All language subtitles for Earth Final Conflict (1997) - S04E09 - Phantom Companion (480p DVD x265 Celdra).eng

Previously on Gene Roddenberry's
Earth Final Conflict:

Zo'or, the ship's going to
explode. What are you doing?

Excising the problem.

The mother ship, being an
organically engineered life form,

is designed to regenerate itself.

This is our stasis wing.

Those who have reached the
critical threshold are placed here.

- So you're rationing core energy.
- Yes. We are dying.

I have four children
aboard the mother ship.

Barely living in embryonic tubes.

- I fear I shall never see them again.
- To lose your family is..

unimaginable.

Thanks you for listening, Renee.

Navigation is unable to correct the
interface problem with the ID drives.

The mother ship is still
locked on a low grade descent.

Shabra! I will deal with navigation.

You will initiate an
override on all power grids.

Renee, you're still here?

Yes, still waiting
for meeting with Zo'or.

So in the mean time I thought why not
partake in a little industrial espionage.

It's not a good idea. Things are
little tense around here right now.

Technical difficulties,
whatnot, and you, my friend,

- have nearly worn out your welcome.
- What? Since when?

Well, since your boss Joshua Doors destroyed
the critical mass of Taelon core energy.

Since word got out of
your ANA affiliations.

Touchy bunch, aren't they?

Why does it persist in defying us?

Perhaps, because we
persist in defying her.

Renee?

All navigational and power
sources are completely shut down.

We're under Earth's
gravitational pull.

Revert to conventional drives.

Transfer not acknowledged.

There's a photon static. The
ship's blocking data channels.

Can I get a medic over here?

Switch all systems to manual control.

Zo'or,

we're entering the Earth's
atmosphere. We're in free fall.

Renee?

Manual control is not responding.

I am well aware of
our status. Leave me.

Impact with Earth in
less than 11 seconds.

10. 9.

8. 7.

6. 5.

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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.

Reverse thrusters are activated.

We're leveling up. All
systems are back online.

We're now climbing at
.27, staggered speed,

back to stationary orbit coordinates.

Then we has ascertain the
cause of the systems' failure?

No not yet.

- I believe it's something internal.
- In a word, sabotage.

Quarantine the ship and
shut down the portals.

No human leaves here until
I have a satisfactory answer.

He. Welcome back.

What happened?

- Where am I?
- Easy.

Mother ship hit major turbulence.
You took a nasty spill.

Probably got a concussion.

Just keep your eyes closed, alright?

Fine, I'm just...
I'm just really cold.

Why am I so cold... Cold.

Renee, hang on.
Doctor's here, alright?

She's bleeding internally,
going into shock.

She must've sustain
a blunt trauma injury.

You'll be fine, Renee, you
hear me? You'll be fine.

She's critical.

Your concern for Mrs. Palmer
is very touching, Major.

Your interrogations
will just have to wait.

I'm only doing my duty.

That's half your problem, the
other half is you enjoy it.

All Companion Protectors, please,
report to main quarters immediately.

All Companion Protectors.

Duty calls, Major.

Notify me when she
regains consciousness.

Umbena! To loyalty!

- Is there a problem, Kincaid?
- No problem, just not drinking.

Not an option. We're
talking Taelon tequila here.

Tradition.

Whenever our loyalty
comes into question.

Drink up. Zo'or's
waiting for my assessment.

You can't get drunk if your
CVIs are functioning, right?

That's why Lt. Malley drummed
up this ritual for you.

- What's your point, Major?
- Ritual's outdated.

You know your CVIs are failing.

And without an artificial mindset

you need your own integrity.

Doesn't true loyalty
spring from free choice?

It does for me.

Well, aren't you one
smart smug son of a bitch?

I guess you feel you
can shoot your mouth off

because you never had
to undergo an implant.

Because you never had to work your way
up the ranks. No, Da'an knighted you.

So, now you're too good to
drink with us, is that it?

You're taking this way
too personally, Lieutenant.

You bet your stripes I am.

I will not let you denigrate the
memory of Protectors like Malley.

Six months ago, when
Malley was still alive,

he'd kicked your butt
from here to the bridge.

But I guess he's left
that pleasure to me.

Is that you or the tequila
talking, Lieutenant?

Me.

Anybody else here wanna
question my loyalty?

Help me! No!

Somebody help me. Help me.

- Renee.
- Liam.

- It's got my legs.
- Hold on! Don't let go!

No!

No!

Don't let go.

No!

Renee! Renee!

From what you had described,
it would appear that Mrs. Palmer

was transported by a
magnetic energy aberration.

Okay. Where would this magnetic
energy aberration take her?

That I cannot tell you.

Then give me the lay of the
land here, the blueprints.

