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What have you got for me today?

Terra Nova S01E09
"Vs."

By Mikhel for Subtitulos.es
==SPREAD THE WORD==

I'm gonna ask
you one more time.

What have you told the Sixers?

We only ever did business
with Mira and her people.

They "quid-ed,"
I "pro quo-ed."

Medical supplies for money,
I never gave them

any information about the inside
workings of the colony.

Where's my son?

I swear I have no idea.

Is he the one helping Mira
communicate with 2149?

I don't know how she does it!

I don't know anything.

You know more than
you're telling me,

and that's unacceptable,

so you're gonna sit here
and you're gonna rot,

until you're ready to start

answering questions
to my satisfaction.

Now, what have you told
the Sixers?

Have a seat, Taylor,

because if I have to
tell you everything

I don't know all over again...

we're gonna be here awhile.

You look tired, Tom.

Get some rest.

We'll talk later.

Meantime... sleep tight.

How many of these
do we have left?

A few.

Okay, eight.

Ten.

But it beats digging
trenches, doesn't it?

Cleaning the hair catcher
in your shower

beats digging trenches, Maddy.

You're disgusting.

Well, between trenches,
hair catchers

and pretty lanterns,

I say we celebrate
this Harvest Carnival, huh?

Harvest Festival.

When everybody celebrates
the day

Commander Taylor came
through the portal.

That's good.

Hey.

Hi. What's all this?

Guess who got the lead
in the Harvest play.

Me!
No!

Yeah! Our daughter's gonna
be playing none other

than Commander Nathaniel Taylor
himself.

How about that!

This is very convincing.

- It will be.
- We're going to paint it gray.

Dad, can I talk to you?

Yeah. Uh, you're still grounded.

Good talk, son.

I know. Can I talk to
you in private, please?

Okay.
Good.

Yeah? Can you move?
Can you talk?

It's about Boylan.

Yeah?

Uh, I know you don't like him.

But the since the bar closed,

no one's heard
from him in a while,

and I was just wondering
if you knew where he was.

He's been detained.

So Taylor's interrogating him?

Commander Taylor
is questioning him.

You don't think
Boylan's a Sixer, do you?

I don't know.

He's got some pretty big
questions he needs to answer.

I mean, just doing business

with the Sixers is a big deal.

Yeah, I get that.

But it was just business, Dad.

He's not the first one
to go behind Taylor's...

Commander Taylor's back.

You've done it.
Do you belong in a jail cell?

Josh, this isn't about me.

I know this is all my fault.
None of this would be

happening if I hadn't
stolen the meds.

I'm just asking you

to check on Boylan.
That's all. Please?

I'll see what I can do.

Reynolds, got a two-day drive
to Med outpost Nine.

Mandatory check-in
every hundred klicks,

full contingent report
on arrival.

Yes, sir.

Hey, stay sharp.

Move out!

You closed Boylan's bar.

That I did.

Word is, you've had him
locked up in your compound

for the last two days straight.

That would be standard
interrogation procedure.

Uh-huh. You making
any progress?

Well, come have a
look for yourself.

Mares eat oats, does eat oats,

and little lambs eat ivy...

Is he okay?
Fine.

I spiked his food with
something "special."

Thought it might loosen him up.

Looks like you gave him
a little too much.

Oh, it's not impossible. Mm.

He still won't say how he's
communicating with Mira.

Probably just using

a secure band or network
you don't know about.

I've been monitoring
every magnetic, radio

and all electronic signal
in the sky for months now.

Nah, they're using
something else.

Well, I don't
think you're gonna

get much out of him today.

If not today, tomorrow.

He'll break.

You know, he did shoot a Sixer
and saved your life recently.

You really think
he's working for them?

Even if he's not,
just having him here

might make the real spy
feel safer;

maybe even slip up.

But that ain't exactly
grounds to hold him.

Mm. He's got
information.

"Grounds" or not,
he's gonna give it up.

I want the truth, you
hear me?! The truth!

