All language subtitles for Earth Final Conflict (1997) - S04E03 - First Breath (480p DVD x265 Celdra).eng

Previously on Gene Roddenberry's
Earth Final Conflict:

My engineers tells me that

the Taelons scientists are reviving
your human genetic research project.

We're not talking about
people, but androids.

Laboratory creations that are
vessels for human consciousness.

Bio-surrogates.

This project maybe our
best hope for synergy

between Taelons and humans.

You may seek synergy,
I seek dominion.

You know the game, President needs Zo'or
as an ally, and nothing else. I'm a realist.

Feels to me like you've got
political plans of your own.

If you ever need any help
with your alien friends,

you know where to find me, Hubble.

Security breach in area 5, please
submit proper identification.

Thank you, Miss Palmer.

The security system is
currently disarmed, Miss Palmer.

Hold it!

Subtitled by
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.

Any sign of forced entry or
tampering with your security system?

No, he came in from the sundeck.

Three apartment share so I've
got the same oculars scanner

on that door as I
do on the front door.

That reads the DNA from your eye?

Yeah, yeah, my tear fluid actually.

You see, when the system's
armed the whole place shifts

a quarter of a degree
into four dimensions.

You can't break in.
It just isn't there.

You can't fool a system like that
with a blood sample or a skin swab.

It only responds to living
DNA, in other words, to you.

Well, I didn't break
into my own place.

And whoever did used a
portable Taelon ID portal.

That doesn't mean it
was a Taelons operative.

Pyro-portals are
getting easier to buy.

It could be corporate espionage,
I mean I do keep company R&D,

trade reports and so
forth in my computer, but

I checked, they are secure.

Now, I'm thinking this
was about the Resistance.

Maybe or...

Well, I have been doing a
little backdoor diplomacy

for the President and the Chief of Staff.

Could Taelons know about that?

Well, the Taelon embassy here keeps

a surveillance log on
all White House visitors.

Care to comment?

All right, look, it's
been kept very quiet.

Hubble Urich has asked me to lobby the
Fortune top 50 to support ratification

of the Atlantic National Alliance.

Well, that's an uphill climb.

It's happening, Liam,
a global realignment.

24 western leaders took a secret vote

and said "yay to humanity"
last week in Brussels.

Gonna take the planet back.

Aren't we talking about the same
people who gave up the planet?

It's different now, this is national
policy, not a resistance fifth column.

Don't underestimate the power of
the Taelons, they're slow to change.

They like things
just the way they are.

Insidious blue vein piranhas.

Relax, Hubble, I
still have the dossier.

We can't prove the Taelons
were behind the break in.

And who else would it be?

You didn't really expect the Synod

to embrace the pro-human
alliance with open arms.

No more than I expect you to be
here recruiting ANA supporters.

Really, Hubble, a party
hosted by the UN Companion?

Think about sticking your
head in a tiger's mouth.

And where else you gonna find
all these movers and shakers.

Besides, they are
only here out of fear.

Our latest bypoll shows
a 30% state emphatically

the Companions worn out their
welcome, another 30% are thinking it.

Well, you know the old saying: "fish
and alien stink after three years".

Or maybe we're just
finding our spines again.

Those of us who lost them.

Point taken.

The President thinks you're doing a
stellar job, you brought Gates, Brandsome,

Joshua Doors.

But there are still too many holdouts.

Like our Nobel laureate friend over
there, Dr. Raymond Stephen Fuchs.

He showed, I thought
he despises the Taelons.

No more than everyone else.

That's why I had you email his Chief
Financial Officer for a face to face.

Your old Harvard
girlfriend. Over there.

Hubble, I told you,

we had a falling out. I don't want
to have to deal with her directly.

Her boss is a word player
in bio-medical, we need him.

I'll handle him, you bury the hatchet
and do what's best for your country.

Clear?

Clear.

In the meantime, go the hell.

Claire Yeats.

I believe you know Renee Palmer.

Well, I'm sure you two have
a lot of catching up to do.

I'll see you later.

