Invasion

Laser Array Frequency Test 19-B,

commence.

Check levels.

Levels are a go.

Okay. We're operational.

- I'm on my way out. - Copy that.

Yamato? Coming?

On my way.

Go to 44 kilohertz.

- Mm-mmm. - Go to UHF.

No change.

We can adjust amplitude.

Why is it not working?

Damn.

Lost my bet. I thought soonest would be tomorrow.

What is this?

Once in a while, the alien emits this signal.

We don't know why but it is always the same.

Here. Check it out.

And now.

That's it.

What's it doing?

No idea.

Transmit to Nikhil.

- Done. - It's probably just dying gasps.

The ship is like a giant damaged bio-organism.

Alien gas.

Hmm.

How often does it happen?

Sometimes it's days, sometimes hours.

Nikhil was all excited in the beginning,

but now it just goes in the data slush pile.

There's only so much bandwidth in the apocalypse.

Base Camp Three, come in.

Base Camp Three here.

Requesting Mitsuki Yamato to the clinic.

Copy. Out.

Time to get your brain scanned.

This is not necessary. I'm fine. I need to get back.

There's increased activity in the angular gyrus and Wernicke's.

Sounds or voices with no identifiable source?

I didn't say anything yet. Why are you writing?

And if you say you'll answer my question when this is done...

Then I'll answer your question when this is done.

I'm fine. I'll tell you when I'm not.

Actually, I'll tell you when you're not.

But I'll let you get back to it.

How's it coming?

The work.

Any progress establishing communication?

Not really.

But I can...

Sometimes I feel like...

Like I can feel it watching me.

Be careful in there, okay?

You don't want it prying around in your head

any more than it wants you exposing its secrets.

Mitsuki?

I know him.

Oleg Varga.

Won the Nobel Prize in physics three years ago.

Are you okay?

- Yes, I'm... - Fine.

You know,

now would be the time to ask me questions.

I think they need you more than I do.

What did you do?

Nothing. We're running the sequences. Still no response.

Do that last one again.

What?

Do it again.

Run 92. Go.

Reading's stable.

What's she doing?

I don't know.

Go back one more.

Run 91, go.

Stable.

Run 90, go.

That one. Do it again.

Uh. Hey, Yamato.

- W-What's going on? - Come down here.

Bring the transmitter.

- Think we got another burnout? - Yeah. We'll see.

These things creep me out.

Yamato, what's going on?

Run it again.

Run 90.

Go.

Holy shi...

Why would you mark a stolen car like that?

What if they see?

They care more about people finding us than hiding.

The Movement's number one directive is we don't abandon people.

It's a good rule.

Where are you guys from?

Marion, Ohio.

It's this little nothing town, kind of in the middle of nowhere.

But I guess everywhere is kind of nowhere now.

What about you?

New York.

What was that language that you and your mom were speaking this morning?

She's teaching us Farsi.

She grew up in Syria but her mom's Iranian.

I don't know. I guess she misses home or something.

Ry, honey. Let's get everybody loaded up.

I don't think your mother would like you doing that.

Hey, give me that can before your mom sees.

- Sam. - Ooh. Too late.

Go inside.

Make sure your sister's things are all packed.

I'll meet you there.

There. In two minutes. Go.

What is this?

Just a kid being a kid, I guess.

Take us to the next refugee center.

Do not talk to my kids.

Okay.

You ever let your guard down?

What?

I said, "Do you ever let your guard down?"

How do you expect your kids to do it if you don't know how to do it yourself?

Keeping this guard up has kept us alive.

We will take the ride, thank you.

We will be out of your way.

Okay, let's go!

Morning, Wade.

- Morning, Rosey. - Did you ask him yet?

Rosey, he's busy. You know the military has got the sheriff running around.

- I'm pushing water uphill here, Wade. - Hey, they brought a guy in last night.

He's in the cell. Okay, transpo will get him this afternoon.

And what am I supposed to do? Feed him?

Yeah. I mean, that'd be humane.

- Thirty-seven, as of yesterday, Wade. - I know, Rosey. I know.

I just don't know what I can...

I'll ask him.

Please.

- Thank you. -

It's about damn time!

I've been here all night. Y'all ain't got no on-duty officers?

Now, come on. What's that about?

Apologies. We're a little short-staffed on account of the whole alien invasion.

Transport will be here in a couple of hours.

Just sit tight until then.

Good morning, Miss Jilly.

Okay, now. You know I'd call if there was any news, right?

I'm sorry, no.

You holding up okay?

I'm okay, ma'am. Thanks for asking.

Okay, I'll talk to you tomorrow.

You guys got nothing to hold me on. Check your logs.

Go ahead, check them.

You're talking to the wrong person, buddy. I just answer phones.

Okay, fine. Look.

Please, I came in here with a notebook.

I just want to know where it is and know that it's safe.

I assure you your belongings are safe,

and will be returned to you when the van gets here.

I'll get you breakfast in a bit. I've got work.

Okay, like tracking down all these missing people?

I mean there's gotta be at least 30-something posters on these walls

and it looks to me you're gonna need all the help that you can get.

How about you let me out this cell and get me my notebook

before you run out of citizens to go missing and walls to put 'em on.

Why? 'Cause you're gonna help me find these people?

If they give me my notebook, yeah.

You've lost someone.

You got that look.

Hmm. Which one's yours?

Maybe I can help you find them.

That's not funny.

- I'm not trying to be funny. - Okay.

See, I get the savior complex.

Hell, I wish some random guy in a jail cell had the answer,

but I'm afraid Mr... Sorry, what's your name?

Cole. Trevante Cole.

Navy SEAL. Two tours Afghanistan, one tour Iraq.

One of them.

Let me show you something.

Mmm. This guy's my favorite.

This man hiked all the way from Alaska

because he heard we had an alien-fighting brigade

and he wanted to join.

This woman saw little green men in a dream,

wanted to make sure we had a sketch.

This lady talks to the recently abducted.

Can you do that?

You know what every single one of these people had in common?

Every one of them came looking for an answer, a reason, some bigger picture.

But not one of them gave a goddamn about this town.

Jacquelyn ran the pet grooming business in town for 20 years.

Nels has three sons, seven grandkids, and his wife still calls every morning

to make sure that there's no news.

Eileen Grady there, we went to school together.

She was Deputy here.

That's who I've lost. Everyone on these walls.

And all those people out there trying to live their lives,