Earth: Final Conflict s03e16 Episode Script
Through Your Eyes
Previously on Gene Roddenberry's Earth Final Conflict: What I am learning from these inferior beings is that their individuality strengthens them.
Human are beholden only onto themselves, they act out of individual free will, not the compulsion of a commonality.
- Stop! You cant come through here.
- I'm the President's Chief of Staff.
I'm beginning to have concerns about this state of emergency, Mr.
President.
- I know what I'm doing, Hubble.
- Do you? - Yeah! What voters want.
- No, this is what Zo'or wants.
I cannot win the hearts and minds of your race until I know them.
Renee Palmer, show me your fears.
A select group of sociologists, educators and scientists worked with the Taelon Synod for nearly It is with great pride that I present to you the Taelon interactive database of the galaxies.
In an effort to represent diverse cultures from across the universe, we have provided multimedia information on over 1,000 species alien to Earth.
And, as you see, we designed the interactivity with children utmost in mind.
It is our hope, indeed, our true goal for human kind to gain a better understanding of the universal commonality of life itself.
For no matter who we are, what we look like or where we live, we are all part of the same species, the enigmatic species called life.
We're under attack, unknown assailant with an energy weapon.
He's blown up the virtual glass.
We're pinned down.
Weapon fire's coming from the southeast end of the concourse.
Let's go! He's down here.
Stop or I'll shoot! Let me take a look.
How did this happen? Virtual glass is impervious to all but a few weapons.
Weapons we guard closely.
Suspect's hit.
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 assailant's last known location was a section of walkway between 6th and E, we're lighting it up with the laser.
Conduct a tri-level search outward.
Virtual glass energy field was disrupted in several places.
This is security level 5.
resonating at 40 tetra clicks.
That should've stopped a truck.
Should've stopped anything, but a Taelon battle cannon.
We have the weapons that can do this, but we've never released the technology.
- It's highly restricted.
- Somebody's got it.
Taelons based their whole security scheme on virtual glass.
They've used it in every facility they have on Earth.
I've already advised the Synod to cancel all activities until the assassin is apprehended.
Assassin? Da'an is fortunate to be alive, wouldn't you think? The guy used a streaming pulse weapon, he had clear shot.
If he really wanted to hit Da'an, I think he would've.
In fact, he had to work hard not to kill somebody in here.
The worst we got were some scared people.
They've lost the assailant, but they found the gun.
A Hamerlin CD-57.
This serial number is from a shipment stolen in an ID freightage last month.
It's just about the same time they first hit the stores.
And we got a bulletin from the ATF.
Yeah, I read it, 10000 sold in six weeks, mass-produced, street legal.
Hamerlin can't make them fast enough.
Not exactly a highly restricted Taelon supergun.
Nice balance.
Feels human.
Well, it should be.
Hamerlin holds all the patents.
This gun was never designed to penetrate virtual glass.
Right, it was never designed with a transducer, either.
We got an intelligence report from Hong Kong hinting we might be seeing these on the black market.
This one really cranked up the power.
Coordinated with the search teams, Major, I'll inform the mother ship.
Do we have any video surveillance from the area? Bank, jewelry store, traffic cams? - Nothing clean yet.
- What do you mean? You guys should be able to pull an image from just about anything these days.
He had some kind of jamming device which interfered with electronic circuitry for blocks.
The only images we have are distorted.
I'm pushing the lab for enhancement.
I'll get copies, take a look at them later.
Right.
Also I don't want any additional facts released to the press, Major.
The public thinks the Taelons are invulnerable, let's keep it that way.
A reporter at SatNet News has leaked information about the attack on Da'an.
Details were on the station's evening news.
And what about the modified pulse weapon? Reports that it pierced virtual glass are everywhere.
As expected, public concern is growing by the hour.
Excellent.
The operation has been a complete success.
Everything has transpired exactly as planned.
We were very fortunate this time.
I find your lack of confidence distressing, Agent Sandoval.
My only concern is for your well-being, Zo'or.
I simply suggest you explore other less dangerous means to accomplish your goals in the future.
As a reminder, you are my Protector, not my keeper.
There is a difference.
I suggest you learn it.
Alright, what do you make of this? "Two months ago the Taelons initiated a lawsuit against Hamerlin Guns and Ammo" Makers of the energy weapon used in the attack on the embassy.
Taelons argued that it was possible to modify Hamerlin's pulse weapons to make them more powerful.
Looks like the Taelons lost their case.
Court records were then sealed under order of National Security.
So, how did you find out? A friend at the Department of Justice likes to hear himself talk.
The gun, the attack, none of it adds up.
So, who's this guy? We don't know.
I think he was acting alone.
I got Augur working with some surveillance tapes of the area, but the shooter had some kind of jamming device on him.