Hi, Renee.

Chief Financial
Officer, how about that.

I see you're running things at Doors
International, it's not too shabby.

Once upon a time, there were
two college roommates at Harvard.

Best of friends.
What happened to them?

Life.

After graduation, he just disappeared.

I emailed you for
six months, no answer.

Believe me it wasn't planned.

I've really missed you, Renee.

Could have fooled me.

So what now?

A hug maybe?

A hug.

I can do that.

This Atlantic National Alliance,

I have not seen it in your
reports, Agent Sandoval.

I'm still obtaining details.

24 nations blended economies, shared
security, coordinated military;

leaders in Washington,
London, Paris and Berlin.

But only a pact quasi-official.

As yet, but they do intend to
modify their national constitutions

and make it very official.

Under what banner? Anti-Taelon?

Not overtly.

More of an Earth first point of view.
At the moment they are gathering support.

Including that of Dr. Raymond Fuchs.

So I understand Zo'or.

Fuchs and any other influential
human they can bring to their cause.

Where you aware, that one of Fuchs's senior
people was contacted by Doors International?

Yes. Renee Palmer.

The White House has her
working on the Fortune top 50.

It was only matter of time before
someone made contact to twist Fuchs' arm.

- I'm watching the situation.
- As I would expect.

But you may need do more than watch.

So, are we hungry yet?

No offence, I mean I'm happy
to be going out for dinner, but

when was the last
time you cooked a meal?

Last time you got food poisoning?

- Ah, No.
- Safe.

Look at you.

Ivy League Championships,
10 meter dive.

Yeah, I'm remember that.

Double back with the full
twist, the water like a dart.

You never stop competing,
you never let go.

No I don't.

Renee...

the reason I dropped-off
the planet... I met someone.

Stephen, right after graduation.

We were gonna run away, get
married. His family threatened me.

After that I just couldn't
connect with anyone anymore.

Can you forgive me now?

Forgive you, what's to
forgive? You're here.

I'm happy be here.

What time of the reservations?

Reservations... I better change.
I'll be back in 10 minutes.

You've never got dressed
in 10 minutes in your life.

Some things never change.

I'm here.

Morning.

So? What's so urgent you
had to interrupt my hangover?

We had fun last night?

Too much for one college flashback.

Augur leave any Aspirin around?

Under the proton scatter gun.

What's up?

The IPs from your security system.

Your DNA was suspended in some kind
of chemical tears that was sprayed on.

My living DNA, that's not possible.

At least, not in a way I know of.

- Had any health issues lately?
- No.

All right, I had a biopsy done
about a month ago, at Johns Hopkins.

Never mind, it was benign.

Did they put you under?

Sure, but, Liam, we're talking
about Johns Hopkins medical center.

They have a DonorMed clinic there.
DonorMed specializes in adapted DNA, right?

- Organ transplants, tissue biopsies.
- What are you driving at?

Claire Yates.

CFO at DonorMed, suddenly back
in your life after all these years

just as the ANA gets hot?

Coincidence. Look, I also
give blood every now and then.

We're talking about living DNA.

Blood samples don't have any
life-force, they can't reproduce.

Faking your DNA is very advanced.

Who does it better than Fuchs?

Fine. Fine. Dig into DonorMed.

And Johns Hopkins. But
let me deal with Claire.

Don't want to ruin
friendship I just got back.

I hope you're not squeamish, Renee.

You don't mind if I call you Renee?

- Then you don't mind if I call you Raymond?
- I prefer Doctor.

Or, at least, until we get to
know each other a little better.

No, Doctor, I'm not squeamish.

You recognized the computer system?

Yes, yes, uh, Doors Excel 20.20.

Yes, Jonathan Doors was a visionary.

It is tragic how it all ended.

Tell me, does his son Joshua
share his father's maverick trades?

For one thing, he publicly
supports the New Alliance.

He's ready to start
putting humanity first.

Well, I have always
put humanity first.

Then why won't you step up to
the plate and support the ANA.

You can shape policy.

A policy void of any Taelon influence.