Commander, we've got a situation
with the power grid

at the new housing section.

I'm on my way.

You coming?

I'm just gonna give him
some water.

Flush his system a bit.

Hey, Boylan...

drink this.

It's water.

You all right?

You want the truth, Taylor?

'Cause I know the truth.

Uh... I'm not...

It's buried right where
you left it.

What is?

Right by Pilgrim's Tree.

You-you want to push me?

What's a Pilgrim's Tree?

Then I'm gonna
tell the whole world...

then it's all over for you,
Taylor.

It's all over.

Oh, my God, Jim, what's
that in your eye?

What?

It's a flicker of intelligence.

Who knew?

I'll be out of your three
remaining hairs in a minute.

I'm just looking for something
called Pilgrim's Tree

on the map of the colony here.

Why are you looking
for Pilgrim's Tree?

Why don't you tell me
where it is,

and we'll wrap
this conversation right up?

Well, it's the large
banyan that Taylor lived in

when he first came
through the portal.

Taylor lived in a tree?

Uh-huh.
It kept him safe.

Of course, that's the lore.

Sometimes the story's
more important

than the truth, isn't it?

Plus a heroic tale's good for
morale. Sows little seeds...

Malcolm...
Yep?

Just... the tree?

There.

Judging from
the bone structure,

I'd say you have yourself
a middle-aged male...

his right arm missing
below the elbow here.

Can't tell yet if he lost it
before he died or after.

It could've been
carried away by predators.

Can you tell how long
he'd been buried there?

Uh, going off decomposition,

I'd say four to six years.

What about a cause of death?

Well, I can tell you this.

He could have been shot.

That could be a bullet hole

punching through the rib there

on its way passing
through the body.

Did you tell Taylor
about this yet?

I wasn't planning on it.

Why not?

When Boylan told me
where to find the body,

he thought he was talking
to Taylor.

Well, it seemed like
he was threatening

to use it to expose
Taylor somehow.

Well, you don't think...

Taylor killed him?

I think Taylor would do anything
if he thought it was

in the best interest
of the colony.

Right now I just
need some answers,

starting with who this was.

Yeah. All right,
I'll do what I can.

Thanks.

Just do it quietly.

Yeah.

Castle, this is Squire One.
Now passing 400 klicks, over.

- Squire One, Castle.
- I copy you at 400.

Talk to you at 500. Out.

We got Sixers!

Incoming!

Whoa! Whoa! Get out!

On the ground!

Oh!

Don't move.

Come on, come on, come on!

Better?

Why did you send me
to find that body?

What body?

By Pilgrim's Tree.

You told me there
was something there.

I found it.

Logging a little
one-on-one time, Shannon?

Such a beautiful spot.

It's the perfect place for a...

nap in the shade...

What's he going on about?

Oh, no idea.

He's been blabbering like that
for 20 minutes.

Thought maybe the, uh,

good cop-bad cop angle
might yield some results.

Did it?

No.

Well, I guess it's time
the bad cop got a turn.

Lieutenant Washington!

Yes, sir!

Let Hope Plaza know
we're ready to receive!

Hope Plaza, we're
ready to receive.

Okay, good, guys.

Sam, that's your cue.

Sam needs to go
to the bathroom.

Okay. Bathroom break.

Everybody go now, please.

Wash your hands. Zoe!
Zoe, leave the beard.

Come on.

Hey, kids, relax.
It's just a bug.

Are you kidding?
This thing's huge!

Whoa!

Sorry. Thought it might
bite one of the kids.

Guys, you might
want to see this.

What is it?

I don't know. It's got
some sort of microchip on it.

This is how Mira and her spy
have been communicating.

It-It's the Cretaceous
equivalent of a carrier pigeon.

You're telling me the Sixers

have trained a bug to carry
messages back and forth?

Yeah. I mean, insects respond
to powerful attractors...

maybe a specific color,

actually more likely
a, a scent or a sound.

They must've figured
out how to lure it

back and forth
between two locations.