Well, if anyone could pull an image, it's Augur.
What about the gun? No prints.
But the FBI matched the registration to a shipment of stolen CD-57s hijacked from a transport six weeks ago.
Thatll lead nowhere fast.
The real issue is that the device the shooter used to bump up the weapon's discharge.
- The transducer.
- Yes, black market.
There's only a handful of people capable of making such a device and they stay pretty much underground.
It's just too many loose ends that lead back to the Taelons.
- They gotta be involved in this.
- What else is new? Mr.
Urick.
Nice to see you, Miss Palmer.
Thanks for meeting me.
Well, when the Chief of Staff for the President of the United States wants to see me, I usually try to fit him in.
I appreciate that.
What can I get you to drink? - Thank you.
They know me here.
- I'll remember that.
So, Mr.
Urick, we've seen each other at charity events, openings, fundraisers for what, five years now? Sounds about right.
And we've never said more than ten words to each other, and now out of the blue you ask me to lunch.
Why? Well, it took me a while to get my courage up.
Nice try.
I'll make that a barely passable try.
I do appreciate your honesty.
Let me offer the same.
The President is anxious to leave office with his popularity at all-time high.
So, our strategy is to court the heavy hitters first, like yourself, the opinion makers.
What's he worried about? Thompson will be fairly remembered in the White House when first contact with the companions was made.
Yeah, but he'd rather be remembered as a president who successfully integrated Taelon culture into human society.
Are you telling me those rumors of discord between the President and Zo'or were just political gossip? Well, let's just say that the two parties have reached a new understanding.
One that they both can live with.
I see how this all works for the President, but what about you, Mr.
Urick? Where do you stand? Well, when it comes to Taelons, right behind my President, of course.
Can I interest you with some popcorn as an appetizer, perhaps? - It's really fresh.
- Sure, why not? Let me show you what I got.
This is the best you can pull off the surveillance tapes? Hey, I don't know what kind of jamming device this guy was using.
Nothing off the shelf, that's for sure.
- Never seen distortion like that.
- Terrific.
Have ye a little faith.
Your teams of brilliant FBI agents canvasing buildings around the embassy, right? - Yeah, they didn't turned up a thing.
- Did they think to look here? Into few of these.
Nearly every office in those buildings has a computer equipped with a video pickup like this.
And some of those are facing the window.
Now, I got to thinking.
What if somebody was video conferencing at the exact same time of the attack? Now, it took some digging, I almost gave up, but then Wade Williams came through.
He just finalized the deal with the textile manufacture in Malaysia when he got up.
And right at that moment the jamming signal was too far away to be effective.
- Augur, you're a - A genius, yes, so I've been told.
Anyway, I ran the image through the FBI global ID bank.
- Scott Pierce, that's our man.
- Don't go opening the champagne just yet.
Not until you see his last known address.
Saint John's Neurological Center? Looking for someone? Zo'or? I think the process actually gets easier with each transfer.
You were through with this, I thought we agreed.
I knew a lack of brain activity would allow my temporary presence in human body.
But I did not anticipate that without intellect to control them, the human's animal urges would surge unencumbered through the body.
What of the Commonality? You yourself said they would never condone this.
I will not limit my actions in accordance to the will of the Synod.
There's more to learn from the experience.
I believe we have much to gain.
I shall proceed.
Pierce's body is already severely damaged.
I don't know how much more abuse it can take.
Nonsense, it is merely a vessel.
A container for my life force.
And I have never felt better.
I cannot possibly guarantee your safety under these circumstances.
Should something happen and can't get to a portal, you can become trapped in this body.
You could die, Zo'or.
The pursuit of knowledge is not without its risks, Agent Sandoval.
You were about to tell me about a patient of yours Scott Pierce.
Right.
Well, you do appreciate my predicament, don't you? With most of our patients their families leave the hospital, that's me, completely responsible for them.
Privacy is of utmost concern.
Well, Scott Pierce is a suspect in the shooting at the embassy.
Well, then I suggest you got some homework to do.
Scott Pierce has been in a coma for the last 3 months.
I'd like to see him myself, Doctor.
Look, if it were up to me, you could wheel him down the station and snap a mug shot, for all I care.
But it isn't.
Unauthorized visitations are strictly forbidden.
Even for a Companion Protector.
Thanks for your time.
I'll be back.
- What is it? - A Companion Protector was just here, - asking questions.
- Who? - Major Kincaid.
- Tighten security and wait for my orders.
There's no record of you in Saint John system.
When did they start this procedure? I worked here for two years and all of a sudden it maximum security prison? I don't know, sir.
International Global Link.
I forgot my flex reader.
I'm already checked in, it's down there.