Part of the Alliance agenda is
to lift European trade barriers.

We can double our presence.

Look, your work proves than human evolution
is moving along just fine on its own.

We need leaders to light
the way. You are one of them.

A good pitch. I will think about it.

And get back to you.

I know he is overbearing
and obnoxious.

But the job's decent, travel's good
and the stock options are terrific.

My meeting's with Zo'or.

No, your meeting's with me.

We've read your report and found
it evasive in a number of areas.

Evasive? What the hell do
you know about my work.

You're just an errand boy.

You're a bloody hatched man.

Likewise, you'd be twisting up in
a coffer from Huntington's chorea

were it not for the
generosity of the Taelons.

Instead you're rich and famous.

Can we move on?

Now.

I have 23 pairs of chromosomes.

Each with coded six foot strands of
uniquely generated DNA, original DNA.

Here, an electron microscopic
enhancement of the helices.

- What about the risk of mutation?
- Please.

Biochemistry 101: mutations
are common and mostly harmless.

- Mostly?
- Look, I'm ready to kick-start

the life process from
scratch, created from raw DNA.

Now, only God has managed to pull
that off, but he had an advantage.

He did not have to put
up with your red tape!

Zo'or wants to proceed with caution,
there's a lot riding on phase three.

Have I ever disappointed him?

My God, you have living proof
of adaptive DNA's potential.

A gram of purified Taelon core energy is all
I need to make the creation of life itself

a reality. Now, you tell
me what is the hold-up?

The hold-up is the Taelon core energy
is tightly protected with the Synod.

And you have yet to prove
that you can apply its

quantum components to
carbon-based genetic material.

Well, I can't prove it unless I
have something to work with, can I?

I'll forward your request
to Zo'or, and be in touch.

Well, then give him my regards. And
thank you once again for wasting my time.

Here's what you asked for.

Now give me what I asked for.

Thank you, Zo'or.

Stephen?

Claire.

Is that you?

Oh, my angel.

Every time I think you're never
coming back to me. And then...

I'll always come back to you, always.

Liam. Hi.

What's this?

Your medical file from Johns Hopkins.

I don't recall giving you permission
to pry into my personal affairs.

Hold it. While you were
undergoing your biopsy,

guess who paid a visit that same day
to the DonorMed clinic down the hall.

Your friend. Claire.

She also shows up on Zo'or's confidential
visitors log with her boss Dr. Fuchs.

You're saying she, Fuchs, DonorMed
are in business with the Taelons.

Maybe Fuchs has been getting
assistance with his genetic work.

You're online to your new
surveillance video, right?

Yeah, I can check the
system from here, why?

She came over yesterday, you
had drinks, went to dinner at 7.

So, what's your point Liam?

I went up to dress,
she's fixing her makeup...

- What's that?
- I think a time cut.

Maybe a hologram device,
something to fool the camera.

She's really obsessed
about her appearance.

She keeps touching up the
same spot over and over...

Yeah, yeah I see it.

- What's that?
- Something confidential.

Ok, maybe I'm jumping the gun.
Believe me, I wanna be wrong.

Fortunately you're not.

This disk was in my desk. I
brought with me this morning.

Somehow Claire copied its
files without even touching it.

I feel he's angry.

He's had a good week, but
now he is tired and angry.

Stephen, please, I don't wanna
think about Raymond right now.

- I'm sorry, I can't help it.
- I know.

He just invades my
thoughts, my dreams.

Sometimes it is if I am floating
inside of him, I'm trapped in this

whirling dark pool of... I don't know.

- What the feeling is? Is it desire?
- No, it's ego.

Listen to me, you not him. Understand?

Yes, he created you, but you're
more than a sum of his genes.

You're goodness and light,
and the love of my life.

I don't understand, Claire, why
did he create me? Why am I here?

Am I just a part of him that he had to
get rid of so he gets to do as he pleased?

I think Raymond considers you
someone that he would like to be,

but never can be.

What he is ultimately
trying to create is wrong.

It has to be stopped.

