Falling Skies

See anything?

Nope.

Well, keep looking.

We're only supposed to be patrolling

two clicks from the perimeter.

Don't worry. I know my way back to camp.

See that?

- Got him! - Nice shot.

Oh, that's nasty.

12 gauge will do that.

I thought it was dead.

It is now.

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He insisted on sleeping with it.

Don't worry. I made sure it's unloaded.

- Where's Ben? - He's on patrol.

- That's two nights in a row. - He and Jimmy, they're a good team.

They got each other's backs. There's nothing to worry about.

You should get some sleep.

You're on perimeter at 0600, aren't you?

Don't remind me.

When is Weaver putting you back on the line?

I'm gonna go talk to him about it right now.

Good.

Night.

If he's still feverish in the morning, come find me.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Give me a hand? - Sure.

This hangar is a perfect storm for infection transmission.

Close quarters and a cold, drafty environment.

It's a wonder I don't have a line of pneumonia cases

outside my door.

We've been here over a week.

Besides being sick, people are getting restless.

I know. It's not a good situation.

I'm going a little stir-crazy myself.

That's why I'm gonna talk to Weaver,

try to convince him that we need to move out of here

sooner than later. - Good.

No, save it for somebody else.

I'd rather give you a blanket now

than antibiotics later.

I have plenty of blankets.

Thanks.

Just doing my job.

You should get some sleep, Anne.

Sleep? What's that?

Seriously. You look beat.

Might say the same thing about you.

In fact, you look terrible.

- What? - Sorry.

- You look great. - Really?

No.

It's nice to hear you laugh.

Yeah. It's been a while since I've wanted to.

Midnight.

- Excuse me. - Sorry.

It's good that you keep track of the days.

Somebody's got to.

The way I see it is every day I mark off

is another day we're still here, still alive.

That's a lot of X's.

Yes.

- It's a good thing. - It is.

Really good.

I got to go see Captain Weaver.

Let me know what he says, okay?

Of course. Of course.

Recon has spotted massive alien formations

in the Hudson Valley, combing the countryside.

They got to be looking for us, 'cause there's nobody else here.

Yeah.

And we've seen twice the number of Beamer patrols

since we crossed the Housatonic.

So it's only a matter of time before they find us, then.

Agreed.

So we got to move. The question is where.

We'll push north into the Catskills.

I rode through those hills from Michigan.

There's nothing up there.

Which is why it'll be a good place

for us to bed down for the winter.

Captain, with all due respect,

if we're resting, we're not resisting.

Look out there, Tom.

Our people have given everything to this fight.

Half our fighters are gone.

And once the Mercury drops,

I can't see us fighting Skitters and the weather

at the same time.

They'll think we've surrendered.

You of all people should know

that there's a big difference between retreat and surrender.

To us, but not to them.

Believe me, if we disappear up into the hills,

crammed together like matchsticks,

freezing our asses off instead of pressing the fight,

we're doing exactly what they want.

Your concern is noted.

Jamil needs a few more days to repair the vehicles,

and then we head north to the Catskills.

Yes, sir.

Pope?

Professor. Ain't it a lovely night?

- What are you doing out here? - Waiting for you.

You sure about this, boss?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Let's get this alien stooge out of here

before he causes any real damage.

Sorry for all the dramatics, Professor.

What's this all about?

I think you know.

I don't know what your alien friends did to you,

but I for one do not want to find out.

Since you and I go way back,

I'm gonna give you the chance to do the honorable thing

and walk away.

Just like that?

You expect me to walk away from the 2nd Mass?

Just like that.

And what? Leave my boys in your care?

Your boys will be looked after as if they were my own.

That's a promise. Even the spiky one.

Unless, of course, he goes full Skitter,

and then all bets are off.

You're not gonna get away with this.

Oh, I think I will.

You'd be surprised how many people back at camp

are creeped out over your triumphant return.

Not so many people will miss you as you might think.

So do us all a favor. Start walking.

I said move!

What the...

- Drop your weapons! - Ben.

I said drop 'em.

He won't miss next time.

Hey, Professor Mason.

Jimmy. What are you doing out here?

On our way back from patrol.

You are a long way from the outer perimeter there, lizard --

I'm just glad you're here.

Jimmy, grab that rifle.

We'll take it back to camp.

What are we gonna do about them?

That's for Captain Weaver to decide.

You didn't know anything about this, Anthony?

No, sir.

Look, Pope was smart enough to keep me out of the loop.

He knew I wouldn't let it happen.

Cap, come on.

I think Pope and his Berserkers have outlived their usefulness.

Agreed. They're out of control.

When we move out for the catskills,

we leave them all behind.

Lyle, Tector, Crazy Lee -- they're just following orders.

They're not the problem. Pope's the problem.

Wait a minute. I'm not defending what Pope did.

But the man does have a point.

Tom, no offense, but no one knows

what the aliens might have done to you.

No, no, no. Dr. Glass removed whatever it was.

Or we just found what they wanted us to.

I'm just saying that Pope isn't the only one wondering

if Tom is a walking time bomb.

He's right. Anthony's right.

We can't be 100% certain what they did to me.

I could still pose a threat to the group.

Dad, there's no way you're a threat --

But we've lost a lot of fighters.

The 2nd Mass isn't exactly in a position to be picky.

The benefit of giving me a weapon

outweighs the risk of me being a liability.

Wouldn't you say, Captain?

That's how I see it, yes.

Well, then the same has to hold true for Pope.

You lost me there, Tom.

We need him.

For better or worse, they listen to him.

And the Berserkers do the things

that the rest of us can't or won't.

We've given Pope too many chances already.

- Something has got to change. - Agreed.

Assign me to the Berserkers.

If I know where he is, I can keep my eye on him.

So?

Permission to join the Berserkers, Captain?

Fine.

Permission granted.

Fresh air!

Listen up.

I'd like nothing better

than to leave you stewing in your own filth.

But after speaking with Tom, I have a proposition for you.

Tom Mason. Savior of the 2nd Mass.

I'm assigning Tom to the Berserkers.

Are you insane?

I don't know.

If I am, I guess we'll have that in common.

The fatal mistake here, cap,

is assuming that I am the enemy.