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We're getting ready to land, sweetie, so
I'm going to sign off soon.

I just wanted you to know I love you,
and I'm thinking about you.

I told Grandma she could make your
bedtime an hour later than usual.

She says you've been having bad dreams.

Remember what Mommy told you.

Anytime you wake up from a bad dream,
just turn on the light, look at Mommy's

picture, and know that I'm always with
you.

Even though I'm too far away to hold
you, I'm always with you.

I know all this talk of war is scary.

It scares me too.

But that's why we're here.

It's our job to meet with the dregs and
try to find a way to stop the bad

feelings between us.

There's a lot of people who don't think
this summit will make a difference.

But I think we're going to do just fine.

I love you, sweetheart.

I'll be home as soon as I can.

End transmission. Ministry of Defense
Envoy Kate Woods.

We're here. We're the dregs. I'm sure
they'll be here. The conditions of the

summer were crystal clear. Mr. Ambach. I
refuse to allow these talks to get off

on the wrong foot, Colonel.

And climbing back into the shuttle and
leaving before we even get started is

wrong foot.

Seeker, feed in our handshake signal.

What's the point? They're not here. They
will be. Both parties were to enter

this facility at 1900 hours sharp. It is
now 1910.

Our shuttle just left. Theirs isn't even
on final approach.

I don't need to remind you the
confidence of a terrorist attack is

We have every reason to leave. Colonel,
we have a chance to gain some real

confessions here.

We're sitting ducks.

Ask your expert if you don't believe me.

Their culture is based on actions.

It's about the only thing you can count
on with the drag.

If they're late, they may not be coming
at all.

Well, their actions are speaking volumes
to me.

Seagore, find out where they are.

There. They're on their way. This is
just a little hiccup. With all due

if the diplomats of the world had done
their jobs properly, none of us would be

here right now. Sir, I'm picking up a
signal.

The reg ambassador's shuttle is
experiencing a navigational problem.

I don't like this one damn bit. We had
trouble with the ion storm. Why couldn't

they? This is going to be a hell of a
negotiation if you take everything they

say at face value. You act like they
have no history of murder or violence.

I know full well what the regs are
capable of, Colonel.

Ambassador. The shuttle's declaring an
emergency.

Take your shuttle. Repeat.

You're breaking up.

Hey.

Sabotage.

Sabotage? If they think we're
responsible, they'll consider it an act

Your battleship just went on full alert.
We're no human command. This is an

ambassador. Weapons systems are coming
online. A buyer. This is not our doing.

We're here on a mission of peace.

Get our ship out.

Conquest. Withdraw. You are not to
return parts.

cease fire cease fire

Ambassador? Dead.

Both of them.

They drank Homeworld.

They deployed their fleet.

So has Earth.

Oh, my God. We've got to call them back.

This was all a mistake.

There's no calling them back.

We're at war.

In three hours, we're going to totally
annihilate each other.

There is nothing wrong with your
television.

Do not attempt to adjust the picture.

We are now controlling the transmission.

We control the horizontal and the
vertical. We can deluge you with a

channels or expand one single image to
crystal clarity and beyond.

We can shape your vision to anything our
imagination can conceive.

For the next hour, we will control all
that you see and hear.

You are about to experience a mystery

that reaches from the deepest inner mind
to the outer limits.

Deep within the heart of every conflict
lies a territory known as common ground.

But how do we summon the courage to seek
out its borders?

Loss, walk the perimeter.

I want you to make sure that the
integrity of the facility hasn't been

compromised. Morris, Woods, start
securing food and water.

Rationing begins immediately.

C -Corp, bring communications back up.
Colonel! What? You are not in charge

here. Kate is.

We're at war, Mr. Mars. That puts me in
charge. The Ministry of Defense Envoy

supersedes the authority of any military
leader in peacetime.

Now, until we hear otherwise, this is
still peacetime. Both sides are racing

their launch thresholds. When they get
there, we're going to fire on them, and

they're going to fire on us. The
missiles will practically pass right

the way to their target.

And about three hours later, we'll have
the distinction of being the last of a

dying breed.

