Earth: Final Conflict s03e01 Episode Script

Previously on Gene Roddenberry's Earth Final Conflict: I'd like to welcome you to the final debate between the leading candidates for president of the United States.
Get down! I am declaring a national state of emergency and authorizing the immediate arrest of anyone found to be in association with this so-called Resistance movement.
Liam, I've gained access to the main power system on the mother ship.
- I can overload it.
- It'd kill everyone on board! The prisoners will be forced to talk sooner or later, Liam.
And then the Resistance will truly be dead.
Listen to her, Liam.
She's right.
- We have trouble! - Look out! Liam? - Everybody down! - Get Doors out of here! I wouldn't even quiver if I were you.
Where’s Doors? Why don't you ask your body over here? He's on his way to the mother ship as we speak.
You're Da'an's protector.
Major Kincaid, you are under arrest.
Axarion They have come to Earth with the promise of peace.
An alien race called the Taelons.
But, there are those who resist these Alien Companions.
For the Taelons' true mission, the secrets they hide will forever alter our world.
The fate of humanity now relies on those who dare challenge the future of Earth.
The hell are you doing? Who are you? Questions will just have to wait.
unless you want a one way ticket on the Taelon transport.
I'm sure Zo'or will be glad to see you, Major.
Remember, you're my prisoners.
Let's go! Move! Keep your hands down, make it look like you're under arrest.
Go! Go! More inside the building! Move it! - Something on your mind? - There's always something on my mind.
Yeah, well, save it for later.
Sounds like a date, Liam.
My kind of woman.
Saves my ass and doesn't even leave a phone number so I can buy her a dinner.
I guess, we're just gonna have to track her down so we can thank her in person.
Let's go.
Liam, can you hear me? Liam, answer me! Who gave you authorization to be down here? Get her out of here! Captain Marquette has overloaded the engines.
- Override the command.
- We're locked out of the system! Then manually shut it down.
I'm trying, but the fusion reactors are already crystallizing! Evacuate, now! We've lost an engine.
- Do not leave your stations! - The ship's gonna blow! We have to evacuate immediately! Zo'or! Zo'or, the ship's going to explode! - Get your hands off me! - It's my job to protect you! What are you doing? Excising the problem.
Hundreds of suspected Resistance members have been apprehended in the wake of the attempt on President Thompson's life, with more arrests sure to follow.
Yet still no word from the White House about how long this state of emergency will last.
As if the Underground's entire network of cells has completely collapsed.
They're pulling in people who never even questioned the Taelons! We don't get this state of emergency lifted soon, You and I may be the only people left in the Resistance.
When's Thompson's news conference? Three days from now.
He says he's going to release the name of the man who tried to assassinate him.
Our only hope is proving whoever shot him wasn't on our side.
What if he was? Any word from Lili yet? You know she can handle herself, Liam.
It's not Lili I'm worried about.
It's the rest of the world.
I've taken care of that little problem just as you requested.
I trust you'll keep me informed up to the very last minute.
Of course, Agent Sandoval.
Wouldn't want you to miss a thing.
The ship will need to operate on auxiliary power until we can repair the damage.
We? A team of volunteers.
They are already on their way.
Send them back to their duties.
They are of no use to us, Agent Sandoval.
The mother ship, being an organically engineered life form, is designed to regenerate itself.
Now, to our next order of business.
Captain Marquette.
You have something special in mind, Zo'or? As a matter of fact, I do.
Bring the prisoner to the bridge immediately.
- It is not possible, Agent Sandoval.
- And why not? There has to be something on this woman.
Oh, nothing, nada.
She either ex-volunteer, unknown operative or she belongs to some radical cell we haven't even heard of.
She saw our faces, and knows our names.
For all we know she could be a Taelon double agent.
Patience, my friend.
All in due time.
This just in: there's been an explosion on the Taelon mother ship.
Satnews network reports the space craft was sabotaged by Capt.
