Falling Skies

Glad you could make it, Dan.

Well, I'm sorry I'm late to the party.

Was shoring up the southern wall

in case the damn skitters attacked again.

We gonna use that thing to bomb the bastards, like last time?

Not like last time.

A toy plane carries a toy bomb.

Wouldn't even make a dent in that mess.

Unbelievable.

There's twice as many as before.

Dingaan: Ah, not to worry.

This should take them all out in one fell swoop.

I cooked down the leftover fertilizer,

made white phosphorus.

W.P.?

I've seen that used in some wars. It's nasty stuff.

We added an aerosol sprayer onto the bottom of this drone.

So we're gonna crop-dust the whole valley with it.

That's the plan. Genius.

Anne: They're feeding on croomia.

We studied it in med school.

It's rare, but it has great medicinal and nutritional value.

Everything a growing skitter needs in order to attack us.

Once that stuff is gone...

We'll be back on the menu.

So let's do this.

Good job.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Now.

== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man

So far, our primary focus

has been on dismantling dormant Espheni technology,

preventing the enemy from becoming a threat

should they get their power core back online.

And from there, it's simple.

Kill as many of their bio-creations as possible

and advance.

If all the militias around the globe do this,

we can gut the Espheni war machine

and take back our home.

Okay, okay. I don't think we need to watch that again.

I had no idea you were such a natural.

It's time for a personal stylist.

Apparently, even the Volm cameras add 10 pounds.

Under my father's orders,

the Volm distributed this message

to every rebel group we could locate worldwide.

The good news is

that these Mason militias have been quite successful.

Wait -- "Mason militias"?

No, they -- they can't call them that.

So far, your global coalition

has destroyed an estimated 52% of all Espheni technology.

Good. Good. You said "good news."

What's the bad news?

This gray area, less than a square mile,

is inaccessible to our reconnaissance efforts.

That's Fayetteville.

They're jamming you, aren't they?

To hide what? Why?

It could be an early effort to launch a new power core.

But if they don't have power,

how can they power a jamming device?

The power core was supporting their greater war machine --

Beamers, mechs.

Which we're systematically disabling.

Yes.

However, the Espheni also have

self-contained energy mechanisms for smaller applications,

such as communication transmitters.

Jamming devices.

Bottom line -- we underestimate this enemy at our peril.

Apparently, they're up to something in Fayetteville.

We take the 2nd Mass there, and we stop them.

What's this other static here, up in the northeast?

Jesus Christ. That's Washington, D.C.

Uh-huh.

What the hell's going on in D.C.?

We do not know, Tom Mason.

Not yet.

Hey.

You should eat.

Is there anything else I can --

Yeah -- keep your promise.

You said you could make my brother better.

I'm so sorry.

You knew it couldn't be done.

You just wanted to steal our food.

Is that him?

Is that Brian?

Yep.

Only picture I could recover.

He's 8 here. I'm 11.

For what it's worth, I think you're safer with us.

But is he?

C-Catie?

What just happened?

Noth-- I-I have to go.

That was him. That was Brian.

He was the only one that ever called me Catie.

I think 'cause we both have Espheni DNA,

I can connect to his mind.

Can you let me talk to him?

No, I-I-I don't think this is a good idea.

Then you can.

Will you?

Please. Please.

I've spent months praying

that my brother was still in there.

He's the only family I have left.

Love...

...you.

Brian?

Pain. What can I do?

Can I take away the pain somehow?

Hurt!

You!

No, no, no, no! Don't stop -- please! Please!

I-I didn't break the connection. He broke the connection.

What did he mean about hurting me?

I just -- I think that he...

He wants you to know that he -- he loves you,

and he doesn't want to hurt you,

but he doesn't know if he can help himself.

You hear that?

I heard it when I was on patrol.

Came up here to check it out.

Tom: It's a bottomless pit.

Weaver: They're streaming in through that choke point.

What are they waiting for?

Must have an overlord.

Question is, where is he?

Where's he getting all the skitters?

We are wasting too much time on this.

We can't even get out of the starting gate.

I gave an order to the other militias

that I can't even follow myself.

Maybe that's the point -- the Espheni stall us

with skitters and hornets till they can get

their remaining tech weapons back online.

Why don't we just crop-dust them again?

We could, but I only have enough fertilizer for one more batch.

Doesn't matter, anyway.

The Espheni are replacing them as fast as we can kill them.

But how are they replacing them?

They were pouring into that valley like starving children.

I'm just wondering if they're reproducing them somehow.

Reproducing? They're making them?

Yes -- biologically.

I mean, we know

that their mechanical weapons are down, right?

They have no Beamers, no mechs,

so all that's left are biological weapons.

Hornets and skitters -- they don't need power.

They just need to eat.

So the Espheni are growing them?

Maybe -- I mean, we know they're obsessed

with DNA, genetic mutations.

Like Brian.

Right. And that insect that we caught.

Now what?

Anthony, what happened?!

I heard a noise, and I came in to check.

Anne!

Weaver: What happened, Anthony?

Soon as I got in here,

that...thing extended its freakin' arm,

shot his claw out like one of those telescoping Billy clubs

I used to carry as a cop.

I was -- I was all the way over here,

and it just grabbed me and slammed my head into the wall.

All right, that's it! We hunt this thing down, and we kill it.

No. We don't have time to go hunting right now.

You're saying we're not gonna go looking for this?

Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying. We leave it alone.

If it comes back, you all have my permission

to shoot it on sight.

Weaver: Wait a minute, Tom.

He ran. He didn't hurt anybody.

He could have come after any of us. He didn't.

What about Caitlin?

D-dragged her away.

Maggie.

I put them in this position. I need to take responsibility.

I need you with the 2nd Mass.

I'm going. Damn it! Maggie!

You can't go alone.

Your dad's right -- you guys should all be focused

on finding the source of those skitters.

Yeah, and you need somebody to watch your back.

Who knows what that thing is --

He's a person.

Okay, person -- ...is capable of.

I don't want to put you in that position with your dad.