You gotta hand it to them;
this is... ingenious.

Well, you don't have to
sound so damn impressed.

Sorry.

This chip it was carrying.

What's on it?

Yeah, it was
damaged beyond repair.

There's no way of knowing
what the message was,

or who it was intended for.

If we release the bug, let it
fly wherever it was going,

wouldn't it take us to the spy?

Yeah. Unfortunately,
the wings are damaged.

Its flying days are over,
I'm afraid.

Damn it, Malcolm, you got
any good news for me?

Commander, we have a problem.

Carry on.

I'd just checked in with
them when they were hit.

Mira?
She was at the lead.

Corporal, report.

They knew everything
about us, sir.

What route we'd take,
what time we'd be there,

how many of us were there.
Never had a chance.

You get yourself
to the infirmary.

Have Dr. Shannon
stitch up that gash.

Check out the rest
of your team, as well.

Yes, sir.

I put that convoy together

after you had Boylan
in the hole.

He couldn't have told
Mira where to hit them.

I don't trust that reptile.

I suppose you're right.

Let him go.
Sir.

Mark!

I heard what happened.
Are you okay?

Hey. Yeah.
Oh, you're bleeding.

- Are you dizzy? You might have a concussion.
- No.

Look, you really don't
want to let that slide.

- I know, I know that you might think...
- I know.

M-M-Maddy. Maddy.
I'm, I'm fine.

Really. Okay?

I'm sorry.

I, uh... I was just
really worried about you.

No, no. D-Don't be sorry.

I was just thinking I, uh...

might like to get
ambushed more often.

Any progress ID-ing
our little friend?

It's a bit of a puzzle,
actually.

His DNA doesn't match anyone

who's come through the portal
since day one.

Okay, so maybe he's a stowaway.

Someone who managed to
get through a Pilgrimage

without being noticed.

The problem is, he didn't come
through on any known Pilgrimage.

How do you mean?

Time displacement leaves
a molecular signature.

So, everything that passes
through the portal

is left with a sort
of trace imprint.

So our guy doesn't have
a molecular signature?

No, he does.

It's just, it doesn't belong to
any Pilgrimage that's on record.

According to my scans,
he came through the portal

some time between the Second
and the Third Pilgrimages.

How's that possible?

You tell me.

Wow. Love what you've
done with the place.

We're closed.

I gotta clean up the mess
that Taylor's men made

after they ripped up the joint.

I found the body.

Under Pilgrim's Tree.

Sorry, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Yeah, well, you were drugged,

and then you confessed
to killing the guy.

I did not!

Oh,

you do know what I'm talking
about all of a sudden.

Look, all I did was help
Taylor bury the body.

I have no idea how he got dead
or even who he was.

Hmm.

I'm listening.

Okay.

A few years back, I'm on
patrol duty outside the gates.

This is when you were
in the service, so

that's what, five,
six years ago?

Five.

My last night on active duty,

and I see a light

out in the jungle,
I hear a noise,

and when I go to check it out,

Taylor's standing there
over this dead fellow...

the one you dug up...
wrapped in a blanket,

and he looks up at me
and he goes,

"You got to help me,
Tommy Boy."

Tommy Boy, really?

Well, believe it
or not, Shannon,

the commander and I
used to be mates...

not so much
after that night, but yeah.

Hmm.

Did Taylor say
what had happened?

Taylor was a madman.

He just kept going on

about how the whole thing
was Lucas's fault.

Lucas... Taylor's son?

Hmm.
Oh.

Anyway, Taylor just kept saying

Lucas called the guy,
that, that the guy came

through the portal because
Lucas asked him to come.

But how did Taylor's son
play into how the guy died?

I don't know,

but that was the last night
anyone saw Lucas Taylor.

You think the commander had
something to do with that?

Taylor's a complete bastard...
and then some... but

he loved his son.

He, he'd rather slit his
own throat than hurt Lucas.

What do you think
went down that night?