- Ma'am! - Look, I'm late for surgery, my name's gotta be in there, Dr.
Mitchell Hunter, try it again.
I've got a patient waiting, a sick man.
It's Mitchell Hunter.
Hunter, with an H.
Here I am.
Right above the International Global Link.
Thank you.
- Eagan.
- I'm here.
He's on his way in.
You have men ready? Yeah, professionals, just like you insisted.
Make sure they understand.
- Absolutely no one gets killed.
- Got it.
Can you hear me? He's in ward 6, room 525.
Who are you? Oh, I'm sorry, I must be in the wrong room.
- Are you looking for Scott? - No, I'm not.
Is he your husband? Yeah.
He's a cop.
He was shot during a robbery.
- The Taelons, they are really helping him.
- Is he in treatment now? I don't know, he was supposed to be back tonight, but no one tell me where he is.
Actually, I - Do you think you could help me find him? - I'll do what I can.
What's your problem? I have no problem.
Nice voice, freak.
- Do not touch me again.
- Or what? Or I will touch you back.
You are gonna die.
Now you understand my concern, Zo'or.
What I understand is that the human survival instinct is simply remarkable.
It completely overtook his body.
But those men could've killed you.
Highly unlikely.
I have never felt so energized, so invincible.
The human body is not indestructible.
A normal man with these injuries would already be dead.
Your life force is the only thing that kept it going.
And your point? The transference process alone is burning him up.
You're destroying him.
Without proper recovery time, Scott Pierce will die.
If you're not careful, you will die.
I have no intentions of dying, Agent Sandoval.
And Scott Pierce is irrelevant.
I hope you won't take this the wrong way, but.
.
you look prettier than most of my customers.
Well, you're not exactly what I pictured either.
Well, I keep a pretty low profile.
Have to in my line of work.
You must have pretty good contacts if you found me.
Augur says you're the best.
So, what have you got for me? Nice.
How much? Well, maybe we can work something out.
Some kind of trade.
- It all depends.
- On? Whether you accept my invitation to dinner tomorrow night.
Gee, with a smooth delivery like that how could any girl resist, huh? Hi, honey, who's your friend? Hold down there, cowboy! Companion Protector Liam Kincaid.
I've done nothing, you've got nothing on me.
Oh, relax, I just want to ask you some questions.
I don't have to answer anything without a lawyer present.
Oh, no, you don't, but might be able avoid all of that if you just cooperate.
Ever seen this? It's not mine if that's what you wanna know.
Whose is it then? You should know your competition.
Of course, I do.
And nobody does this kind of work, not that pretty.
What if you had to guess? Well, looks high dollar.
Might be government, maybe Taelon.
But then again just pretty much the same thing these days, aren't they? You are my last resort.
I pleaded with Zo'or to stop to no avail.
And so by revealing the details of his experiment to me, you hope that I will convince him to cease his reckless behavior.
Zo'or is playing with fire, you have to help, no one else can.
His concern sounds almost genuine.
He's obsessed.
If he continues I'm sure he'll die.
And will the tragedy be his death, Agent Sandoval, or your subsequent loss of power? - Power? - Yes.
Power over the multitude of enemies you seem to accumulate.
May I remind you Da'an, that the only enemies I have are enemies of the Taelons.
- So, how did you find Pierce? - I ran his DNA signature in the database of the ID Portal Authority.
Now, he's come and gone through Then he returned to the mother ship.
He's there now.
- Surprise, surprise.
- Yeah.
And it gets more interesting.
I ran some tests on the video tape you gave me.
Any idea how Pierce was jamming those frequencies? Yeah.
With Taelon energy.
What's the bottom line? If I didn't know any better, I'd say that Pierce is Taelon.
Getting these energy weapons off the street can be worth your life, Zo'or.
You underestimate the dilemma.
Now that there's such ease in obtaining the transducers, the proliferation of energy weapons on Earth poses a serious threat to Taelon security.
Even so, there are certainly other less destructive ways of dealing with the situation.
The Taelons cannot mandate a ban of these weapons.
So, we must manipulate your species to ban them for us.
You honestly believe that by perpetrating a high profile crime with a pulse weapon, you can rally needed support? Most certainly.
I have already demonstrated that the manipulation of the human electorate is a straightforward proposition.
Only if you have an issue capable of galvanizing human emotion.
And even then, we require an image, a symbol we can grasp onto, a tragedy that can unite us.
Precisely, Agent Sandoval.
Miss Palmer, there's a gentleman here to see you.
Well, well.
Twice in one week.
To what do I owe the pleasure this time? I wanted to personally ensure your attendance at this fund raiser I'm hosting tonight.
I'm sorry, I thought my office already called with my Oh, yeah, they did, that's why I'm here.
To change your mind.
