All language subtitles for Earth Final Conflict (1997) - S04E04 - Limbo (480p DVD x265 Celdra).eng

Previously on Gene Roddenberry's
Earth Final Conflict:

Listen to you. A cold
corporate raider.

I taught you well, didn't
I? Apparently too well.

Your legacy is over,
Dad. Mine's just begun.

Zo'or wants you out of the way.
He won't stop until he succeeds.

Dad!

I killed my father.

No, Joshua, no, you didn't.

I let the Taelons entrap me.

They messed with your head, and mine.

You can't blame yourself.

He wouldn't have fallen for it.

He was Jonathan Doors.
Everyone's last best hope.

And you're his, Joshua.

Cold Fusion.

Clean unlimited energy. Dawn of a new
era, wouldn't you say, Agent Sandoval?

Not if this procedure doesn't
get under way within 90 seconds.

My orders were to have
the core energy catalyst

back onboard the mother
ship without delay.

We're about to begin
fusion with the deuterium.

Well, then do it.

And your engineers must retrieve
the entire allotment, understood?

So why are you busting my chops?
What are you, suddenly running out?

Your father would be proud, Joshua.

You've done an amazing job
getting this plant up and online.

While leveraging the company
to the edge of the abyss.

Your father wrote the
book on brinkmanship.

I'm sure. He never had majority of
the stock holders demanding his head.

Stock holder revolt will
die down once people realize

that cold fusion
converts to hot revenue.

Look, you are fulfilling Jonathan's
last great visionary quest:

energy for the whole planet forever.

Right. What choice did I have?

You're creating your own legacy now.
You father were here, he'd tell you so.

Excuse me.

Will everyone, please, clear the floor and
put on your protective eyeware. Thank you.

- Ready?
- Yes, sir.

- All inverters online?
- Yes, sir.

What's the status of the
trans-uranium catalysts?

We're ready to tap the
core energy source now.

Thank you, chief.

All right, dad, your
wish is my command.

Initiating the countdown for
phase one generation in T-minus 5,

4, 3, 2, 1.

The canister! Get
it out of there! Now!

- What happened, John?
- I don't know.

I can't believe this. You must
have done a hundred system checks.

All systems are on automatic shutdown.
It's under control. It's just a glitch.

The core energy is gone!

What? How? Did it implode?

Do you see any evidence of that?

This is an ID portal
or what's left of it.

Seal the reactor buildings, search
every person, search every vehicle.

Nobody leaves until we
find that core energy.

Damn it!

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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 portal's coordinates were
erased during the detonation.

We've checked every
portal in 500 miles radius

and we're widening our
pattern of interrogations.

You have nothing?!

I am expecting a ransom demand, Zo'or.

Either that or they may have
the means to extract and package

small amounts of the core energy for
selling in the underground market.

Theories, but no results!

Tell me, Agent Sandoval, form
part of Earth did you originate?

- You mean my birthplace?
- Precisely.

The Pacific Rim, Caya Islands. Why?

Here?

Yes...

The tidal wave will inundate your
birthplace in exactly 10 minutes.

Unnatural calamity, no doubt.

Human blood will be spilled
until mine is returned. Dismissed.

You were certainly the highlight
of the morning briefing.

Sure.

I take it you didn't sleep
in your own bed last night.

No, and I wasn't having any fun either.
Spent the night with Ronnie Sandoval

and the Volunteer
Investigation Service.

What an ugly concept.

It's not over. He knows the core energy
is somewhere out there in ID space,

but he wants us back there later
this afternoon for more questions.

- Oh, where's Liam?
- Oh, he's, uh...

He's about to deliver the
guest of honor and the timing...

couldn't be better.

Will you elaborate, Hubble?

Well, we had to get T'than to come
to us, so, we appealed to his vanity.

This whole bash is just a pretext
so we could measure his core energy.

- That illumination...
- Just a security check.

I'll leave you to your guests.

- Did you get the reading?
- Perfection.

Now, if I can just unravel
what we've scanned here.

So, you're saying core energy is to
a Taelon what blood is to a human?

It's a nuclear-gravitational bond, what
Einstein theorized as a unified field.

The Taelons' energy
anatomy, their life force.

Why loan out their life force
to coventures like Cold Fusion?

A lot of their living
technology is based on it.

They don't loan out the core energy, they
can't get their technology to us, can they?

How are you, Dr. Dupree?

