm-- I'm there with you.

I'm holding you. I'm touching you.

I'm telling you that I love you.

I'm telling you I love you

when you're yelling at me in the kitchen under the light,

throwing all types of shit at me 'cause you're mad.

Right?

And that's okay.

You're-- That's okay.

Because I'm telling you that I'm sorry, and that I mean it this time.

And maybe you'll…

And maybe you'll give me another chance.

And I'm holding you, you know.

And I'm telling you I love you.