03x08 - Strange Brew

[bunniefuu]

If the grid is not destroyed, life as you know it will cease to exist.

Narrator: Previously on Falling Skies...

Anne and Alexis are missing.

We're gonna find them, Dad.

You guys get to Mechanicsville. I'll meet you there.

We still have a traitor roaming the streets of Charleston.

If we can hurt them, they'll leave.

If this hadn't happened, I'd be dealing with flu sh*ts.

I'd be grading mid-terms.

There isn't a day I think goes by that I don't wish and pray that your mother was still alive.

I just want everything back to the way it was.

Tom: Bryan, Mechs! Stay6 down![ g*nf*re ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Alarm blaring ]

[ Screaming ]

[ g*nf*re ]

[ Alarm beeping ]

[ Beeping stops ]

[ Groans ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighing ]

That must have been some dream.

You were flailing and kicking all night.

Aliens invaded.

Fun. Hmm.

Was I there?

The boys were there.

You, I'm not sure.

What day is it today, anyway?

Mm...Thursday.

You know what that means? Mnh-mnh.

Only 10 shopping days left till Christmas.

My list is on the fridge.

Mm.

I don't want to, but I have to get up.

Hey. Hmm?

I love you.

You should have bad dreams more often.

Yeah.

Mm, Tom, if I don't get up right now, there are three young men in this house who will starve.

Do you want that on your conscience -- at Christmastime?

It's fewer gifts I have to buy.

Oh, you're bad.

[ Dog barking ]

[ Siren wails in distance ]

[ Sniffs ]

Hmm. Oh, honey?

Could you stop by the dry cleaner on your way home?

Matt needs his suit for the holiday concert tomorrow night.

Sure.

What?

I was just thinking about how beautiful you are.

You are awfully sentimental this morning.

Well, some days, you just wake up and realize what a lucky man you are.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Pounding on door ]

[ Shouting in distance ]

[ Chuckles ]

And they're up.

Oh, you better hurry, mister. You're gonna be late for class.

Oh, by the way, who's Anne?

Mm. What?

You were talking about her in your sleep last night.

I was?

You were.

I have no idea.

Oh. Here, I thought I was the woman of your dreams.

♪ Falling Skies 3x08 ♪
Strange Brew
Original Air Date on July 21, 2013

Hal: Hey, Dad!

Celtics or Knicks tonight?

It depends on whether K.G. plays.

According to Dell'apa, he's still got the flu.

Knicks are tough.

So who do you pick? Boston or New York?

Oh, I got to go with the Celts.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey. I got a game today.

Got to have carbs. Oh, that's too bad -ll right, all right. Nobody's gonna starve.

Here you go. Thank you.

You guys gonna be able to make it? We're playing Belmont.

Uh...I wish I could.

Nice.

It's great to have such a supportive family.

The world doesn't revolve around you.

Hey.

[ Chuckles ]

I'll be there, sweetie.

The end of the world wouldn't keep me away.

[ Smooches ]

[ Refrigerator opens ]

[ Horn honks ]

See you, guys!

See you. Bye, Ben.

Denny: Hey, Benji. Hey, Denny.

Dad, can I borrow 10 bucks for gas?

What happened to the $10 I gave you yesterday?

Mom needed some cash.

Good morning, Professor. Hello, Rita.

Hi, Matty.

Hello.

Good morning.

Don't wait up, boys.

[ Keys jingle, car door closes ]

So, my little mole, what were you able to find out?

Where are they gonna spend New Year's?

Either Jacksonville or New York.

Hal wants to go see the Gator Bowl.

What's in New York?

Rita's aunt.

Gator Bowl or Rita's aunt --

I wonder which will be more fun.

[ Chuckles ]

Where would you go?

I would go to the Gator Bowl.

But knowing Hal, he's probably gonna end up in New York.

What Rita wants, Rita gets. Amen, brother.

[ Chuckles ]

Okay. Bye, Dad. Have a great day.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Banging ]

Open your eyes!

[ Banging ]

Wake up!

Come on. Let's go.

[ Police radio chatter ]

Keep going.

Happy holidays, sir. You have a good one.

Come on. Turn around.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Bell tolls ]

Hi.

Rough night? Oh, hey, Tom.

Yeah, I seem to have misplaced my keys, you know?

Hi. You forgot your keys.

See you in class, Professor.

Yeah. That happened. Mm-hmm.

Dean: Tom.