You're the bloody cop;

I'm just a bartender.

I mean, how would I know?

You may not be a Sixer spy,

but don't pretend
you don't know a little

about everything
that goes on in this place.

I strong-armed Taylor
into deeding me my bar

in trade for
keeping his secret.

I'm not about to risk that
by playing at guessing.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm going to go sleep
for about a month.

Malcolm, what are you doing?

I was about to ask you
the same thing.

What is all this?

Work... mine,
not yours.

You have no right
to unlock my work drawer.

I am Chief Science Officer
for all of Terra Nova.

Your work is my work.

Now, what is all this?

Well, I'm performing
an autopsy.

A... on a,
a five-year-old skeleton?

Yes.

Well, where'd it come from?
What happened to it?

I'm working on it, okay?

Look, I'm sorry, why
do you need to know?

Because you don't want me to,

and I like having
secrets in my own lab.

Oh, Malcolm, you could
never keep your nose

out of other people's
work, could you?

Have you told
Commander Taylor about this?

I'm waiting till I know more

before I bother
the commander with it.

You still don't understand
much about protocol

around here, do you?

Or are you just playing dumb?

I'll be back

with Commander Taylor.

I woke up yesterday morning

to an anonymous note on my door

saying that there was a body
buried out by Pilgrim's Tree,

so I went to take a
look, and there he was.

I'd like to see the note.

I'll check to see
if I still have it.

Do that.

You say you didn't know
anything about this?

No, not until a
few minutes ago.

I figured he was
just some poor sap...

wandered outside the gates
and became slasher bait.

Slasher even took his arm
as a souvenir, you know.

Don't think so.

Nah, got to be a Sixer.

I've always thought
at least some of 'em

must have falsified
their DNA labs

to cover up
their criminal records.

Well, that would explain

why he's not showing
up on the database.

I appreciate the fact
you don't want me distracted

from other things...
Boylan, the Sixers,

whatever... but, you know,
something like this,

you really do need
to be keep me apprised of it.

It won't happen again.

No harm done.

You're still new here,

still got
a few things to learn.

Shannon.

What do you want to do?

I don't even have
an I.D. on the victim,

let alone a motive for
why Taylor killed him.

If Taylor thinks you're
building a case against him,

he's not just going
to take that lying down.

No, he's not.

Okay, let's
run it from the top.

Citizens of the future,

we're here to give humanity
a fresh start,

embracing the principles

of justice, fairness and trust.

You have place your trust

in me, and you have my word,

today and until my final day,
that it's an honor.

I will never betray you.

Malcolm.

Commander, thank
you for coming.

What's on your mind?

I figured out what
the Sixers are using

to draw the dragonfly
back and forward.

It's a sonic signature.

You see, unlike their
modern age cousins,

dragonflies from this era

have timpanic membranes
on their antennae

capable of hearing sounds
from miles away.

Uh-huh.

Right. I used
a tuning fork.

I was able to identify
the specific frequency

that the dragonfly is
trained to home in on.

I don't hear anything.

No, 'cause you're
not a dragonfly.

It's a subsonic signature.

Only certain insects are
capable of hearing it.

42.8 Hunzel to be precise.

You know, Malcolm, I am all for
the onward march of science,

but I just don't see how this is
going to help me catch a spy.

It seems to me
that whoever it is,

has got to be wondering why they
didn't get their last message, right?

So, it stands to reason

that they're still broadcasting
the homing frequency.

That's a big assumption.

Look, a lot of people saw Dunham
swat that bug out of the air.

If I'm the spy, I shut
down my transmitter.

If they didn't,

then the dragonfly will lead us
right to the spy's front door.

Just as you suggested yesterday.

If they didn't, and if the dragonfly
could fly, but the fly can't fly.

I saved the best bit for last.

I managed to surgically
repair its wing.

Malcolm, you're all right.

I don't care what anybody says.

We're going to release it while
everybody's at the festival.

And you, you're going to take us
right to the spy, aren't you?