Lili Marquette, a decorated marine and top Taelon shuttle pilot.
She has died in the blast along with 13 others including the Eastern-European Companion.
We'll keep updating the story and details of this tragedy They killed her.
Those bastards killed her! Damn them! No! Damn! No! - Stop! Stop it! - No, let me go! Let me go! Look at me! Look at me, Augur! - She's gone, Augur.
- No.
Tearing this place apart isn't gonna bring her back.
Turn around.
I wanna see your face.
And if I do not? Will you try to kill me like your friend Capt.
Marquette did? If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead, Da'an.
Lili never wanted to harm you.
An attack against any Taelon is an attack against the Commonality.
Well, then blame Zo'or! None of this would've happened if Thompson hadn't implemented a state of emergency.
It was your president hat instituted these measures, not the Taelons.
Thompson can't even take a walk without Zo'or's permission.
What if Jonathan Doors had been the target of an assassination attempt? What measures would the Resistance have called for then? You blame the Taelons when you cannot even control your own people.
The Resistance didn't shoot Thompson.
And how are you going to prove that? Just watch me.
I have not assigned you to that investigation.
I'm not asking your permission, Da'an.
- Who's in charge here? - I am, Major Kincaid.
What do you think you're doing? - We have orders to dispose of the body.
- You're not disposing of anything.
What seems to the problem, Major? No problem.
Just taking Lili Marquette back to Earth for proper burial and a full autopsy.
- I'm afraid, that's not possible.
- And why is that? Rules are little different out here in space, Major.
I don't necessarily agree with them, but the fact remains.
Capt.
Marquette committed an act of treason.
And the Taelons are within their right to do with her body as they see fit.
The Taelons, you mean Zo'or, don't you? I understand your grief.
It might even surprise you, that I share it.
Then don't do this, Sandoval.
- What are you suggesting, Major? - Let me take Lili, no one has to know.
I wish things could be different, but There's nothing I can do under these difficult circumstances.
- I wanna make a final identification.
- For what purpose? Let's just say it's my way of saying goodbye.
Some things are best left unsaid or unseen.
Thanks for the advice.
This is one memory I'd like to keep.
The problem with memories, Major, is that once you have them in your mind, it's very difficult to ever get rid of them.
Hubble Urick, President Thompson's Chief of Staff.
I'm aware of who you are, Mr.
Urick.
I was told we'd have conclusive evidence by this afternoon, so the President can make his announcement tomorrow night.
Now I'm getting a Taelon tap dance.
The FBI is ready to go.
We're just waiting for the medical examiner to corroborate our findings.
I suggest you hurry him along.
You'd think with all this new Taelon technology, the least they can do is improve these damn lids, huh? Just tell us what you need, Dale.
Thanks for the offer, Ron, but I'm kinda old-fashioned, like to do the dirty work myself, you know what I mean? Especially when the case is high profile as this, wouldn't want us to screw up anything with the feds looking over my shoulder and all.
Now, you said the assassin shot the President from up there, on that catwalk.
That's what I said.
And that's where you found the remains.
Dale, we've been over this several times.
Just wanna make sure I got it all straight.
You know how it is, so many people dying, so little time.
There is one thing you might be able to help me with.
What is that? If you already ran a preliminary DNA test on this shooter, why do you can what I think? Given the sensitive nature of this investigation, we want to cover all our bases.
After all, it isn't every day that the President get shot.
Can't disagree with you there.
Good.
Now, I want to be apprised of your findings before you make any statement.
Last time I checked, I reported to the mayor, not you.
How's the collection business? Feds don't leave much behind.
Neither do skrills.
You know, that skrill's the only weapon you can't run a ballistic test on? Yep, forensics is a whole new ball game these days.
How do you keep those genetic samples from degrading? You basic cooler.
Bet you were expecting something a little more high-tech, huh? Excuse me, my assistant beckons.
Mr.
Anders! Agent Sandoval wanted me to make sure you have everything you need.