Claire...

I think I know of a
way to get out of here.

No, Stephen, please, don't risk
it. If the Taelons catch you...

If anything happens to you...

Fuchs could always create another me.

How can you say that? There
can never be another you.

I'm sorry. I don't know
where that came from.

Yes, I do.

Just be patient.

- I am.
- I love you.

I ran a computer viral analysis. I'm afraid
it's been decoded, copied, compromised.

Oh, that's just dandy: DonorMed a Taelon
front, Claire Yates a Taelon stooge.

- Apparently.
- She was your friend, damn it!

You hadn't seen her in years, right?

So, why didn't you checked her out
before inviting her into your home?

Hey! Who's idea what it to
contact her in first place,

to pull her back into my
life for political leverage?

And as far as background checks go,
doesn't the White House Chief of Staff

have the CIA, the NSA and
the FBI and his disposal?

Look, the bottom line
is we've been snookered.

We just served the Taelons
our entire Alliance strategy

and our contact list
on a silver platter!

- So what do we do now?
- We don't do anything.

We're gonna have to find a new
power broker to step in and serve.

You do that.

Spend the day waiting for the back
orders of the Taelons archives.

It's obscure, but once I knew the search
for Claire Yates, I scored a direct hit.

I don't want to talk about her right now.
I just wanna wring her scrawny little neck.

She was abducted, Renee.

They take her aboard the
mothership 5 years ago

for observation and experimentation,
and all that implies.

Our Companions were canvasing her through
over a year before their official arrival.

So, those 6 months I don't hear from
her after graduation, they had her?

Bastards.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Listen, I find out the Taelons were
testing synthetic brain chemistry on Claire.

They're using something
called neural chemical bonding

with her and a subject name Stephen.

She told me about him.
The love of her life.

Probably another abductee.
There's at least 50 of them.

It had to be. She so
passionate about him.

They were gonna get married
until his family got in the way.

She has no idea that we're onto her, so
I think you should make contact with her.

Tell her there's some new information
about the Alliance or something.

That you should talk.

And then what do I do? Confront her?

Accuse her? Tier her
up and deprogram her?

Hey, she's still your friend, right?

Well, then reach out and be one.

Roderick. Roderick, are you there?

I think there's a comet.

Right there. Above Orion's
Belt. Can you see it?

I'm so sorry.

Thank you for visiting, Dr. Fuchs.

Get out the way!

- Doctor Fuchs.
- You recognize me?

Sure! What happened to you? Why
you're on the street like this?

I've been held captive,
I have to get to DonorMed.

Look, let�s get you in the truck back to the
station. You can give us the description,

we'll roll out some extra radio cars in
the neighborhood and find the scum. Come on.

Claire, take a look.

For your eyes only.

Because I trust you.

What is it? It looks official.

Your form his still excellent, Claire.

Only these days you've exercised
yourself with an ID portal.

- You betrayed me from the get-go.
- What are you talking about?

You, Dr. Fuchs in collusion with Zo'or.

DonorMed is a secret
Taelon coverture, isn't it?

Meet Liam, good friend of mine.

Claire, we know that the
Taelons abduct you 5 years ago.

We can only imagine
what they put you through.

- No CVI?
- No, I don't need one.

Zo'or has control over Stephen.

What choice do I have? I have
to free him from the mother ship.

I'm so sorry, Renee.

What's Stephen's full name.
I've a list of all the abductees.

He's not on the abductee list,
he's Dr. Fuchs' identical twin.

What?

I didn't know that when
the Taelons put us together.

Stephen, he took care of me
those first few horrible days.

We fell in love and now
we're more in love than ever.

Zo'or knows and one day he's
gonna let us live in peace.

And what's that gonna take?

They're behind everything
we do at DonorMed.

Everything that got
Fuchs his Nobel prize.

Yeah, what have you got?

I don't expect you forgive me.

Good.

Sandoval's launched the manhunt

for human escapee from the mother
ship, portalled down to DC area.

Stephen. Oh, God!