Get me Coalition Command.

I guarantee you they've declared war.

It's dead.

The transmitter's blown.

What about the emergency transmitter?

Scrap metal.

Until we hear otherwise, we are not at
war. They heard the transmission.

They think we're all dead.

Until we hear otherwise, you want me to
turn command over to someone who was

clearly in over their head.

The only order Miss Woods has ever given
is for dessert at a diplomatic

luncheon. No offense, but this isn't
something you want.

You don't have to turn command over to
me, Colonel.

It was never yours to turn over.

C -Corp, pull the comm panel. See how
bad the damage is.

Miss Woods.

In a little over three hours, both sides
will reach their launch thresholds and

begin firing.

Do you want to play commander -in
-chief?

Be my guest.

How can you be civil to them after what
they did to you?

It's a cheap shot.

Don't let it get to you.

Fair enough question.

I ask myself the same thing every day.

What happened?

Our core's down.

Must have been hit by debris. We're
gonna have to go out and look at it.

The core's responsible for life support
in the back of your shot.

Well, son, you got the rest of your life
to get it back online.

The ventilators are only good for about
15 minutes, so let's get out and get in.

Stay close. Anyone who wanders off,
we're not coming to get you.

Something grabbed me.

This is supposed to be a deserted
planetary.

Nothing can live in that atmosphere.

If there's something that's not alive,
it's making a hell of a lot of noise.

Decor, what the hell's going on? It's
okay.

Those doors won't open without a
handshake signal fed in from the Drake

Keep those doors shut.

I can't.

Whatever it is, it's got to act.

Hey, let's film it.

Road head activated.

All personnel forward chamber.

Road head sealed.

Emergency venting.

They are human.

Your drink.

So these are the faces responsible for
Armageddon.

Ambassador Proctor. You invite us here
under the guise of peace.

Only to trigger a war that will kill
billions of human beings.

Coalition and negotiation alike. It was
your unprovoked attack that triggered

this action.

I would hardly call the sabotaging of
our shuttle unprovoked. Ambassador, how

did you get here?

We crashed.

Just over a cliff from here.

We were only survivors. God only knows
how we found our way through this storm.

Our ventilators were just about out
when... When you ran into me.

I apologize.

It was a matter of survival. Here, you
can have it back.

I'm holding you personally responsible
for the deaths of the men and women

aboard the Conquest.

I would execute you myself if I had half
a chance.

This is the end, Doc P.

Is it any wonder that after five
generations of enduring their hatred and

oppression that we've risen up against
you? We gave you life. That's enough.

I will speak for the delegation.

Life? Life under a sun so bright that we
need yellow eyes to reflect its rays. A

third lung to tolerate the thin
atmosphere. No, no.

You engineered us to serve your needs.

Now you must live with us and our demand
for human rights. Ambassador, we've

extended your rights time and again.

And what rights would those be, my dear?
The right to live out our lives in your

minds or the right to send try -on or...

Back to Earth to run your power plants.
No, no.

With rights come freedom, and we have
neither. You have more freedom than any

generation of dregs that's ever lived.
And what did we get in return? The coup

'etat. The commandeering of coalition
armed forces in its ships on Dragosia.

What, do you think we're stupid?

We know there's been talk of genocide,
murder of Dragosians en masse, and start

over. Only this time, genetically weed
out all the aggressive tendencies. What

are you talking about? That's enough.

Step away from the negotiating area

Ambassador

on behalf of the United Coalition I
would like to express my deepest regret

this misunderstanding has led us to
where we are I will do everything within

power to rectify the situation, but it's
imperative that we remain focused on

the emergency that faces us all.

How wonderfully rehearsed. And which
page of the negotiator's handbook did

come from?

Sir. Where's Ambassador Bachman?

He's dead.

I'm Kate Lloyd's acting ambassador.

Please, we have to contact our
homeworlds and get them to stop this

destruction. We have the greatest
respect for you and your people, and I'm

confident we can find a solution to this
crisis.