- I'm flattered, Mr.
Urick.
- Please, call me Hubble.
Alright, Hubble.
But you came all the way here just to invite me to your party? What, are all the globals in the White House broken? Well, the other day at lunch, I got the feeling that you're holding something back.
- When we were talking about the Taelons.
- Nothing could be further from the truth.
I guess I misread you, I'm sorry.
What exactly are you getting at, Hubble? Look, Renee, I haven't made any secret with my problem with the Taelon occupation of the Earth.
Occupation? That's certainly a negative slant on their presence here, wouldn't you say? I know you're aware of the Taelons' operation during the state of emergency.
- How would you characterize it? - Exactly as you have.
But then why did the President initiated the state emergency to begin with? Well, that's a valid question.
And in my opinion, it was a mistake.
And what do you want from me? Regardless of my personal feelings, the President has asked me to broker peace between the Taelons and the Administration, and to do that, I need to have the advice of someone who's working successfully with the Taelons.
- Me? - You.
Come to the event, observe, and then give me your take on how to best deal with the Taelons.
Taelons? Just as an advisor.
That's all I'm asking.
Really? I thought it was a fund raiser.
You're not asking me for a big check as well? Okay, your analysis and a big check.
Alright, Hubble.
I'll be there.
- Verbal commands.
- Acknowledged.
- Midas.
- Your identity is confirmed, Major Kincaid.
I'm looking for a human named Scott Pierce.
Where is he on the ship? Unknown.
What about Zo'or, where's he now? Bridge.
Show me an overlay of Zo'or's movements on the ship.
Everywhere he's gone for the past 48 hours.
- Tell me what's there.
- Restricted.
Information not available.
Thank you for coming.
Good evening.
- You look absolutely wonderful.
- Thank you.
- Zo'or will be here shortly.
- That should get the party going.
I'm sorry, I guess I've just heard Zo'or's stock speech too many times.
You know the game.
The President needs Zo'or as an ally.
You can achieve an alliance without portaling in the entire Hollywood A-list.
It's to me like you wanna impress him.
Well, let's just say I wouldn't be unhappy if Zo'or left here with a good impression.
President's good will, or you? Both, actually.
Weren't we just talking yesterday about your problems with the Taelons? No candidate is gonna get elected to a national office without the support of the Taelons, that's a political reality.
Nothing else, I am a realist.
Sounds to me like you've got political plans of your own.
Don't get me wrong.
The country would be lucky to have you in public service.
Thank you.
It means a lot.
Consider tonight the beginning of a relationship.
If you ever need any help with our alien friends, you know where to find me, Hubble.
Thanks for that, too, Renee.
Observe.
- What's going on? - I'm on the mother ship, where they've been keeping Pierce's comatose body in some kind of transfer room.
- Transfer room? - Augur was right.
- Pierce is a Taelon.
Zo'or.
- What? The transfer process must have pulled Pierce out of his coma but is left him vulnerable to Zo'or's control.
It must've been Zo'or's energy jamming all the cameras.
I just missed Pierce.
There's a security lock on this portal, I can't track him.
He's wearing a tuxedo, I have no idea where he was headed.
I do.
Sniper! Sniper! Everyone down! I've got the shooter! Secure the building! Look for accomplices! - You alright? - Yeah.
You're dying, let me help you.
He's taking him to the mother ship.
He'll never get out of there alive.
Help me get him on the gurney.
We have to complete the transfer before Pierce dies.
The human subject is no longer in a coma.
The transfer procedure had the residual effect of awaking him from his malady.
We can return him to the hospital.
It is unfortunate that Mr.
Pierce will not be able to enjoy recovery.
He is a loose end that must be severed.
Terminate him.
And dispose of the body.
Display all current inter-ship communication links.
Switch to commlink code AB-409.
Dispose of the body on C Deck.
I'll meet you there.
- Sir, this person is dead.
- Execute the order, Volunteer.
- What activated the sirens? - It was a false alarm, sir.
Very well, proceed.
Your lust for blood and violence will destroy us.
To the contrary, it will save us.
Then you admit that seeking to ban the energy weapons was but a ruse.
That you sought out such degeneracy for its own sake.
Without hesitation.
It is essential that I know the power of human survival instinct.
Kill or be killed.
I felt it, experienced it.
You are an abomination to the Commonality.
The Jaridians are a violent murderous species.
If the Taelons cannot find a way to take an evolutionary step backwards and reacquire basic survival instincts, they will slaughter us.
Before you pass judgement and damn the entire Taelon race, I challenge you to feel this power that I have felt.
- Doctor.
Any news? - As a matter of fact - Hi, sweetheart.
- I knew it, I knew you'd be okay.
They're totally exposed here, we gotta move them out now, - get them into hiding.