Okay, so I put a locator chip
in its leg so we can track it.

- We all good?
- Bugs away.

Come on, fella.

Fly you stupid bug.

Go to your master.

Okay, got it.
Let's go.

Where'd it go?
Over there, by the probe.

Come on, Reynolds,
you're with us.

Seven years ago, mankind entered

its darkest and most
desperate hour.

Food was scarce,
the air difficult to breathe.

Our world was dying,

and then a rip in time
was discovered,

and a bold new opportunity
loomed for mankind.

But who would lead

this glorious mission?

Commander Nathaniel Taylor.

General Philbrick, sir.

Welcome my old friend.

It's been a long time.

Too long, sir.

We have served side by side
on many missions, my friend,

and now I have the honor

of sending you
on the greatest mission of all.

Philbrick only had one arm.

Are you thinking what
I think you're thinking?

There's a play going on.

Let's talk.
Yeah.

We'll be right back.

Where are you going?

Where'd it go?
Did we lose it?

It says it went into the house.

Is this the house
I think it is?

Can't be.

The Shannons.

Could that body you found really
be the General Richard Philbrick?

He lost his arm in
Mogadishu, I think it was.

Yeah, but I remember seeing something
on the news a few years ago

about him being killed in
South America or somewhere.

No, he went missing, but I don't
think a body was ever found.

Okay, what if you're right?

What if it is Philbrick?

Who sent him here, and
why all the secrecy?

Philbrick was Taylor's
commanding officer.

The only reason I can think of

for why anyone would
send him back here would be

to relieve Taylor
of his command.

James Shannon.

I'm placing you under arrest.

I'm charging you
with conspiracy

and endangering the welfare
of this colony.

What?
We found evidence in your house

that proves you've been
communicating with the Sixers.

You're working for Mira.

You're the spy, Shannon.

This is absurd.
Where's the evidence?

Take him.

Well... Jim.
You got to be kidding me.

Let him go!
What the...

Shannon, I suggest

we do this quietly, peacefully.

Let's not ruin
the festivities for everyone.

This is wrong.
You're lying.

Elisabeth.

Take him away, Reynolds.

We got ourselves a
situation here, Shannon.

Damn it, Taylor,
I am not the Sixer spy,

and you know it.

You know what I think, Shannon.

I think that there might be

a perfectly
reasonable and innocent

explanation to the how and why

Mira's dragonfly ended up
on your doorstep.

Now, if that should
prove to be the case,

I'm happy to move on,

find myself the real spy.

Preferably with your help.

So, in other words,

if I drop my investigation,
we're all good.

Do we have an understanding?

Sorry.

So am I.

I'm not letting this go
till I get to the truth.

You want to stop me,

you lock that door
and throw away the key.

Why'd you kill
General Philbrick?

If I hadn't, he would
have killed me.

Why?

'Cause you refused
to step down?

Refused to let him
relieve you of your command?

Damn right I refused.

The people who sent Philbrick
are the same people

who sent the Sixers.

They want me out.

They want me dead.

'Cause I got onto
what they're planning.

Which is what exactly?

These people,
these vile people...

they don't see Terra Nova
as a second chance for humanity.

To them, it's another place

to strip and plunder
for all it's worth.

A commodity,

an infinite pipeline to pump
precious resources into 2149

to line their own
filthy pockets,

to squeeze

till Terra Nova gives up
its last breath of life.

But the pipeline

doesn't go from here to there.

The fracture only goes one way.

If my son has anything
to say about it,

that's going to change.

What has Lucas got to do

with all of this?

He came in
on the Second Pilgrimage.

About the proudest day
of my life.

My boy.

Father and son

gonna fight to build a
brave, new world together.

But what I didn't know was...

he was on the other side,

on their side from the get-go.

He was working on calculations

to make the portal go
both ways.

When I found out
what he was doing...

I destroyed all his work.

He hated me
from that minute on.

Two days later, he went OTG.

I followed him.

Lucas, what are you doing here?