I think I'd rather talk to the colonel.
What? At least I know where I stand with

him. You, my dear, the insincerity reads
loud and clear in your voice.

Ambassador, I assure you, you're
mistaken.

You ever heard of the Halsey study?

The what?

The Halsey study.

It took place a year ago, just before
the drags overran to Grosia. We

to Grosia.

It was designed to determine how it was
possible that some dregs were exhibiting

leadership abilities.

I was one of the geneticists involved.

How appropriate.

I was one of the subjects.

It's been very disappointing for you to
find that the very attributes you had

bred out of the dregs for so many
generations have somehow found

into the gene pool.

Natural selection's a bitch.

What's your point?

The point is, my dear, you're not
dealing with a mind laborer.

I can see through your insincere
pleasantries, and it leaves me with a

How do I track you?

Our transmitter and our backup are shot,
but our signal amplifier is still

working. If your emergency transmitter
is still functioning, maybe we can find

way to connect the two systems and stop
the attack.

Ambassador, is your transmitter still
working?

There's no point in even trying to talk
to him, Marsh.

I've dealt with his kind before.

Gagin Bay.

Prescott Cannon.

Prescott Canyon. You're the Thurman of
Prescott Canyon?

That's right.

Maybe I won't talk to the colonel after
all.

Really? My feelings are hurt. I was at
Prescott Canyon six years ago. I was one

of the thousands of dregs you tried to
starve.

What the hell are you talking about? You
didn't feed us, colonel. The grain was

contaminated. That's a lie. It was
tainted with Larsa virus.

You only tested the first shipments. The
others were fine. They were tainted.

And there were some who wanted to feed
it to you anyway.

I was the one who stepped in and stopped
it.

You know, on our planet, you're nothing
but a war criminal.

I will not spend my remaining hours
talking to a criminal or an understudy.

Ambassador, this isn't something you can
just walk away from.

Ambassador! Ambassador, you son of a
bitch! That's a little bit better.

Did you try cross -wiring the beacon
array?

Beacon array is dead. I'm trying to
boost the emitter.

I'm more concerned with the air quality,
though. The scrubbers are failing.

Two hours before the fleets get to their
launch threshold and he's playing the

intimidation card.

Maybe Thurman's right.

All I've ever done is sit on committees
and recommend policy.

What the hell am I doing here?

Bachman knew what he was doing, Kate.

You want to know what I think?

He saw in you an inspirational example
of what he hoped we could all be.

He admired you.

For not letting the hate that you must
have felt when Brian was killed to

consume you.

You pushed past it.

I didn't push past it. I buried it.

I thought I had it under control, but I
don't.

I've messed my feelings and convictions
so long, I don't know who I am anymore.

That's what diplomats do.

We all have to hide our true feelings
for one reason or another.

Only let the appropriate ones show and
keep all the others to ourselves.

We're afraid to let them out, but...

Sometimes keeping them locked up inside
is worse.

And what are you keeping locked up
inside, Jonathan?

Jonathan, I'm sorry. I'm not... Oh, damn
it!

We're wasting our time. The comm panel's
dead. You have a better way to spend

our time?

Knott's got to look at their emergency
transmitter while the doors are open.

He doesn't think it's damaged.

I say we find a way onto the drug side.

Get their transmitter.

Secor can hook it up to our signal lamp
and we can contact Coalition Command.

Who's going to contact the Drake fleet?

They will.

With a little persuasion.

What?

Kate, you're not actually entertaining
this thought. We have to stop the launch

somehow. Of course we do, but we can't
force them into it. It'll only breed

mistrust. A peaceful solution is the
only thing that's going to stop this. A

police accord was never going to happen,
no matter how much you wanted it to.

There's too much water under the bridge,
too many lives lost.

All right, what's your solution?

Forgive and forget?

No, don't forget.

Don't even call it forgiveness if you
don't want to, Colonel.

But to move forward, someone has got to
allow the slate to be wiped clean, to be

put aside.

Problem is, none of us wants to be the
generation to have to make that

sacrifice, so we keep passing it on to
the next one.

Kate, you know this is not the way. It
is the way.