- Yeah, one more minute.
Who knows how many more theyll get after today.
Axarion
Human are beholden only onto themselves, they act out of individual free will, not the compulsion of a commonality.
- Stop! You cant come through here.
- I'm the President's Chief of Staff.
I'm beginning to have concerns about this state of emergency, Mr.
President.
- I know what I'm doing, Hubble.
- Do you? - Yeah! What voters want.
- No, this is what Zo'or wants.
I cannot win the hearts and minds of your race until I know them.
Renee Palmer, show me your fears.
A select group of sociologists, educators and scientists worked with the Taelon Synod for nearly It is with great pride that I present to you the Taelon interactive database of the galaxies.
In an effort to represent diverse cultures from across the universe, we have provided multimedia information on over 1,000 species alien to Earth.
And, as you see, we designed the interactivity with children utmost in mind.
It is our hope, indeed, our true goal for human kind to gain a better understanding of the universal commonality of life itself.
For no matter who we are, what we look like or where we live, we are all part of the same species, the enigmatic species called life.
We're under attack, unknown assailant with an energy weapon.
He's blown up the virtual glass.
We're pinned down.
Weapon fire's coming from the southeast end of the concourse.
Let's go! He's down here.
Stop or I'll shoot! Let me take a look.
How did this happen? Virtual glass is impervious to all but a few weapons.
Weapons we guard closely.
Suspect's hit.
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 assailant's last known location was a section of walkway between 6th and E, we're lighting it up with the laser.
Conduct a tri-level search outward.
Virtual glass energy field was disrupted in several places.
This is security level 5.
resonating at 40 tetra clicks.
That should've stopped a truck.
Should've stopped anything, but a Taelon battle cannon.
We have the weapons that can do this, but we've never released the technology.
- It's highly restricted.
- Somebody's got it.
Taelons based their whole security scheme on virtual glass.
They've used it in every facility they have on Earth.
I've already advised the Synod to cancel all activities until the assassin is apprehended.
Assassin? Da'an is fortunate to be alive, wouldn't you think? The guy used a streaming pulse weapon, he had clear shot.
If he really wanted to hit Da'an, I think he would've.
In fact, he had to work hard not to kill somebody in here.
The worst we got were some scared people.
They've lost the assailant, but they found the gun.
A Hamerlin CD-57.
This serial number is from a shipment stolen in an ID freightage last month.
It's just about the same time they first hit the stores.
And we got a bulletin from the ATF.
Yeah, I read it, 10000 sold in six weeks, mass-produced, street legal.
Hamerlin can't make them fast enough.
Not exactly a highly restricted Taelon supergun.
Nice balance.
Feels human.
Well, it should be.
Hamerlin holds all the patents.
This gun was never designed to penetrate virtual glass.
Right, it was never designed with a transducer, either.
We got an intelligence report from Hong Kong hinting we might be seeing these on the black market.
This one really cranked up the power.
Coordinated with the search teams, Major, I'll inform the mother ship.
Do we have any video surveillance from the area? Bank, jewelry store, traffic cams? - Nothing clean yet.
- What do you mean? You guys should be able to pull an image from just about anything these days.
He had some kind of jamming device which interfered with electronic circuitry for blocks.
The only images we have are distorted.
I'm pushing the lab for enhancement.
I'll get copies, take a look at them later.
Right.
Also I don't want any additional facts released to the press, Major.
The public thinks the Taelons are invulnerable, let's keep it that way.
A reporter at SatNet News has leaked information about the attack on Da'an.
Details were on the station's evening news.
And what about the modified pulse weapon? Reports that it pierced virtual glass are everywhere.
As expected, public concern is growing by the hour.
Excellent.
The operation has been a complete success.
Everything has transpired exactly as planned.
We were very fortunate this time.
I find your lack of confidence distressing, Agent Sandoval.
My only concern is for your well-being, Zo'or.
I simply suggest you explore other less dangerous means to accomplish your goals in the future.
As a reminder, you are my Protector, not my keeper.
There is a difference.
I suggest you learn it.
Alright, what do you make of this? "Two months ago the Taelons initiated a lawsuit against Hamerlin Guns and Ammo" Makers of the energy weapon used in the attack on the embassy.
Taelons argued that it was possible to modify Hamerlin's pulse weapons to make them more powerful.
Looks like the Taelons lost their case.
Court records were then sealed under order of National Security.
So, how did you find out? A friend at the Department of Justice likes to hear himself talk.
The gun, the attack, none of it adds up.
So, who's this guy? We don't know.
I think he was acting alone.
I got Augur working with some surveillance tapes of the area, but the shooter had some kind of jamming device on him.
Well, if anyone could pull an image, it's Augur.