A little bird told me that you are the top candidate to fill my position when my term is up.

Now all you have to do is not mess it up.

Thank you, Dean.

Yeah, maybe the Philosophy department will finally get that funding it so desperately needs.

I wouldn't count on it, John.

[ Chuckles ]

Have a good day, Tom.

You, too.

Good morning. Good morning.

Anne Glass.

Second time she's called.

Did she say what it was about?

Yeah, she said it was personal.

I assumed you knew her.

I don't.

The fact is, Paul Revere did not become a nationally known figure until 1861 after Longfellow published the poem.

And from that point on, the historical facts of what happened on the night of April 18, 1775, took a backseat to the popular myth perpetrated by Longfellow.

Any questions?

Yes.

Are the rumors true? Are you leaving us?

Who's gonna take over your classes? Dr. Peralta?

Okay, okay.

Um...It's no big secret that I am being considered for Dean, but that doesn't mean that I'm gonna stop teaching.

I will have fewer classes next year, but I'll be around.

Okay, see you next Tuesday.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Professor Mason, you're the reason I changed my major.

Remember? Freshman year?

The role of women in the American Revolution.

I remember you being excited to find out that women did more than cook and darn their husbands' socks.

Yeah, women with g*ns -here's nothing sexier.

Well, we can always use another dedicated historian.

So, do you think you'll leave B.U.?

You'll probably move to New York, right?

I don't have any plans to leave, no.

Good.

Then I'll see you next week. Okay.

I'm gonna ace that final. I'm gonna hold you to that.

[ Telephone ringing ]

Hmm.

Early Christmas present?

It's from Anne Glass. Whoa.

She's got your number. 18-year-old Macallan.

Jeanne, have I ever mentioned Anne Glass before?

No.

Has she ever called before today?

Hmm, not that I know of. I thought you knew her.

It sure seems like she knows you.

It's the damnedest thing.

Her name is sort of familiar to me, but I can't place her.

You know, my grandmother had Alzheimer's, Professor -ame problem.

Oh, that helps. I'm just saying.

Marina: Why did we discount Chicago, again?

Cochise: Because it is in the Midwest and Clausen whined about how cold it was for three weeks after we were in Minneapolis last year.

[ Sighs ]

Maybe we should just stay here -et a nice hotel downtown, take in a Celtics game.

What do you think, Tom? It doesn't matter to me.

Oh, no, hey. Come on. You got to have an opinion about this.

New York, Chicago, Jacksonville, or stay in town?

Golf courses, Tom.

Jacksonville has over 50 to choose from.

It doesn't matter to me, Dr. C.

Whatever you want. Jacksonville, then?

Professor Mason, there's someone here to see you.

Hello. I'm Tom Mason.

I'm Anne Glass' husband.

Oh. [ Chuckles ]

Okay.

I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, man.

Is this about your wife?

I know that you're having an affair with her.

What? No, come on. I deny it, yes. You deny it?

I don't even know your wife. Shut up. Don't lie to me.

I'm not lying to you.

Look, I got a message earlier today from a woman named Anne Glass.

I haven't spoken to her.

To the best of my knowledge, I've never even met her.

So I don't know where you got the idea we're having an affair, but you can forget it. It's not true.

Oh, you don't know her, but you're taking her away for the weekend.

How's that work?

Okay, why don't you calm -hy don't you sit --

I found the brochures, man.

Boston, New York, Chicago, Jacksonville.

Where are you taking my wife, Professor?

What is the deal with these four cities?

New York? No.

Jacksonville? No.

Look, I told you, I don't know your wife.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna ask you to leave.

How about...

I call your wife, see what she has to say about it?

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

[ Whistles, chuckles ]

Mason, I underestimated you.

I don't have time for your act right now, Pope.

You know, I believe it was Schopenhauer who said that every parting creates a foretaste of death, every coming together again a foretaste of the resurrection...

[ Siren chirps ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

...a driving force for infidelity if there ever was one.

Wow.

Wake up! Wake up! So, tell me, where were you taking the little woman, huh?

Come on, Casanova, you can tell me, huh?

It'll be our own little secret.

You can go now. Please, come on, Tom.

Denial, repression, compartmentalization -ut sooner or later, you're gonna tell me the truth.

[ Chuckling ]

Come on, Professor.

Rebecca: I don't know if I told you, but a new dishwasher is at the top of my Christmas list.

Tom: Yeah, I saw it there.