Jonathan's right.

We have to reestablish contact. There's
still time.

What the hell's that?

Rats.

They're stealing our signal answer. I'll
update you. I think they're feeding our

handshakes. They know.

Open the damn door. I want to talk to
you.

What the hell are you doing?

Our transmitter is...

and connected to the signal amp, we will
be able to contact the fleet. You

wanted to put off the negotiations and
merely stop the advancing ships. Now,

where's the goodwill in that?

Are you out of your mind?

It's called leverage, young lady. Look
it up in your handbook. How am I

to trust you now?

Speaking of trust, tell me, do you think
the Coalition would ever have showed up

for this summit if we hadn't forced
their hand?

Perhaps not.

Then what makes you believe that they
would negotiate after the fleets have

turned back? We have no time.

We have to stop the missiles from
launching. And we will, as long as an

agreement is reached. We are a people of
deeds, not rhetoric.

Now you have to be willing to prove your
sincerity, or I am willing to let it

all end right here, right now.

I'm sure we can come to an understanding
so long as you keep in mind that all we

discuss must be approved of by the
Coalition.

Your words are still hollow.

I hear your soft -spoken platitudes, but
I see the hatred in your eyes.

Ambassador, we both have a job to do.

I know about your husband, Miss Woods.

It may have been three years ago, but
it's as fresh in you today as it was the

day it happened, isn't it?

Tell me what happened.

Prove your sincerity to me so we can
proceed.

Tell me what happened.

No.

Stop! Cora?

What's it gonna be?

Brian taught at Sumner University.

Foreign and diplomatic relations.

His views were very unpopular.

He believed we were all created equal,
genetically engineered or not.

I got threatening calls.

Our son was harassed at school.

And you felt?

Anger. I didn't want our lives disrupted
anymore.

What happened?

He wouldn't be pressured into changing
his beliefs.

How did your husband die?

There was a bomb threat at school that
day. I asked him not to go.

But he wouldn't listen?

I got mad at him for going.

He got to work, and... I called to tell
him that I was sorry, but I couldn't get

through.

Why couldn't you get through?

Because he was already dead.

A bomb killed him.

He was already dead when I called.

Who planted the bomb?

Some right -wing faction of the
Coalition that didn't believe in his

Oh, no, he wasn't the target.

He was just a casualty, wasn't he?

Who planted the bomb, Kate?

Come on, tell me.

You want it dead.

Who planted the bomb, Kate?

Who murdered your husband, Kate?

A dreg.

A dreg bastard like you. A dreg bastard
like you killed him.

That's a little better.

Hatred is part of what it is to be
human.

If you deny it, it's festival.

It's a poisonous system.

Letting it out is the only way to
cleanse the heart.

Miss Watson, I had a wife and children
once.

Neither side has cornered the market on
atrocities.

If we can find the common ground for our
sorrow, maybe we can find a common

ground to prevent any future suffering.

Thank you.

Oxygen. Oh, my God.

It doesn't work.

Decor, can you deactivate the force
field?

Are you crazy? Drop the field, we'll
pull them to our side and then

it. Short it out. I just don't know if I
can get it back online right away.

You'll kill us all.

Do it.

Colonel, it's our only chance to stop
those ships.

Okay, here we go.

Oxygen levels to 15 .2.

Go! Notch, give me a hand.

Get the transmitter!

It's not working

Now there's something you should know.

The Hatsfield was deliberately
disengaged.

Command was entered from the Dreg side.

Is this a test?

If I have to trust you with the lives of
my people,

then I had to trust you with our lives.

What if I hadn't reacted?

Then... We would be dead, and I would
have been very wrong about you, my dear.

There is no price too high to ensure
peace.

Then let's do that.

You know the most I can do is recommend
that hearings be convened to explore the

possibility of Dragosian autonomy.

That is unacceptable.

We both know nothing will happen.

Ambassador, we're running out of time.

You are a people of deeds, not rhetoric.
You said so yourself.

our lives when I thought that hat feel
blue.

He looks just like his father.

Your husband's writing.