What about the gun? No prints.
But the FBI matched the registration to a shipment of stolen CD-57s hijacked from a transport six weeks ago.
Thatll lead nowhere fast.
The real issue is that the device the shooter used to bump up the weapon's discharge.
- The transducer.
- Yes, black market.
There's only a handful of people capable of making such a device and they stay pretty much underground.
It's just too many loose ends that lead back to the Taelons.
- They gotta be involved in this.
- What else is new? Mr.
Urick.
Nice to see you, Miss Palmer.
Thanks for meeting me.
Well, when the Chief of Staff for the President of the United States wants to see me, I usually try to fit him in.
I appreciate that.
What can I get you to drink? - Thank you.
They know me here.
- I'll remember that.
So, Mr.
Urick, we've seen each other at charity events, openings, fundraisers for what, five years now? Sounds about right.
And we've never said more than ten words to each other, and now out of the blue you ask me to lunch.
Why? Well, it took me a while to get my courage up.
Nice try.
I'll make that a barely passable try.
I do appreciate your honesty.
Let me offer the same.
The President is anxious to leave office with his popularity at all-time high.
So, our strategy is to court the heavy hitters first, like yourself, the opinion makers.
What's he worried about? Thompson will be fairly remembered in the White House when first contact with the companions was made.
Yeah, but he'd rather be remembered as a president who successfully integrated Taelon culture into human society.
Are you telling me those rumors of discord between the President and Zo'or were just political gossip? Well, let's just say that the two parties have reached a new understanding.
One that they both can live with.
I see how this all works for the President, but what about you, Mr.
Urick? Where do you stand? Well, when it comes to Taelons, right behind my President, of course.
Can I interest you with some popcorn as an appetizer, perhaps? - It's really fresh.
- Sure, why not? Let me show you what I got.
This is the best you can pull off the surveillance tapes? Hey, I don't know what kind of jamming device this guy was using.
Nothing off the shelf, that's for sure.
- Never seen distortion like that.
- Terrific.
Have ye a little faith.
Your teams of brilliant FBI agents canvasing buildings around the embassy, right? - Yeah, they didn't turned up a thing.
- Did they think to look here? Into few of these.
Nearly every office in those buildings has a computer equipped with a video pickup like this.
And some of those are facing the window.
Now, I got to thinking.
What if somebody was video conferencing at the exact same time of the attack? Now, it took some digging, I almost gave up, but then Wade Williams came through.
He just finalized the deal with the textile manufacture in Malaysia when he got up.
And right at that moment the jamming signal was too far away to be effective.
- Augur, you're a - A genius, yes, so I've been told.
Anyway, I ran the image through the FBI global ID bank.
- Scott Pierce, that's our man.
- Don't go opening the champagne just yet.
Not until you see his last known address.
Saint John's Neurological Center? Looking for someone? Zo'or? I think the process actually gets easier with each transfer.
You were through with this, I thought we agreed.
I knew a lack of brain activity would allow my temporary presence in human body.
But I did not anticipate that without intellect to control them, the human's animal urges would surge unencumbered through the body.
What of the Commonality? You yourself said they would never condone this.
I will not limit my actions in accordance to the will of the Synod.
There's more to learn from the experience.
I believe we have much to gain.
I shall proceed.
Pierce's body is already severely damaged.
I don't know how much more abuse it can take.
Nonsense, it is merely a vessel.
A container for my life force.
And I have never felt better.
I cannot possibly guarantee your safety under these circumstances.
Should something happen and can't get to a portal, you can become trapped in this body.
You could die, Zo'or.
The pursuit of knowledge is not without its risks, Agent Sandoval.
You were about to tell me about a patient of yours Scott Pierce.
Right.
Well, you do appreciate my predicament, don't you? With most of our patients their families leave the hospital, that's me, completely responsible for them.
Privacy is of utmost concern.
Well, Scott Pierce is a suspect in the shooting at the embassy.
Well, then I suggest you got some homework to do.
Scott Pierce has been in a coma for the last 3 months.
I'd like to see him myself, Doctor.
Look, if it were up to me, you could wheel him down the station and snap a mug shot, for all I care.
But it isn't.
Unauthorized visitations are strictly forbidden.
Even for a Companion Protector.
Thanks for your time.
I'll be back.
- What is it? - A Companion Protector was just here, - asking questions.
- Who? - Major Kincaid.
- Tighten security and wait for my orders.
There's no record of you in Saint John system.
When did they start this procedure? I worked here for two years and all of a sudden it maximum security prison? I don't know, sir.
International Global Link.
I forgot my flex reader.
I'm already checked in, it's down there.
- Ma'am! - Look, I'm late for surgery, my name's gotta be in there, Dr.
Mitchell Hunter, try it again.