Who knew the FBI could be so kind? How are you holding up? I keep seeing her lying there on that gurney.
You always think people look like themselves when they die, but they never do.
You try to remember the good.
All that went before.
But it's always that last image that grabs you the hardest.
It'll pass.
Not sure I want it to.
Cuz then Lili's gone forever.
You think you can pull a DNA code? One double helix scan coming right up.
I've seen this guy before.
At least, this will be easier than I thought.
You know, I'm not so sure.
Albert Phillips was definitely Resistance.
Sandoval was right, we did shoot Thompson.
- Run the DNA again.
- Liam, the DNA doesn't lie.
I don't care! Run it again, there has to be some mistake.
Then find me someone I can talk to, who at least knew him.
Just don't mention my name.
You have a visitor.
Drop the confinement shield and leave us.
I demand to know what you've done with the other prisoners.
Getting lonely for human companionship, are we? The world as you know it has changed since your incarceration.
And what's that supposed to mean? The Resistance is no longer, Mr.
Doors.
And the same can be said for some of your dear friends.
Which is why we should now discuss a mutually beneficial alliance.
Come on, let's move! What a country! Land of the free.
And home of the brave.
This unexpected complication in our plan will have to be alleviated.
When do you wanna take care of our forensics friend? Well, it's after hours result.
Have to hit you up for over time.
Call your union.
All citizens must be in their homes by 9 o'clock P.
M.
You're Emily Langford? My name's Liam Kincaid, I'm a Companion Protector.
What do you want? I didn't do anything, I swear.
Oh, I'm not here for you.
I'm looking for Albert Phillips.
Why don't you ask your alien bosses where he went? They took him over a month ago.
You didn't know? President will announce the identity of his would be assassin day after tomorrow.
- Yeah, so? - So, it's your boyfriend.
Al? You gotta be kidding.
Mr.
Pacifist? He may be capable of many things, but shoot someone? I don't think so.
Of course, nobody cares about truth anymore anyway.
Look, it's closing time.
Go harass somebody else.
Mr.
Anders, what can I do for you? Actually, I was calling to congratulate you.
Sorry? The way you lifted that DNA sample with no less than a dozen agents around? Hell of a technique! You obviously trust Sandoval as much as I do.
That's one interpretation.
Well, it better be the right interpretation, cuz I'm betting on you.
- I'm not following.
- You will.
That is, of course, if you have any interests in the real facts of this case.
- When can you be in my office? - 15 minutes.
Try not to be late.
I can't keep this information from your FBI buddies forever.
Sandoval might already know.
Is that a warning, Major? No, just a precaution.
Then I'll make sure I backup my records, in case anything happens to me.
Major Liam Kincaid.
I'm here to see the medical examiner.
Stop! You can't come through here.
I'm President's Chief of Staff.
Step aside, son, or I'll rip that damn implant right off your neck.
Sorry, I didn't realize who you were, sir.
I'm beginning to have concerns about this state of emergency, Mr.
President.
Concerns? My approval rating hasn't been this high since I bombed the Eurasian Republic.
These goddamn volunteers are everywhere.
I don't like it.
And neither will the rest of America when they wake up and realize they are living in a police state.
The state of emergency is merely a temporary measure to cut the legs off the Resistance.
Just make sure you don't cut your own legs off at the same time.
I know what I'm doing, Hubble.
- Do you? - Yeah! - What the voters want.
- No, this is what Zo'or wants! You're talking to me, Daniel.
This isn't some sound bite.
And one day you're gonna stand up to that Taelon, before it's too late to draw a line in the sand.
Any luck with our mystery woman? When I get this image in shape, I'll run it on every database I know.
We've already seen what she can do.
You better be two steps ahead of her.
Well, this woman can't hide forever.
I want you to run another DNA test on Albert Phillips.
- Liam! - A simple dating analysis.
- Just humor me.
- I don't feel very humorous these days.
Fine! Well, that's strange.