Probably better rested
that you are, I hear.

What's the latest?

Well, they're tearing up the planet
to get back what they lost last night.

Question is why is it
suddenly so critical?

My theory, they're running out and
looking to Earth for the answer.

If I'm reading this right, a healthy
Taelon should have a full purple orb.

Look at the spectrography
readings, the circulatory scans.

It doesn't even register an aura.

The single blue dot means T'than's
life force is next to nothing.

He's dying.

Maybe they all are.

Good afternoon. Welcome
to Doors International.

Planning to work late? That's great.

You know, if you like things
easy, you'll have difficulties.

But if you like
problems, you'll succeed.

Pardon me, son, but that's my chair.

Have you forgotten your place?

No, dad. Have you?
You're dead, remember?

A minor inconvenience.

Those who fail to
prepare go to the worms.

Those who do live on in the Infoloop.

You deserve to flaunt today.

The way you stood up to
Sandoval's bullying, marvelous.

You're Doors after all.

Mm, so, now I finally measure up?

No whining, stay focused.

We have the core energy,
Taelon life blood.

All we have to do now is keep our
nerve and starve those alien bastards,

bring them to their knees.

Vengeance will be ours, son. Ours.

Joshua, it's not wise to return
to the scene of the crime.

Just tell me where you
portalled the canister.

I'll return it
anonymously. No harm's done.

That's not part of the plan.

Screw the plan!

They're about to resume the state of
emergency and the blame is gonna fall on me.

The Taelons panicked, we knew they
would. Don't fold on me now, son.

This is your act of vengeance, dad, not
mine. Just... just tell me where it is.

In ID limbo,

dancing between a thousand portals
at random. They'll never find it.

My Al program is currently generating
a strategy of disinformation

to keep Sandoval's
bloodhounds running blind.

- Trust me.
- Why?

What reason have you ever given me?

You abandoned mom and me, then you worm
your way back into my life, and for what?

For the same reason that you planted
yourself into the Infoloop: control.

Analysis of my journals
and imbedded memories

confirm I was not a perfect father.

Thus my Al program may
exhibit similar imperfections.

It is me... or what I was, Joshua.

But my objectives
are not without merit.

- The Taelons must go.
- I can't do this, dad.

I can't! I quit! Always your mantra.

Just leave me alone.

I have never lost faith in you.

You're not real. You're not even here.

I am everything you ever
knew about your father.

Everything you ever wanted to know.

Do you remember the last
words I said to you that night

at One Taelon Avenue?

Do you?

Joshua?

Who was that on the comm?

For a moment there I thought
it was... Oh, never mind.

Your office told me you were here.
I thought I'd see if I could help.

It's my mess. I'll handle it.

Joshua, wait.

When my day of
resurrection arrives, Da'an,

I hope to find that we have
vanquished the Jaridians,

that we have gained the
cooperation of humanity,

and that we have filled the
planet with Taelon offspring.

I look forward to
your return, General.

You must remain vigilant
to Zo'or's duplicity.

You must transcend your paternal bond

and resist his dark machinations.

I know of what I speak.

One who brought me here
sooner than I expected.

Well.

Blitzed through all the Taelon
logs. Didn't find any obituaries.

Question: if the Taelons are like
skin suits filled with core energy,

do they actually die
or just sorta fade away?

That I couldn't tell you.

I'd rather go out in
flames like a Jaridian.

No fuss, no dust.

Think you could take a head count
of all the Taelons we pulled up and

cross-reference them with Augur's
logs from, say, a year ago?

Is that your way of asking
me to go back to the lair?

Yeah.

Look, I get the feeling our Companions
are facing an endgame scenario here.

I've seen Taelons come and go,
their Protectors suddenly reassigned.

It could only add up to one thing:
their core energy's gotta be running out.

Well... It's time I moved anyway.

Heat's on.

Yeah, I' surprised the cops
let you sit here this long

selling bootleg portal passes, huh?

Listen, I've got a question
for our raving genius here.

Do you think it's possible

with all the resources of
Infoloop software at your disposal

to create a software simulation of
yourself owning a preplanned agenda?

Do you mean an artificial
intelligence program

with a digital holographic interface?

Sure. With Infoloop's
R&D? Definitely.

Why are you asking?

Jonathan Doors. I get the
feeling he's still with us.

And maybe leading Joshua
around by the nose.