I begged him not to. He's on his
way to DonorMed, the main facility.

He knows nothing about
Earth, he... he'll get lost.

Listen, we'll help you find him, Ok?

- Just no more lies, no more games.
- Yes. All right. Can we go now?

Good evening. Would you,
please, verify your identity.

The lab's downstairs, the executive
office is right and the end of the hall.

Renee, I'll canvas this floor. You
and Claire take the lower level.

All right.

Stephen.

Stephen, hold up.

Get your hands off me, you
idiot, or I'll call the security.

Oh, no need.

I'm right here. I'm looking
for your better half, Dr. Fuchs.

Well, Claire's safely registered
under an alias at the Watergate hotel.

- Any news on Stephen.
- None.

He's showing a remarkable stealth,
managed to dock a full Volunteer dragnet.

What about Fuchs, did
he cooperate at all?

Tight-lipped about the Taelons, more
worried about any leaks to the press.

And he didn't seem thrilled about Stephen
finally escaping from the mother ship.

What the prefer him incarcerated with
the Taelons? Talk about sibling rivalry.

Oh, we're not talking
about siblings here.

Stephen's not his twin by birth,
he's a genetically perfect clone.

He sounds more like a real human
than any clone I've heard about.

I went back into the mother ship
archives. Guess where I found Fuchs.

At Johns Hopkins medical center 5
years back, not as a doctor though,

as a patient.

He had Huntington's Chorea
and about 3 months to live.

That's right around the time
the Genome project finished.

Fuchs spent his career finding defective
genes, but he couldn't save himself.

- His condition had progress too far.
- So, the Taelons offered him a deal.

They must have, because in that 3 months
timeframe, he made a total recovery

and an amazing discovery.

- Adaptive DNA.
- Which launched him and DonorMed, but...

Then he took it one step further, in
secret, cloning himself, he created Stephen.

Still a major leap. I mean, we
know the Taelons can create clones,

but fully functional humans?

And why did he do it? For
insurance? Source for spare parts?

Maybe.

Hard to believe than anybody
could be that narcissistic.

Well, we all wanna
live forever, don't we?

But Stephen is more than
that. Claire loves him.

That's depends. Remember the Taelons
were testing synthetic brain chemistry?

Would if she has like some neural
chemical addiction to Stephen?

Synthetic love?

What if the Taelons
can bottle our feelings?

Put in our heads what we always
believe came from our hearts?

No fingerprints.

Just what the Taelons ordered, a
perfect human being with no identity.

Here, the clinical charts.

If this is valid I'll be back
with the pallets of core energy.

Fine. I'll prepare for the implants.

- Have you found Stephen?
- No, we're hoping he'll try and find you.

A public search would only
draw attention to the program.

I don't see how keeping my
work secret serves anyone.

I am creating life here.

I'm altering history more than any
prophet or visionary ever conceived.

And I won't be kept under
the Taelon thumb forever.

You can count on that.

We have a problem with
our Doctor's runaway ego.

As always, where there is an
asset there is also a liability.

Be prepare to eliminate the latter.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Do you trust me now?
- That's a start.

You promised me that
we'd look for Stephen.

Oh, we will, but that's
not why we're here.

- I don't understand. You said that...
- It's called accountability, Claire.

You justified what you
did to help Stephen,

but now it's time to find out
just what you've been a part of.

Taelons records indicate they
helped Fuchs perfect adaptive DNA.

He's working on something
for them in return.

Whatever it is, it's
gotta be in this building.

What's behind this door?

I don't know, I've only
seen the coding room.

- I'm telling the truth.
- The truth...

Fuchs gave the Taelons electronic
password for their project.

I'm hopping it'll override
this base level security.

I knew nothing about this.

Are they alive?

Living maybe, but not alive.

They're only half human.

They'll never talk or think.

This place is a maze. We need a diagram
of the building to know what's in here.

It's an organ farm, right, Claire?

Take what you need...

Liver here, kidney there...

Fuchs had a perfect gene pool to study.
Why not use it to create this factory.