The mother ship must be following
some preprogramed instructions.

Tell me what they are.

The mother ship is in a
perpetual state of evolution.

She has been programed
to think for herself.

But only within the parameters
of the mission protocol.

The mission protocol?

As you have stated,
we are wasting time.

This will help access any
tissues seam within the ship.

Coupled with the use of a DNA scanner,
you should be able to locate Mrs. Palmer.

Relax. You've got an internal bleeder.

And tensing up won't do it any good.

A little Taelon core energy
absorption now should do the trick.

Work wonders for me.

I used to have burns
over 75% of my body.

What wasn't smoked,
was broken, torn apart,

ready to be shoveled into
a body bag until mother...

I'm sorry, I'm... I'm yammering. I..

I haven't had decent
company for a while.

Who are you?

A Companion Protector, Mrs. Palmer.

Reassigned to serve her majesty.

I... I don't understand.

The mother ship.

She chose me as I've chosen you.

The hell you have. You have no
right to keep me here. Release me.

- I can't.
- Why not?

Because... because I need you.

There are shadow forces at work
within the Synod, Mrs. Palmer.

The mother ship knows this.

And she has chosen
me as her Protector,

her guardian, her emissary

to steer the Taelons back
on their proper course.

- You? Chosen? A human?
- Yes, me, a human being.

Reconstituted, anointed a Taelon,
but never the less, a human being,

who can't go alone anymore,
hiding out under these walls,

under the skin.

Void of any human bond
or connection, I can't...

I need you, Mrs.
Palmer, for sanity sake.

Is that simple?

Alright.

But first I need you
to do something for me.

Renee. I'm here.

I got your signal.

- Where are you?
- She's safe.

She wanted you to know that.

Who are you?

- Have the guts to show yourself.
- First the weapon.

On the table.

You were always such a pain, Major.

Malley. Lieutenant Malley?

It's impossible. The
shuttle bombing...

- I was there, you're dead.
- Negative, Kincaid.

My DOA tags have been removed.

But I'm still on active duty.

I've just been reassigned.

I knew I was a dead man

as soon as I heaved that bomb
clear of T'than's shuttle.

Anyway, I portalled my sorry
butt back to the med deck.

That's when mother
took over. Then she...

put Jack back together here.

Mother? You mean the mother ship.

But, Jack, your funeral?

Much appreciated it. Oh.

I especially liked that 21 gun salute.

You see, that coffin that was
jettisoned, that wasn't mine. No, sir.

That was a holographic ruse

of my remains sailing
off into the sunset.

- I can't believe this.
- Neither could I.

You know what saved me, Kincaid?

My implant, a damned CVI.

The relay frequency is
encrypted in Taelon, right?

Well somehow mine got altered during
the blast. And the mother ship,

she think she saved one of her own.

Oh, so, now she
thinks you're a Taelon.

Oh, it gets better.

I can read her now, too.

Her wants, her needs,

her operational protocols,
her distress signals.

We've bonded, Major.

Yeah, she allows you
to engage in what?

Kidnapping?

I told you that woman
is safe, damn it!

Sabotage, too?

That was an operational
meltdown this morning.

It's part of an ongoing campaign
to rid the Synod of any bad apples.

Beginning with Zo'or.

- What, are you staging a coup?
- No, mother is.

The Taelon sole purpose
was to come here for peace.

To engage a mutually beneficial
relationship for humanity.

That was the mother ship was
for. That was its prime mission.

But now,

it's been scrapped
because of a cowardly few.

What does any of this have
to do with Renee Palmer?

She needs help. You
can't give it to her.

I can.

I know you care about her, but
she will be well looked after.

- I assure you that.
- Yeah, what if she doesn't want to be?

Goodnight, Kincaid.

Wait! Let me see her first, I
gotta know if she's safe. Please!

- Liam.
- Renee, you're okay?

- Yes.
- You sure?

Yes, I'm fine now. I just...

Renee!

Liam!

Liam!

It didn't have to be this way.

This is earlier. Major Kincaid
meets with this phantom suspect

suspected of kidnapping Mrs. Palmer.

The audio is scrambled but a retinal
scan identifies him as Lt. Jack Malley,

a former Companion Protector.

- Former?
- Yes.

Killed in the line of duty.

You may recall the bombing attempts
several months ago on a Taelon embassy?

Lt. Malley was General
T'than's Protector.

Of course.

And now Mrs. Palmer is his hostage.

Not a very wise choice on his
part. Unless she is a willing one.

Mobilize search for this
phantom Companion Protector.

This is not a very
pleasant assignment,

but there's a traitor, a saboteur,

a phantom Protector hiding within
the walls of the mother ship.

Renee Palmer, another
suspected saboteur, is with him.