Actually, this remind me of when we used to do dishes at our old apartment in Boylston, remember?

You were in grad school.

We had that ancient dishwasher.

I remember the landlord always being there trying to fix it.

He had a thing for you. What? Oh, come on.

Ha! Are you gonna deny it?

He didn't.

I mean, okay, yeah, maybe he did, but I never encouraged it.

Well, he was 140 years old, you were 23 -hat would have been weird.

How do you think we got the garbage disposal?

[ Both chuckle ]

I wish you could have come to Hal's game.

He was great. He scored two goals.

I'll come to the next one.

That's what you said last time.

[ Water runs ]

[ Spits ]

Who's Anne Glass?

Anne Glass?

Isn't that the woman you were talking about in your sleep last night? Yeah.

Well, then shouldn't you be telling me who she is?

Hey.

What's so important about New York, Boston, Jacksonville, and Chicago?

Are you feeling all right?

Okay, you feel hot.

Maybe I should call Dr. Raskin.

Honey?

You're really starting to freak me out.

I'm gonna call him.

[ Knock on door ]

[ Paper rustles ]

Who kicked you in the nuts?

[ Chuckles ]

Something's happening to me.

[ Chuckles ]

Yeah, the husband of the woman you're banging wants to k*ll you.

I think somebody's trying to gaslight me.

Does that sound insane?

Of course not. Like, you historians -ou're always obsessed with organizing chaotic tangles of random, absurd events and then trying to organize them into tidy, little orderly narratives and explaining them.

No, no. Spare me the metaphysical rant.

This isn't me trying to explain anything.

This isn't a joke.

Something's going on. This isn't my life.

Mason, it's no joke.

Honestly, it's what Baudrillard called the simulacrum.

That's where you can't tell your life from your dreams and your dreams from your life, all right.

Trust me. Just stop trying to find meaning in it all.

Just embrace it, all right?

Blow your meticulously constructed little suburban prison to smithereens.

Take your lover to New York or Chicago or...Jacksonville.

It's all good.

Dad. Dad, what's going on?

What do you mean?

Mom says you're acting weird.

She's right. I am.

Does it, um, have anything to do with this?

I'm not having an affair, Ben.

I wouldn't do that to your mother, I wouldn't do it to your brothers, I wouldn't do it to you.

Something's going on. What?

I can't explain it. I'm trying to figure it out.

Where are you going this weekend?

What? Where are you going?

New York, Chicago, Jacksonville? Where?

Why do you want to know?

I'm your son. Wh-re you?

What do you mean?

I-I deserve the truth.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

I got to go.

Where are you going?

What am I supposed to tell mom? What am I supposed to do?

Stay away from me.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

♪ bells on bobtail ring ♪
♪ making spirits bright ♪
♪ what fun it is to laugh and sing a sleighing song tonight ♪

I thought maybe you changed your mind.

Jingle all the way ♪

No.

Americano, two sh*ts -ust how you like it.

[ Chuckles ]

You want to tell me what's going on?

I looked into hotels and flights, and everything's available.

I just need to know where we're going.

Is this about New York, Boston, Jacksonville, Chicago?

It's your Christmas present.

Oh. Okay.

Um, tell me.

Boston...

New York...

Chicago...

Jacksonville.

Aren't we already in Boston?

Exactly why I would eliminate it, but that's just me.

It is a nice hotel. Don't get me wrong.

There's something great about each one of these cities.

The question is, do you want to travel, how far far do you want to travel, and is the sun important?

I know that's technically three questions.

And if we never plan on leaving the hotel, I guess it doesn't really matter where we go, does it?

[ Car alarm blaring ]

Tom.

You're a little squirrely today. What's going on?

What is going on is that I don't know you.

That's funny.

I'm not laughing.

I don't know you. I've never met you in my life.

And yet here you are, you're...haunting me, your husband is visiting me at work.

I've got a wife, and I've got three kids.

And what you're talking about would blow up my entire world.

Tom...I thought the whole point

was to blow up your world.

Did something happen at home today?

Does Rebecca know?

Did you tell her about us?

I -- there's no us.

Fine. Go home, then.

Tell your wife you're not in love with me.

Tell her you're not taking me away for the weekend.

Tell her you're taking her away instead.

But tell me where you're going so at least I don't make the mistake of showing up.

I wouldn't want to blow up your world or anything.

Boston?

New York?

Chicago? Jacksonville?

Tell me where you're taking her, Tom.