I'm, uh, waiting for a friend.

What friend?

And there,

impossibly...

there was
General Richard Philbrick.

What the hell's going on here?

Consider it a palace coup.

General?

I'm here to replace you,
soldier.

I'm in command
of Terra Nova now.

Over my dead body, sir.

Hope Plaza assured...

Hope Plaza has nothing
to do with it.

They're not in charge of
Terra Nova, never have been.

What are you talking about?

There are bigger players
involved here, son.

Best you just step down

graciously, Nathaniel.

And the good General tried
to relieve me

then and there of my duty.

And I refused,

and the General
tried to kill me.

And so I found myself having
to kill my mentor.

And as if

that wasn't bad enough,
I still to deal with my son.

Ah, go ahead, kill me.

You're my son.

I won't do it.

You're a traitor.

There's no place in Terra Nova
for you.

I never want to see
your face again.

You'll see me
again, Commander.

Just hope I show you
the kindness you showed me.

And that's the last time
I saw of him.

That was five years ago.

He never stopped working
on those calculations.

He'd write them on rocks
for me to find.

Almost like he was taunting me.

And... you've kept this
to yourself this whole time?

If the people of Terra Nova knew
that all the blood,

sweat and tears they've put
into building this place

was built on a lie,

and would probably come
to absolutely nothing,

well, they might as well
lay down and die

and forget the whole damn thing.

I won't allow that to happen.

I'll fight with
everything I've got

even if I have to do it alone.

You're free to go.

You know, uh,

you really didn't have
to take it this far.

You have to forgive me
for playing rough, Jim,

but then again,
we are talking about the fate

of the human race here.

My own son is out there
formulating

an equation that'll allow

his friends on the other side
to have their way with our home.

If you were in my place,

would you bow,

would you let those people

do here in Terra Nova

what they did to the Earth
we left behind?

Or would you fight?

I would fight.

I will fight.

Jim?

It's okay. I'm okay.

Mr. Shannon is free to go.

I thought you said that
he was a Sixer spy, sir.

I was mistaken.

Our spy's still
out there somewhere.

But the dragonfly led us
straight to his place.

It followed
a specific frequency.

Apparently, the very same
frequency emitted

by Shannon's pistol charger.

Wash, you and Reynolds
are dismissed.

Sir.

My apologies
for the misunderstanding.

Even here in paradise,
we're victimized by technology.

Enjoy your evening.

Okay.

My dragonfly did not follow
the frequency

of a bloody pistol charger.

Your dragonfly?

What did you do,

plant an emitter broadcasting
at 42.8 in his house?

And if I did?

Then I'd ask you why.

Enjoy the festival, Malcolm.

Taylor's son was behind
the whole thing.

I know. I couldn't
believe it either.

We got an uphill
battle ahead of us.

Did you see, did you see?!

Yeah, baby I did,
and you were terrific!

Incredible.

Mike, did you see?

Commander Taylor, sir!

It's me.

Zoe? I could've sworn that
you were Commander Taylor.

He's silly.
Yeah.

He is silly.
You know why?

Because Commander
Taylor's nowhere near

as cute as you.

Mr. Shannon, sir,
would you mind

if I stole your daughter
away for a dance?

Um...

Knock yourselves out.

Go on.

Zoe.

Fireworks!

Fellow citizens of Terra Nova,

welcome to the Harvest Festival.

Today we make the time
to take a reckoning

of everything
that we've accomplished together

and to give thanks
for everything we have.

And today, we welcome
our newest Terra Novan...

Paul and Bea Duncan have added
a baby boy to our community.

Say hello to Alexander
Nathanial Duncan.

Oh, me?

Come on.
I got ya.

This is what Terra Nova's
all about.

Oh, oh, here, go to Mama.

About good friends and family
and loved ones.

We're all in this together.

Without all of you,
I'd have nothing.

You're my friends, my family,
my loved ones.

And today I give thanks
for each and every one of you.

By Mikhel for Subtitulos.es
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