We believe...

- it is Lt. Jack Malley.
- Man is dead, Sandoval.

I was there that day at the embassy.
I saw him blown clear across the room.

We have evidence to
the contrary, Roberts.

He is alive despite his wounds,

and we believe he is being aided
in a campaign of subversion

by a fellow Protector.

So...

It is time for another
test of loyalty.

I believe we'll start with you, Major.

You were right, Major.

I do enjoy my job.

I'm curious.

Is there any part of you
that's still even vaguely human?

I trust you had a pleasant sleep.

These walls have eyes. They
don't have ears Mrs. Palmer.

Son of a...

My mother, God rest her soul,
would've resent that remark.

Are you alright?

Yeah, sure.

Always enjoy a little shock
therapy in the afternoon.

It's like they're coming
for you, Lieutenant.

Once more thanks to you.

I was a ghost, an enigma

until I was foolish enough
to honor your request.

Come on.

If you really think you could
hide inside these walls for ever

you've already gone over the edge.

Show respect! I've
saved you from death!

And the least you could do

is steer past your
ingratitude for one moment,

and try to see the big picture.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

But sometimes I think you'd
give me up in a heartbeat.

Would you?

I'm trying to do the right
thing here, Mrs. Palmer.

Given the opportunity.

Your friend, Major Kincaid,
he understands that.

Otherwise he would've briefed
Sandoval in full by now.

What are you talking about?

Oh, God.

He's strong.

He may make it through the
first session. Maybe the second.

You call yourself human?

How can you just sit there and watch?

Turn the power off.

Oh. Oh, I see.

You need me now.

- Please, anything you want.
- Anything I want.

What I want is for you
to stay here with me.

Alright.

Alright, I will stay with you.

Now, shut it down.

I need to focus. Would you monitor the
Volunteer search units for me, please.

Yeah, just hurry.

Yes. But first I... I have
to flash out the nanobots

that Sandoval has injected him with.

His ears may bleed a little bit,
bat that a small price to pay.

Done. Power's off.

End of interrogation.

What?

Sir, sensors have been activated in a sub-obs
deck. We may have located our fugitives.

I'm on my way.

We'll continue it, Major.

Secure the deck. Watch for any
energy aberration in the walls,

ceilings, even the floors. You
see either suspect, shoot to kill.

It's your choice, Renee.

As you can see I'm still a
little co-dependent on mother.

I'm sorry.

Why did you come back?

Not that I have any illusions.

To save myself, yes.

But also...

to try and understand what...

what it is you think you
could accomplish here.

Put yourself in my skin
for a moment, Mrs. Palmer?

I was a Companion Protector.

I swore to give my life
to protect the Taelons.

Though in retrospect, I
was often protecting evil.

And my reward for such a blind loyalty

a resurrection from the
dead, and a new assignment.

The keys to the mother ship, mine.

Along with a...

a terrible responsibility.

Okay, you may not have
had a choice back then but

you do now.

Did Noah had a choice

when God told him to build the ark.

Because that is exactly
what the mother ship is.

An ark intend on rescuing a species.

So, I guess mother knows best.

You know...

despite what mother thinks,

I'm still a human being.

I know.

I'm more even now than ever was.

I am. I mean...

despite my hideous appearance.

I am not a monster.

I am not a monster.

I see that now.

And it's Renee.

Jack.

Will you follow me, please?

Double up the patrols, seal off every
corridor above and below the obs deck.

- Go.
- Yes, sir.

Lt. Roberts, what is this?

We don't torture or kill one
of our own, Agent Sandoval.

And we don't defy
direct orders from Zo'or.

We? What do you mean we?

Apparently you're the only Protector
whose CVI's still working on overkill.

- That's irrelevant, and this is treason.
- No.

This is a crime against humanity.

Fine. Take him, he's yours.

You'll explain to Zo'or.

- Thanks.
- Save it.

I still want a rematch.

Listen, this is gonna sound bizarre,
but Sandoval was somewhat on the level.

Lt. Malley is alive.

- What?
- The mother ship revived him.

Pulled him inside the walls.

He's doing her biding now, so he says.

Look, I don't what to make of him.

All I know is he's holding
a friend of mine hostage.

We need to find them
before Zo'or does.

Suffer little children
to come unto me,

and forbid them not.

Actually,

children is what I miss most.

What you're looking at is the
future of the Taelons species.

They're unborn.

Taelons.

Taelons at their most fragile.

It's okay.

They're well protected here on
this deck. They call it the womb,

Because any stray
radiation may destroy them.

I thought the Taelons were all barren.

It's a half truth.

Some are still

physically able to procreate, but...

psychologically they
can't make that happen.

They're blocked by fear of
their own way of mortality.

They may as well be barren.

