Falling Skies

Previously on Falling Skies...

Oppression is in your nature.

And that is your justification for the murder of billions?

What the hell happened here?

So these bastards are shooting each other now?

Maggie...

Don't.

In the harnessing facility...

I saw your spikes glow.

You can rat me out if you want,

but I am not signing my own death warrant.

I hope you're not afraid.

Whatever you think they've done to me,

I'm still Karen.

Hey, sleepyhead.

Hey.

Morning already?

Yep. Time to go to work.

You know Weaver and his schedules.

"Tom, we're gonna have meetings

"every morning at 9:00.

"Rain or shine, come hell or high water,

"come Skitters or Mechs dancing in the mess hall.

"And, Tom...

I can't abide any tardiness."

We've been here two weeks,

and already everything feels so...

Normal?

Normal like the way it was before?

That's too hard to imagine.

Although I do miss some things.

Like what?

Taking a deep breath of clean, crisp, New England air.

Hmm.

Oh, and the smell of coffee brewing.

And?

The sound of my boys waking up,

fighting over who gets the bathroom.

Those three...

constantly, always on each other about the stupidest stuff,

like TV or socks or...

Cereal.

Rebecca constantly having to be the...

referee.

Sorry.

Nothing to be sorry about.

I had a husband, too. And a son.

I miss them -- sometimes very much.

But this is what we have now.

I know.

And it feels nice.

Yeah, it feels nice.

It feels really nice.

Mm.

But I'm gonna be late.

Me too.

So, can we pick this up later?

Mm. We have to.

After dinner?

Mm. Or after lunch?

Oh, that sounds even better.

It's a date.

Hi. Sorry.

That's twice this week, Tom.

Yes, sir.

Well, that just underlines the main point of the discussion

that we're going to have this morning.

Fact is, this whole company...

become too relaxed, too complacent.

I can see it already

in the neglected chores and the sloppy drilling,

the tardiness.

Captain, with all due respect,

2nd Mass has been through quite a lot these last few months.

A little R&R can't be a bad thing.

I disagree, Tom. It can be the death of us.

We cannot afford to let our guard down

for even one single day.

Now, this whole reason,

the point we stopped here was to restock and prep

for the long haul... haul to Charleston.

Captain?

Hold on. I'm fine. Gonna be all right?

Just push the...

Captain Weaver?!

What's happening? What's happening?

Oh, my gosh.

Somebody go get Dr. Glass right now!

Dr. Glass!

What have they done to me?

What have those damn aliens done to me, Tom?

Hold him! Hold him steady!

Captain?!

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Tom? Yeah.

I gave him a monster dose of Lorazepam -- no effect.

Ohh.

I need you... to take over.

You hear me? You're gonna be fine.

Listen!

Don't worry about me.

You just get the 2nd Mass to Charleston.

I'm counting on you.

I don't understand. How did this happen?

This.

I tried every antibiotic

and every antiviral medication we have here --

no effect at all. What is that?

Is that venom from the harness spike?

Probably, but every test we've given him turned out negative.

No signs of anything out of the ordinary.

That looks pretty out of the ordinary.

If there's something there,

it's too small for us to see with the equipment we have here.

I've been trying to keep the spread localized to his legs.

Wait a second.

You mean this has been spreading for a while?

Yes -- why didn't you tell me?

Believe me, I wanted to,

but Captain Weaver was clear --

he didn't want anyone to know -- especially you.

Especially me?

We could have done something sooner.

Like what? Like getting him to Charleston,

where maybe they have a doctor

that knows what to do about it.

What I know is this poison,

or whatever it is, is spreading.

So, that's all the more reason to get him to Charleston, then.

Tom -- listen. So do what you can for him.

Stabilize him, prep the med bus.

We're leaving tonight.

Just for the record,

I think it's crazy you're out here on patrol already.

How many times do I have to remind you

how much I hate hospitals?

You're risking pulling out your stitches,

possible infection, maybe getting shot again,

just to be out here with me.

You know what that means? You like me.

Typical guy -- making it all about you.

You know what I mean.

I do.

Hal, we're gonna have to talk about some things.

Oh, not this again. Yes, this again.

Look, I get what you're saying.

No, I don't think you do.

Hal, I'm... Not the right person for you.

Don't I get to decide that?

What is it about "I want to be with you"

that you don't understand?

All of it.

Which is why I'm trying to say

nothing can happen between us.

Okay. 'Cause you don't like me. I get it.

No.

No, the truth is I asked Weaver to move me to another unit.

Oh, what? Whose? Goodman's.

Goodman?

Yeah. Goodman.

Isn't he's like 50?

Hal...

- Hey, no, I'm just asking. - That's --

God!

He had his harness removed.

Oh, God.

Hal...there's more.

Oh, my God.

They're all dead.

We got to be sure.

Ohh.

Hal! Yeah.

Karen!

Karen.

I don't understand.

Help me!

Karen.

Karen!

Karen!

Karen!

I'm not gonna sugarcoat the situation.

Captain Weaver is in serious medical trouble.

Dr. Glass is doing everything possible,

but so far nothing seems to be working.

I believe we have no choice but to get back on the road

and get to Charleston.

I think that's not only Captain Weaver's best chance

but ours, as well.

Like when? We should be ready to leave by tonight.

Uh, well -- well, that -- that might be a problem.

Okay.

Well, on Captain Weaver's orders,

I've been draining the fuel from the vehicles

that run on diesel to keep the hospital generator going.

We don't have enough fuel to get to Charleston.

We barely had enough to get here from Richmond.

Captain Weaver knew about this?

We've been trying to scout fuel depots for weeks,

but haven't had any luck.

Yeah, which is why the captain