I've got a patient waiting, a sick man.
It's Mitchell Hunter.
Hunter, with an H.
Here I am.
Right above the International Global Link.
Thank you.
- Eagan.
- I'm here.
He's on his way in.
You have men ready? Yeah, professionals, just like you insisted.
Make sure they understand.
- Absolutely no one gets killed.
- Got it.
Can you hear me? He's in ward 6, room 525.
Who are you? Oh, I'm sorry, I must be in the wrong room.
- Are you looking for Scott? - No, I'm not.
Is he your husband? Yeah.
He's a cop.
He was shot during a robbery.
- The Taelons, they are really helping him.
- Is he in treatment now? I don't know, he was supposed to be back tonight, but no one tell me where he is.
Actually, I - Do you think you could help me find him? - I'll do what I can.
What's your problem? I have no problem.
Nice voice, freak.
- Do not touch me again.
- Or what? Or I will touch you back.
You are gonna die.
Now you understand my concern, Zo'or.
What I understand is that the human survival instinct is simply remarkable.
It completely overtook his body.
But those men could've killed you.
Highly unlikely.
I have never felt so energized, so invincible.
The human body is not indestructible.
A normal man with these injuries would already be dead.
Your life force is the only thing that kept it going.
And your point? The transference process alone is burning him up.
You're destroying him.
Without proper recovery time, Scott Pierce will die.
If you're not careful, you will die.
I have no intentions of dying, Agent Sandoval.
And Scott Pierce is irrelevant.
I hope you won't take this the wrong way, but.
.
you look prettier than most of my customers.
Well, you're not exactly what I pictured either.
Well, I keep a pretty low profile.
Have to in my line of work.
You must have pretty good contacts if you found me.
Augur says you're the best.
So, what have you got for me? Nice.
How much? Well, maybe we can work something out.
Some kind of trade.
- It all depends.
- On? Whether you accept my invitation to dinner tomorrow night.
Gee, with a smooth delivery like that how could any girl resist, huh? Hi, honey, who's your friend? Hold down there, cowboy! Companion Protector Liam Kincaid.
I've done nothing, you've got nothing on me.
Oh, relax, I just want to ask you some questions.
I don't have to answer anything without a lawyer present.
Oh, no, you don't, but might be able avoid all of that if you just cooperate.
Ever seen this? It's not mine if that's what you wanna know.
Whose is it then? You should know your competition.
Of course, I do.
And nobody does this kind of work, not that pretty.
What if you had to guess? Well, looks high dollar.
Might be government, maybe Taelon.
But then again just pretty much the same thing these days, aren't they? You are my last resort.
I pleaded with Zo'or to stop to no avail.
And so by revealing the details of his experiment to me, you hope that I will convince him to cease his reckless behavior.
Zo'or is playing with fire, you have to help, no one else can.
His concern sounds almost genuine.
He's obsessed.
If he continues I'm sure he'll die.
And will the tragedy be his death, Agent Sandoval, or your subsequent loss of power? - Power? - Yes.
Power over the multitude of enemies you seem to accumulate.
May I remind you Da'an, that the only enemies I have are enemies of the Taelons.
- So, how did you find Pierce? - I ran his DNA signature in the database of the ID Portal Authority.
Now, he's come and gone through Then he returned to the mother ship.
He's there now.
- Surprise, surprise.
- Yeah.
And it gets more interesting.
I ran some tests on the video tape you gave me.
Any idea how Pierce was jamming those frequencies? Yeah.
With Taelon energy.
What's the bottom line? If I didn't know any better, I'd say that Pierce is Taelon.
Getting these energy weapons off the street can be worth your life, Zo'or.
You underestimate the dilemma.
Now that there's such ease in obtaining the transducers, the proliferation of energy weapons on Earth poses a serious threat to Taelon security.
Even so, there are certainly other less destructive ways of dealing with the situation.
The Taelons cannot mandate a ban of these weapons.
So, we must manipulate your species to ban them for us.
You honestly believe that by perpetrating a high profile crime with a pulse weapon, you can rally needed support? Most certainly.
I have already demonstrated that the manipulation of the human electorate is a straightforward proposition.
Only if you have an issue capable of galvanizing human emotion.
And even then, we require an image, a symbol we can grasp onto, a tragedy that can unite us.
Precisely, Agent Sandoval.
Miss Palmer, there's a gentleman here to see you.
Well, well.
Twice in one week.
To what do I owe the pleasure this time? I wanted to personally ensure your attendance at this fund raiser I'm hosting tonight.
I'm sorry, I thought my office already called with my Oh, yeah, they did, that's why I'm here.
To change your mind.
- I'm flattered, Mr.
Urick.
- Please, call me Hubble.
Alright, Hubble.