And these embryos?

Mother wouldn't allow them to
develop past the embryonic stage.

Not until Taelons console
their core energy crisis,

gone with the... the
last Taelon parent.

So, the mother ship is
programed to protect them

as if they were her own.

Yes.

But even if there were enough
core energy to infuse them

she would still abstain,

things being what they are.

You mean with Zo'or leading the Synod.

Mission protocol didn't call
for Taelon domination, Renee.

It called for
Taelon-human cooperation.

Implants, mind control,
genetic manipulation,

an army of human drones,
these were not on the agenda.

So, why would mother want her
unborn to enter such a world?

Why?

Jack, you are limiting Zo'or's options

as far as the operation
of the mother ship goes but

you and the mother ship need to do
something that would increase your leverage,

allow you to move in for the kill.

The overthrow.

No place like home, huh?

- Hey, I'm picking up Renee's DNA.
- They were here.

Jack Malley, Lieutenant
Indestructible.

He's completely
flipped out, hasn't he?

That a call I'd rather
not make right now.

Is that an access
channel trough there?

Yeah, yeah, I'll check it out.

At last we meet.

I do not believe we have
been properly introduced.

Oh, we have.

You pinned a medal on me once.

I am Companion Protector
Lt. John J. Malley.

And I've come here to serve
your exit paper, Zo'or.

You've been found unfit to command.

You, a human, dare to judge me?

No, the mother ship has judged you

for your willful and continuing
degradation of the Taelon mission protocol.

I think it's time you step down.

And if I refuse?

The malfunctions will
continue throughout the ship.

Top to bottom right down to the womb.

And that certainly wouldn't go well
for you within the Synod, now would it?

Resign, Zo'or.

And save yourself
further embarrassments.

- Zo'or, we've completed the sweep of...
- The saboteur, eliminate him!

All units, suspect located in
sub-bridge access level. Respond.

- Renee, you're okay?
- Yeah.

Hurry. Come with me.

- Where are we going?
- For a ride.

Taelons?

Unborn, in stasis.

Amazing.

No, no, no, no.

Jack?

It was an accident.

It was an accident.

I'd never kill a Taelon ever.

I just took it from the womb
to get Zo'or to back down.

No!

You don't understand.

I just tried to set things
right. That's all I tried to do.

- Jack, what's happening?
- Mother, don't!

Don't.

No.

Please.

I'm not your enemy. I am
not your enemy, mother.

Zo'or's doing.

Zo'or's doing, not mine.

Zo'or!

Mother ship turns against him.

Look out! Get down!

What's happening?

I think the mother ship isn't
reading him as Taelon anymore.

- It treats him like a virus.
- We have to help him.

No, we can't.

- We got to get out of here, Renee.
- No.

- We're in the line of fire, come on!
- No, I won't abandon him.

But you go.

Tell Da'an we have to portal Jack to Earth
base hospital. That's his only chance.

Renee!

All the king's horses,
and all the king's men.

I don't wanna live through this.

It's okay, it's okay.
I've got you, it's okay.

Renee,

it's too late. I'm dead already.

I've just been on... I've
just been on hold for a while.

No.

Listen to me, listen to me.

Promise me...

Let you and Kincaid...

to save my CVI.

It's our only link to
the mother. Renee...

it's the only way to save us.

You can save all of us.

I promise.

I promise.

I beg you...

forgive me... forgive me.

Why?

Why?

Malley wasn't a murderer Da'an.

He was serving as the
mother ship's Protector.

He superseded his authority, Liam.

No, she gave it to him.

He was her sword, her conscience.

The guardian of your primary mission
protocol, whatever that is or was.

I will admit that Lt. Malley's
communion with the mother ship

- has given me pause for reflection.
- Look, I'm tired of dancing with you.

I'm tired of the games,

denials, manipulations. I'm
tired of burying people, Da'an.

What's the big secret, huh?

Why the hell did you come here?

And what the hell do you want from us?

We want you to save us, Liam.

Three millennia ago my
ancestors realized our fate.

We needed to find a species

with the intellectual promise
to solve our energy dilemma.

We searched a thousand years.

And then one of our
exploratory vessels

found Earth.

- Ma'el.
- Correct.

So, we built the mother ship
and gave her a primary mission

to come here,

and preserve us once we
all enter the death stasis.

Preserve you for what?

For your evolution.

However long it takes.

She will enter Earth's orbit

and we will place our only
hope for survival with humanity,

trusting your boundless
drive and imagination

will one day do what we cannot:

prevent our entire species
from passing into oblivion.

So, you need us to save your lives.

You've known for thousands of years.

Yes.

And still you seek to
dominate and destroy us.

If only you had believed in us.

Then we would have compassion for you.

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