Well, I guess, once you get a teste
for creation, it's hard to stop.

Ok, I downloaded the blueprints of the
DonorMed facility. What else do you want?

You to be straight with
us. Stephen's not a twin.

He's a clone. He and
Fuchs are one and the same.

No, they're not. Fuchs
is a driven ego maniac.

My Stephen is pure. He's
goodness and kindness, and light.

And on the flip side of that coin,
there's what? Evil, cruelty, darkness.

They live side by side, at
least, in the human experience.

Your love for Stephen,

we need you to consider the possibility that
it could be a psychological manipulation.

- Something chemically induced.
- The Taelons abducted you.

They put you with a clone human so
that they could observe human sexuality.

They forced me to work for them
or I'd never seen Stephen again.

Now Fuchs is about to create
unique human beings from raw DNA.

He uses Taelon core energy as the
catalyst to spark the life force.

So, we're talking about
made-to-order human beings.

Yeah, and the Taelons
are designing the menu.

Steven knew it was wrong. We both did.

He wanted Raymond to stop,
that's why he escaped.

Liam, look. I don't think we
saw everything in that room.

He's here. Stephen,
he's here I know it.

According to this, there should
be a room behind that wall.

This one's different from the others.

Looks perfectly normal.

But it's not. Its mind is blank.

Like it never lived before, still
has to draw its first breath.

Can you tap the DNA? Is it a clone?

No, it's DNA is unique.

Claire?

- Claire, what the hell are you doing here?
- You're through playing God, Fuchs.

- I'm shutting you down.
- I would check with Zo'or first on that.

Oh, I don't have to. You're illegally
cloning hosts for your organ harvest.

Taelons are using you.
They've used both of us.

Some pact you made with
the Devil here, Doc.

The Devil...

Believe me, when you're dying,

when you find out your
child has a week to live

you will beg to make
a deal with the devil,

but you won't have to,
because you'll have me.

Now, do you really think anybody cares
where their donor organ comes from? No!

It's gonna save their life.
That's what they care about!

You're through. DonorMed is through as
soon as the media finds out about this.

Please, go ahead, alert the
media, just tell the world.

Because I have created life here.

And if the Taelon have it their
way, humanity will never find out.

It has to stop, Raymond.

- What are you gonna do, kill me?
- Stephen, don't.

You've grown a conscience. How quaint.

Put the scalpel down,
before you hurt yourself.

Take a look around, Stephen.

Are you forgetting your place here?

You're a host, an organ replacement
center for my longevity, got it?

Nothing more.

You are evil.

And who are you to cast stones?
Remember, I am you, and you are me.

No, no.

I am the man that you could have
been before you sold your soul.

No!

Stephen...

No.

You'll be fine. We can
save you've, we know how.

Stephen.

Stephen...

The shooter?

I lost him. Never got a good look.

No... Stephen...

Well, I guess
congratulations are in order.

Taelon Times reports ratification of the
ANA treaty at two minutes past midnight.

I know, Hubble called me. But you're
still gonna do wait and see, huh?

No, I'm gonna keep my cover
aid and abet, just like you.

How's Claire holding up?

She's shown a lot of guts sticking
around to be the whistle-blower.

Yeah. Her DonorMed stock is
in the toilet, but she'll live.

I think I'd like to talk
to her alone, do you mind?

- No, tell her I said hi.
- Sure.

See you later.

Hi. Time for some coffee?

Sure, but the hearing�s back in
session in 10. It's the last day.

Plans after that?

Contacting the other abductees.

They've got the right
to be mad as hell.

I'm gonna get them stood
up to do something about it.

Good.

You know, you've been through a lot,
Claire, and it's not get gonna any easier.

I should cut you
some slack. I'm sorry.

Why? I have no right, I abandoned
you, lied to you, stole from you.

And you had a reason
anyone should understand.

I guess true friendship should
be stronger that our weaknesses.

That's what I hope
we have and can keep.

I'd like to try. So what now?

What was that you
said once? A hug maybe?

A hug? Fine, I can do that.

Come here.

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