He left behind a computer program
of himself for Joshua to follow?

I don't know, maybe an audio digital
blueprint for running the company?

You'd need a lot of source material.

Well, Jonathan Doors always taped
his meetings and lectures, didn't he?

Yeah, every thought, word
and deed, even 11 books.

Could you check his
personal R&D files for me?

I'll send you the company's
executive archives too.

I'm gonna need a password if you
want me to get into his privates.

Try Maddox, his wife's mid name.

You're trespassing, people. And quite
frankly, this is none of your business.

Jonathan.

Do not go where angels fear to tread.

My business with my son is private.

Wow.. freak alert.

He's alive in the Infoloop.

Looks like dad couldn't let go.

T'than, I have dreamt of this
moment for a thousand days.

Allow me to dispel
any doubt, General.

You will not be coming back. Ever.

Know thine enemy. Isn't that
one of your cardinal tenets?

I have discovered
another one here on Earth.

It is called survival of the fittest.

As you enter oblivion, General, know this:

I will be the last Taelon standing.

Good evening! Welcome to Doors
International. Working late? That's great.

You know what I tell
all my executives?

If you just give orders and
leave the work won't get done.

- Joshua.
- Now's not the time, Renee.

- It'll never be a good time, Joshua.
- What?

Your father paid me a visit tonight.

From cyberspace.

Yeah, I guess he became enamored
with the idea of immortality, didn't he?

Leave it to him how to figure out
how to live on in the Infoloop

and take vengeance on the Taelons.

Renee, you don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, I think I do.

That power plant project
was just a front, wasn't it?

A charade to take the Taelons
to part with core energy.

That a good one. Tell
it to the stock holders.

You blame yourself for your
father's death at One Taelon Avenue,

for getting suckered
in by the Taelons, but

cyber dad popped up and gave
you a chance of redemption.

He had the plan, you were the
pawn. Am I getting warm yet?

You're not even close.

Joshua, you're being used. You
father is manipulating you again.

Sorry, Renee, you're wrong.

Dad's dead and gone. I've had it
with this place. I'm out of here.

As a matter of fact, I've got an offer

from my shares from Rostok
Consortium and I'm taking it.

- Rostok?
- Yes.

Oh, come on, Joshua, Chairman
Federov is a criminal.

What do you think he is?

My own father.

How many people has he crushed,

abandoned, intimidated?

We're all criminals, Renee.

Joshua, just... just
think this through.

I have. You're fired.

Joshua, did I hear right? You're not
serious about selling your shares.

It's a bluff, right? A little
disinformation for Mrs. Palmer.

You think I'm bluffing, dad?

Here. What do you think now?

That was infantile.

Come on, Joshua, get a hold of
yourself, be a man, for Christ's sake.

Now just calm down, son.
You have nothing to fear.

Remember, I will never abandon you.

Check that. This is a mind-blower.

Here's Augur's downloaded
model of the mother ship

taken from Taelon
achieves over a year ago.

Now, I'm gonna overlay a military
sat photo taken less than an hour ago.

Watch carefully. Nothing
up my sleeve... Bam!

- Is that crazy, or what?
- Mother ship. What, is she shrinking?

Yeah. It makes sense.

She's made out of living energy with the
little core energy in every pound of it.

They must be shutting down decks, scrapping
them and retrieving the core energy.

Look, do me a favor. Can you link
up with the National Weather Sat

and get us an infrared projection
of the entire mother ship?

What are you thinking?

Core energy, normal Taelon energy,
they've got different densities, right?

So, we should get a visual of
how they are being distributed.

Here we go. Look at this.

Not a lot of core energy going around.
Most of it's downtown in the engine level.

Yeah, they would need
it for their main drives.

What's this here? I haven't seen
this area in Augur's renderings.

Looks like a hidden sub-deck.

Little blocks of core energy parked
in there, too, lined up like dominos.

Hey, where're you going?

On a little fact-finding
mission. Stay in touch.

You're welcome!

Major Kincaid?

This place is sacrosanct, forbidden.

Just doing my job, Da'an.

I'm a Companion Protector
and your species is dying.

Admit it.

This is our stasis wing.

Those, who have reached critical
threshold, are placed here.

Until such time when we are
able to reconstitute them.

So, you're rationing core energy.

Yes.

We are dying.

We are near the end of our days.

Someone is helping you along.

This energy pack was put here to
create the illusion he's in stasis.