[ Pounding on glass ]

Where are you taking her? Tell me.

You owe me that.

Wait a minute.

I know you.

Tell me where you're taking her! Tell me!

I know you, and you're not Anne.

You're not Anne.

Tell me. Tell me where you're taking her.

You owe me that.

Tell me.

[ Screaming ]

I knew it was you.

I have to hand it to you, Tom.

You figured it out faster than I thought you would.

With enough prodding, the subconscious always reveals the truth.

Sooner or later, you would have told me which tower you plan to att*ck with the Volm.

I know that it will be one of those four cities, which is why I've pushed to get the grid up.

Tell me now, and this could all be over for you.

Where do you plan to att*ck?

Go to hell.

In case you haven't noticed...

This is hell.

[ g*nshots ]

Weaver: Move, move!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

You all right?

Man: Cover the six!

[ Grunts ]

Matt: Dad, are you okay?

Take this.

Where's Anne and Lexie?

I don't know. The Overlords took them.

[ g*n cocks ]

You're lying.

No. I don't know.

Then you're of no use to me.

Pope: Look! I hate to break up the reunion, but we got to go!

[ g*nshots ]

No, we don't! I need Lexie! Let's go!

[ Screams ]

Man: Yes, sir! We got to go!

Ben, come on!

[ Respirator hissing ]

[ Groans ]

How long have I been out?

Two days.

Aah!

[ Indistinct talking over P.A. ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Tom, you shouldn't be -here's no time.

Karen's accelerated the grid schedule. Doesn't matter.

We're briefing the as*ault now.

We're gonna hit them in less than 24 hours.

You didn't tell her where our att*ck was coming, did you?

No. Good.

That was our biggest worry.

We're still go for our original target.

Tom, you want to lay out the map for us?

Yeah.

Tom.

Tom.

What's wrong?

Everything.

[ Screaming ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Laughing manically ]

You find this funny?

I do, 'cause you must be so scared, Karen.

How does that feel?

To be scared?

[ Cracking ]

You will tell me what I want to know.

[ Grunts, chuckles ]

So, what's next?

Pain stick?

I think we both know you're beyond manipulating through that kind of pain, Tom.

You've learned to endure it in its many forms.

Not true, the other members of your family, though --

Anne and Lexie, for example.

Where... Where are they?

In a place where bad things will happen to them unless you cooperate.

I would hate to think of the lasting effects a pain stick might have... on an infant.

[ Gasps ]

This is so simple, Tom.

Why are you making this so hard?

You will tell me where you plan to att*ck, and you will tell me now.

I got movement.

10:00, 50 yards out.

[ Dog whimpers ]

It's not your boyfriend -hough it does bear a striking resemblance.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, when are you gonna get it through those blonde locks of yours, Maggie?

Hal Mason is never coming back.

He is gone, probably dead.

And you'd be dead, too, if he had taken you with him.

I tell you, he did you a fa-ro, grab some sack time. I'll take it from here.

Lyle, keep an eye out for the Masons, will you?

They should be along any minute.

Yeah, you bet.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

Get off me.

I interviewed everybody that was in the hospital at the time President Hathaway was m*rder*d.

Everyone has an alibi...

Except you, madam President.

Can you account for your whereabouts at the time of his death?

I was in my quarters.

Can anyone verify that?

My sentry.

He was outside your door, not in your room.

That's correct, Colonel.

I'm not in the habit of sleeping with my bodyguards.

What you're telling me is, you don't have one solid lead.

What I'm telling you, ma'am, is that I can account for everyone except you.

So, you're finally starting to see things my way.

Still no solid evidence the President's the mole.

Circumstantial -- that's all we got, and it's not enough.

Maybe. I could be wrong.

But if I'm not, we need to be clear-eyed about this.

She hasn't allowed you to radio Hathaway's people.

Why?

Now, I say it's 'cause she doesn't want any soldiers here poking around.

And why is that?

She wants to keep us in the dark.

She's isolating us, Colonel, until the time is right, when, bam, it's lights out.

Damn it. I wish Tom was here.

Well, he's not, and he ain't ever gonna be.

I should be out there looking for them right now.

Yeah, you do that, who's gonna be out here looking out for Charleston?

Not me.

No.

We need to thread this needle ourselves, Colonel.

Whatever this is, it's just you and me now.

There's nobody else.

You challenged her. There's a target on your back.

Colonel Weaver.

What is it, Maggie?