But you came all the way here just to invite me to your party? What, are all the globals in the White House broken? Well, the other day at lunch, I got the feeling that you're holding something back.
- When we were talking about the Taelons.
- Nothing could be further from the truth.
I guess I misread you, I'm sorry.
What exactly are you getting at, Hubble? Look, Renee, I haven't made any secret with my problem with the Taelon occupation of the Earth.
Occupation? That's certainly a negative slant on their presence here, wouldn't you say? I know you're aware of the Taelons' operation during the state of emergency.
- How would you characterize it? - Exactly as you have.
But then why did the President initiated the state emergency to begin with? Well, that's a valid question.
And in my opinion, it was a mistake.
And what do you want from me? Regardless of my personal feelings, the President has asked me to broker peace between the Taelons and the Administration, and to do that, I need to have the advice of someone who's working successfully with the Taelons.
- Me? - You.
Come to the event, observe, and then give me your take on how to best deal with the Taelons.
Taelons? Just as an advisor.
That's all I'm asking.
Really? I thought it was a fund raiser.
You're not asking me for a big check as well? Okay, your analysis and a big check.
Alright, Hubble.
I'll be there.
- Verbal commands.
- Acknowledged.
- Midas.
- Your identity is confirmed, Major Kincaid.
I'm looking for a human named Scott Pierce.
Where is he on the ship? Unknown.
What about Zo'or, where's he now? Bridge.
Show me an overlay of Zo'or's movements on the ship.
Everywhere he's gone for the past 48 hours.
- Tell me what's there.
- Restricted.
Information not available.
Thank you for coming.
Good evening.
- You look absolutely wonderful.
- Thank you.
- Zo'or will be here shortly.
- That should get the party going.
I'm sorry, I guess I've just heard Zo'or's stock speech too many times.
You know the game.
The President needs Zo'or as an ally.
You can achieve an alliance without portaling in the entire Hollywood A-list.
It's to me like you wanna impress him.
Well, let's just say I wouldn't be unhappy if Zo'or left here with a good impression.
President's good will, or you? Both, actually.
Weren't we just talking yesterday about your problems with the Taelons? No candidate is gonna get elected to a national office without the support of the Taelons, that's a political reality.
Nothing else, I am a realist.
Sounds to me like you've got political plans of your own.
Don't get me wrong.
The country would be lucky to have you in public service.
Thank you.
It means a lot.
Consider tonight the beginning of a relationship.
If you ever need any help with our alien friends, you know where to find me, Hubble.
Thanks for that, too, Renee.
Observe.
- What's going on? - I'm on the mother ship, where they've been keeping Pierce's comatose body in some kind of transfer room.
- Transfer room? - Augur was right.
- Pierce is a Taelon.
Zo'or.
- What? The transfer process must have pulled Pierce out of his coma but is left him vulnerable to Zo'or's control.
It must've been Zo'or's energy jamming all the cameras.
I just missed Pierce.
There's a security lock on this portal, I can't track him.
He's wearing a tuxedo, I have no idea where he was headed.
I do.
Sniper! Sniper! Everyone down! I've got the shooter! Secure the building! Look for accomplices! - You alright? - Yeah.
You're dying, let me help you.
He's taking him to the mother ship.
He'll never get out of there alive.
Help me get him on the gurney.
We have to complete the transfer before Pierce dies.
The human subject is no longer in a coma.
The transfer procedure had the residual effect of awaking him from his malady.
We can return him to the hospital.
It is unfortunate that Mr.
Pierce will not be able to enjoy recovery.
He is a loose end that must be severed.
Terminate him.
And dispose of the body.
Display all current inter-ship communication links.
Switch to commlink code AB-409.
Dispose of the body on C Deck.
I'll meet you there.
- Sir, this person is dead.
- Execute the order, Volunteer.
- What activated the sirens? - It was a false alarm, sir.
Very well, proceed.
Your lust for blood and violence will destroy us.
To the contrary, it will save us.
Then you admit that seeking to ban the energy weapons was but a ruse.
That you sought out such degeneracy for its own sake.
Without hesitation.
It is essential that I know the power of human survival instinct.
Kill or be killed.
I felt it, experienced it.
You are an abomination to the Commonality.
The Jaridians are a violent murderous species.
If the Taelons cannot find a way to take an evolutionary step backwards and reacquire basic survival instincts, they will slaughter us.
Before you pass judgement and damn the entire Taelon race, I challenge you to feel this power that I have felt.
- Doctor.
Any news? - As a matter of fact - Hi, sweetheart.
- I knew it, I knew you'd be okay.
They're totally exposed here, we gotta move them out now, - get them into hiding.
- Yeah, one more minute.
Who knows how many more theyll get after today.
Axarion