General T'than is dead.

And there's a murderer among you.

Jonathan?

No answer, huh?

Oh, come on now.

Play games?

I know you're here.

You're in wrong chair.

And you're in the wrong dimension.

I beg to differ, Renee.

I've just reprogrammed myself to be
a more prolific and effective CEO.

Not to mention untouchable.

True. Death does offer that benefit.

So, you admit you are dead.

Only in a physical sense.

And, of course, to stay in the game
to pull the strings you need a pawn.

And that's where
Joshua comes in, right?

He is not my pawn, he is my son.

And I'm here to help him
realize his full potential.

Even if it kills him?

I'd never put Joshua in harm's way.

Tell it to the Taelons.

At some point I intent to.

After all, it was my plan, my idea.

Right, well, all ego aside,

do you really expect Zo'or and the
Synod to let Joshua off the hook?

You need an upgrade, boss.

The sins of the father are
visited upon his son, remember?

I will protect him.

Do you want your
legacy to be, Jonathan,

as the man who made this
world a better place,

or as the man who made
his son a sacrificial lamb?

Nothing will happen to Joshua.

Zo'or will be made
aware of the stakes.

Where the Resistance
failed we will succeed.

We shall strike a crippling blow,

and vengeance will be ours.

You're forgetting one thing.

Joshua is not you.

He never was, he never will be, try as he
has to live up to all your expectations.

If you love him,

if that's sill at all possible,

you'll let him go.

I can't.

So, let me get this straight. Cyber dad�s
still got the energy canister in ID limbo?

- We can't be sure of that.
- Well, I'd bet the farm on it.

This AI program runs on the same
ego that created the Infoloop,

a software program that dominates
what, 90% of the marketplace?

A software system that can co-process
itself with anything running on a chip:

televisions, computers, digital
clocks, ovens and the portal system.

Why'd Joshua go along with this?

Loyalty, love, guilt,
fear, you name it.

Street, is it possible
to build a smart virus

that can take out Doors'
artificial intel program?

What, do I have Ctrl-Alt-Delete
written all over me?

I do not do viruses.

Look, the AI program is
continuously co-processing,

moving and dodging, infecting
anything and everything.

It's everywhere. It is the virus.

Forgive the interruption.

I am the immortal artificial
intelligence of the original mortal

Jonathan Doors.

I have an announcement

to the Taelon Synod: I
have your energy reserve.

If you want it back, confess
your crimes against humanity,

your seven cardinal sins:

Abduction, torture, murder,

genetic experimentation, mind control,

financial plunder and
political subterfuge.

Next, disband the Volunteer
forces, vacate your embassies,

and leave our Solar
System once and for all.

I will send the core energy to
you in increments, so you may live.

Finally, take no retribution
against my company, my employees,

or my son.

You may blame me entirely.

I wait the Synod's response.

Bring me Joshua Doors. Alive.

- He left empty-handed.
- So, where's Joshua?

Got him.

Joshua, are you alright?

Ah, it's so quiet here. The stars...

It's so peaceful. Nobody bothering you.

Joshua, we'll take someplace safe.

Not from him.

Nope, you can't get away from him.

He is everywhere.

Everywhere but here.

Come on, we're going.

Let's go.

Ah, you're absolutely right, Renee.

The power plant was just a bait to get
the core energy off the mother ship.

What can I say? Dad's genius.

- Where's the canister now?
- Oh, hell, I know.

Between portals somewhere.

My dad's got it moving
around at random.

- Dad's dead, remember?
- Well, define "dead".

Because right now I
don't know anymore.

This took a lot of planning.
Why couldn't you just say no.

I tried that once,
remember? Left the company,

went to One Taelon Avenue. Sure,
you all remember what happened there.

Dad died. And now cyber dad�s
laid a guilt trip on you.

No, I owed it to him. He
laid down his life for me.

I think I've got what you need.

A little cyber-cyanide
to chase away your demons.

I figured

dad's AI program's gotta be powering
off a monster mainframe, right? I mean,

the co-processing platforms and
data compression storage alone...

Do you know where that
mainframe is, Joshua?

Forget it. I'm...

I'm not gonna kill my dad again.

It won't kill him. At best
it may only neutralize him.

Joshua, listen to me.

This is not your father we're talking
about, it's his cyber-shadow, a mutation.

It's time to cut the cord, Junior.