Scuttlebutt is, we'll be leaving any day.

I know you can't confirm that, but...

I'm betting whatever the target is, Karen will be there, and I want you to put me on the first team in.

The first team is likely to take the most casualties.

I know that, Colonel.

It's about Hal, isn't it?

It's about taking that bitch down once and for all.

Maggie, when and if we go, you'll be in the rear.

But Colonel -hings could have been different, Tom.

We want you to know you only have yourself to blame.

[ Humming, crackling ]

Anne...Lexie.

You m*rder*d them? I'm sorry, Tom.

You left me no choice.

I'm gonna k*ll you.

I'm gonna k*ll you! I'm gonna k*ll you!

[ Screaming ]

All right, hold still. This one's in pretty deep.

Okay. All right.

All right.

All right, that's the last one.

All right, thank you.

Anthony: I guess the mole wanted to make sure we didn't contact anyone.

You got that right, Anthony.

I'll be in the infirmary if you need me.

Thank you, Lourdes.

I better get back on the line.

Maggie.

If you hadn't have stopped me, I would have been there when that radio blew.

Put me on the first team, Colonel.

Done.

This residue looks Espheni-made.

Get it to Dr. Kadar.

He might be able to identify it.

Weaver: I want extra people on every entry point and every exit down here.

I want double security details on the President's quarters, Volm complex.

And find me another radio.

I liked Anne - really did.

I didn't want it to come to this, but you have to understand.

The Overlords have lost confidence in my methods.

They're quite annoyed with me.

I had no choice.

[ Weakly ]

I'm gonna k*ll you.

The defense grid goes operational in a matter of minutes, Tom.

Once it's up, you've lost.

It's hopeless.

Listen to me.

You can save your sons.

You can save the human race.

You can stop this needless k*lling.

Tell me the plan.

Never.

[ Whirring ]

It's starting.

Bring him.

[ Groaning ]

It's looks like a neon spider web.

More like bars on a cage.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Listen up!

We all knew this was gonna happen, and it has.

There's nothing we can do about it except our jobs, so stop gawking and get to them!

Let's go!

Colonel. Madam President.

Walk with me. Right.

Anthony thinks I'm the mole.

You think I'm the mole - know that.

I clashed with Hathaway, Hathaway's dead.

I ordered you not to contact his people, the radio's destroyed.

You opposed the Volm mission -uddenly, you're for it.

Well, that's because of what Cochise said -f we don't take that grid down, we're all gonna die.

And you believe him now without reservation.

I have plenty of reservations.

The only thing I'm certain of is that the Espheni built that grid, it's not good for us.

So, yes, I'm backing the mission.

I hope to God we're not making a mistake.

We all hope that.

Colonel, if you remove me from office, if you seize control, then from that moment on, Charleston will be ruled by the g*n and the new United States will no longer be a democracy.

All these names hanging from these branches -hat do you suppose these people gave their lives for?

Colonel, Tom said that you were his strong right arm and that you could be mine.

I hope he was right.

Madam President...

He was.

We're not gonna move on her. Make sure your people know.

We're going ahead with the mission?

The tactical details are "need to know."

Our target --

"need to know."

The President does not need to know.

That's how we play it.

You sure? I'm sure.

It's not enough to win this w*r, Pope.

We got to be worthy of winning it.

And by God, we will be.

Hal: Charleston!

Charleston! Anybody there?

Who goes there?

It's Hal! Wait.

What's the password?

I don't know the password, Lyle.

We've been gone for two weeks. We're coming in.

Turn that thing off.

You're gonna make them sn*per bait.

Maggie.

[ Chuckles ]

Where's Tom? Where's your dad?

He walked out of Keystone, he walked back from Michigan.

He'll be back.

Yeah. Of course he will.

[ Door creaks ]

[ Clatter ]

[ Whimpering ]

Rebecca: Hi.

[ Voice breaking ]

Rebecca.

Shh, shh.

Shh.

[ Sobbing ]

You are the love of my life, Tom Mason...

...the father of my beautiful boys...

...my faithful and adoring husband.

I love everything about you...

[ Breathing heavily ]

...about our life together.

I cherish every memory...

...every heated word...

...every murmur of affection between us.

I want you to do something for me.

Get up.

Leave.

Don't come back here. Don't look back.

There's nothing for you here anymore.

Nothing.

You're here.

[ Clatter ]

[ g*n cocks ]

[ Cat yelps ]