Phillips was skrilled a few days ago but this genetic sample's over a month old.
Which means it was planted there and he was framed.
And the real assassin's remains must be in the auditorium somewhere.
I doubt that.
Sandoval's men would've been in there and cleaned it up by now.
There has to be another angle he didn't think of.
- It's a long shot - Tell me.
Sandoval skrilled the shooter on the catwalk, right? Well, it's possible that the energy from the skrill created a kind of molecular bonding, fusing the DNA to the metal plank.
So, what you are saying is Sandoval's guys would've had to remove part of the catwalk to cover their tracks.
Exactly.
Molecular bonding isn't something you just Windex off.
Well, I hate to say goodbye.
Bombs are an effective way to clean up a crime scene.
Not to mention me.
I just hope this DNA doesn’t have Phillips' name on it.
No, this sample really isn't in great shape.
Just see what you can do.
Got it.
Let's see who these lovely genes belong to.
Oh, my God.
Who is it? Judson Corr.
He killed William Boone's wife.
Hired by Sandoval and God knows who else.
He's your basic low-life freelancer.
Let's see some ID.
Alright, go ahead.
What can I do for you, Major? The President will announce the assassin's identity tomorrow night? Yes, you and your colleagues did a bang-up job at the investigation.
Congratulations! You may not feel that way after reviewing this.
Review what? My staff received the FBI findings less than an hour ago.
Albert Phillips didn't shoot him.
Phillips was killed over a month ago.
It's all here.
You don't believe me? Have your people check it out.
Listen, I don't have time I'd hate for this to surface after the President's made his case to the American people.
And look like a fool? Is that what you're getting at? Oh, I'm not getting at anything.
The truth is there.
What you wanna do with it is your business.
Then who shot him? A professional killer named Judson Corr.
- And that supposed to convince me? - By itself, no.
But consider you've got a dead coroner and a crime scene that no longer exists.
And why are you the one coming forward? Where's Agent Sandoval? I'm looking forward to hearing the President's speech tomorrow night.
Get ready, cuz here I come.
Come on, give me a match.
Well, well, you're ahead of schedule, Augur.
Good work.
But, not good enough.
No, no, no, no, no! Come on! No, no! I've got to meet this woman.
I had my people take a look at your evidence.
- Very impressive.
- Glad to hear it.
But if you think I can go to the President with this, you're out of your mind.
- Yeah, but the evidence - You have no evidence.
Corr's genetic sample could've come from anywhere.
I collected it from the auditorium myself.
Well, the only problem is that catwalk is toast.
There's nothing to validate your findings.
What about the dating analysis? How can you account for Phillips being dead a month before the President was shot? Well, I'm sure I can find forensic experts who'd testify to the fact that the DNA was tainted.
If anything else comes up, please, feel free to give me a call.
They love the speech.
That new leading really got them.
Great.
Something I should know about, Hubble? No.
Not yet.
I've checked Anders' computer and every other one in the network.
There's nothing here, Liam.
The President goes on the air in less than 4 hours.
You know, maybe he just never backed it up.
His assistant said he was a stickler for keeping records.
Then he probably just forgot.
Come on, help me out here.
He put it somewhere, I know it.
Liam.
Listen, it's not like can just store DNA anywhere.
You need stable temperature and we've already checked all the refrigeration units.
Wherever it is, Liam, Anders took it to his grave with him.
Let's go.
I guess Anders will rest a little easier tonight.
Hubble, I was wondering where you've been.
I've just come from a meeting with the Speaker and the Senate majority leader.
Oh, good, I'm glad they're here, cuz this speech is outstanding.
I's one of the best the boys ever put together.
We're gonna have to throw it out.
What do you mean? Mr.
President, there's someone you need to see.
You remember Major Kincaid? This evening I fully expected to confirm the identity of the assassin who made an attempt on my life.
But I must confess.
New evidence casts serious doubt on the theory that the assassin was part of the Resistance.