- I don't know, Liam...
- You wanna talk about guilt?

If Taelons start dying,
then people start dying.

Retribution cuts both ways.

You want that on your head?

Joshua. My core program,
what have you input?

It can't go on like this, dad.

File delete? Fatal error? Abort?

Josh!

I'm sorry.

Why? Why this betrayal, son?

After all I've done for you.

You'd stoop so low as
poison your own father.

You ungrateful,
spoiled, cowardly child.

I sacrificed my life for you.

And mine for you.

Few are fit to be
entrusted with themselves.

Where would you be
without your father?

I'd be free.

Now you force me to live like a ghost

slipping from computer to
computer, always co-processing.

I'm not stable in that configuration.

Dad, you've... you've
haunted me enough.

I don't wanna hate you anymore.
Please, dad, just kill me or let me go.

As I stated earlier,

the AI program may exhibit some
imperfections from time to time

however remote the possibility.

Still, Joshua, my presence

and my primary motivation
are not without merit.

Begin archival deconstruction
sequencing. Abort program.

What are you doing?

The only human thing to you.

I'm purging my files.

I love you, son.

Forgive me.

I love you.

Hey, Liam, what's up?

Cyber-Jonathan's destroyed his own
database. He's gone, so is Joshua.

Well, he may be dead,
but he's not forgotten.

Source code for
cyber-Jonathan is running

secretly on every Infoloop
computer in the world.

To get rid of it for good,
you'd have to destroy every one.

So how do we find the core energy
canister without Joshua or cyber dad?

What is we flooded the
whole portal system?

Right, but we leave
one portal door open,

and that's the one our
energy canister heads for.

I work back systematically
through the US,

but the final portal
to close is a crapshoot.

That's it. Every portal's
frozen, there's not rogue traffic.

Alright, forget the portal
stations. What about portable ones?

Give me a second, I'm under
a lot of pressure here.

Yes, ok, we've got one!

I'm triangulating on a position in
upstate New York, west of Albany.

- You know where that is?
- I know exactly where it is.

I'll hook up with
Renee. I'll see later.

Joshua!

Oh, Renee. Liam.

I figured you'd be here soon enough.

It's pretty good idea
shutting down all the portals.

Of course, ah... having a portable one
set to be the default comes in handy.

Ok, we got it back.

Now let me take it back to the
mother ship. Nobody will be the wiser.

And that would be a
shame, wouldn't it?

- Joshua, please.
- That's ok, Renee.

I'm just down here,
fulfilling my dad's vision.

Shut the system down, Joshua, now!

You heard him!

- What are you doing?!
- Stay where you are, Agent Sandoval.

It's a little dangerous
down here at the moment.

Mr. Doors!

You either get back down there
and shut off that reactor,

or you're up on the mother
ship facing reprisal.

My choice, right?

Good.

It's about time.

No.

You threw it all away, Mr. Doors.

Yes, I did, didn't I?

I'd say your future looks very
dim, not to mention very painful.

My future, my pain, my path.

Can I make the last request?

- Look, I'll talk to Da'an.
- And tell him what?

That this was all my
father's idea? That I

let him and his ghost
lead me around by the nose?

No, thanks.

You heard Sandoval. When they get you on
the mother ship, Zo'or will crucify you.

Renee, I'm not looking to be
a martyr here. Really, I'm not.

I've been one my whole life,

carrying around the seal
that my father probably

never intended to put
on me in the first place.

Well, I finally know
who I am and who I'm not.

I can live with that
and I can die with that.

Thank you. Thank you, both of you.

Thank you very much.

There is no greater travesty, Zo'or.

You are a thief of life.

You wear T'than's badge of
office, the sash of a Warlord

as though you have earned it.

Spare me your judgement. Who is
more fit than I to be Warlord?

This crime against our brethren,

this callous quest for
immortality is punishable by death.

Unless an arrangement
between us can be reached.

Please, Da'an.

My core energy is
critical. I need sustenance.

Is it any wonder you
have reached this state?

Your arrogance and excess have
robbed you of life before your time.

Very well.

You have the advantage. Use it if you dare.

- Report my crimes to the Synod.
- As I should.

Then, what is stopping you?

Your victim,

General T'than,

urged me transcend our biological bond

for the greater good
of those who remain.

But how can a parent

abandon their own in a time of need?

Or deny them mercy?

I, for one, cannot.

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