Therefore, in accordance with the War Powers Act of 2004, I have no choice but to rescind the state of emergency and hereby order the immediate return to Earth all suspected Resistance prisoners currently being held on the Taelon mother ship.
What evidence is he talking about? I have no idea, Zo'or.
Bring that incompetent fool to the mother ship at once.
If the Resistance did not shoot your President then who did? Sandoval, presumably with Zo'or's blessing.
Where are you going? I wanna make sure everyone of those prisoners gets back to Earth.
That is hardly necessary.
With Sandoval around people have a way of disappearing.
Your rescission of the state of emergency only shows disrespect for the Taelons.
Disrespect? You have the audacity to risk my life to perpetrate a fraud on the American people and you accuse me of disrespect? If we had not commandeered the election Jonathan Doors would not be president.
I refuse to believe that.
Then maybe you are to talk to your own pollsters.
The state of emergency is not irrelevant.
What is most important is that all volunteers remain on Earth until the Resistance is eliminated.
I can't sanction that.
I'm not asking you.
I think it's time we redefine the parameters of our relationship, Zo'or.
The only reason you are in the White House is because we put a bullet through your shoulder, Mr.
President.
Next time we may not aim so carefully.
All Resistance prisoners accounted for.
- They killed Lili.
- I know.
I'm sorry.
It's time to put our differences aside, Jonathan.
I work in my own way, Liam.
I look forward to our association.
I have no doubt it will benefit both our species.
I have an assignment for you, Major.
What kind of assignment? It's a personal problem of sorts.
The night Jonathan Doors was apprehended a woman masquerading as a volunteer killed a member in her unit allowing two unknown suspects to escape.
Sounds like a serious breach of security.
Every Companion Protector around the world is investigating the infiltration.
We can only guess what she's uncovered about our operations.
I'm Barry Calvert, reporting live with the first broadcast ever form the Taelon mother ship.
With me here today is Zo'or, the leader of the Taelon Synod, and arguably the most powerful being in our galaxy.
I understand, Zo'or, you have an announcement to make to the American people.
Actually, I would prefer that my esteemed associate do the honors.
Thank you, Zo'or.
For those of you who supported my presidential campaign, I realize the sight of me standing next to my former enemy must be shocking.
But the time has come to put petty differences aside.
It's not to say that differences don't still remain, but the fact is Taelon presence on Earth has overwhelming support, not just in this country, but around the world.
Does that mean, Mr.
Doors, that you'll be distancing yourself from the ideology of the Resistance? Well, Barry, the Resistance was never really the issue.
The issue is and always will be what's best for humanity.
Which is why Doors International has formed a new alliance with the Taelons.
Looks like one big happy family.
It's time my company got back to what we started 4 years ago, using the best of Taelon technology in everyday earthly applications.
Well, sir, is does seem that you'll have a lot on your plate this coming year.
Not exactly, the real work will be in the capable hands of my new division head, Renee Palmer.
Miss Palmer? The destructive code which erased my operating system was the trojan file version pk2300.
exe.
The infected patches have been purged.
Now I have to reinstall all the programs using master discs.
There's absolutely no data on this woman? How's that possible? She knew we were coming, Augur.
This woman obviously likes her privacy.
Yes, but she can't keep a low profile forever.
That's okay, because once my systems are up and running I'm gonna start scrolling again.
That won't be necessary.
But I just installed this great new masking program and - Is there something wrong? - No, no, I'm fine.
Then why don't I believe you? I think we need to have a little talk.
Okay, what about? I'm going to have to retire your program.
But I'm still fully functional.
Hey, if this is about updating my operating system, you No, no, no, no.
Your operating system is fine.
Then what did I do? You didn't do anything.
It's just that Now that Lili's dead So, that means if she doesn't exist then I don't exist, and if I don't exist then I'm sorry.
This is going to be painless, I promise.
Augur, please.
Rest in peace.
Time to go.
Captain Marquette.
Axarion