All language subtitles for Earth Final Conflict (1997) - S04E12 - The Summit (480p DVD x265 Celdra).eng

Previously on Gene Roddenberry's
Earth Final Conflict:

- You wished to speak with me, Zo'or.
- Yes.

I thought you should know that the
Jaridians have not bothered to answer

the peace initiative you sent
them without my knowledge.

Pursuing futile goals is a human
attribute. Your thought has become infected.

I am losing contact
with the Commonality.

Da'an is no longer Taelon.
Da'an has become an Atavus...

A distant primitive ancestor...

Once cut off from the Commonality,
a Taelon can never return.

I still can't believe that
the creature I saw was Da'an.

It is a part of me. We all have a
darkness within us, even Taelons.

You wanted me, Da'an?

Thank you for coming on short notice,
Liam. I must take a sudden journey.

- I'll preflight the shuttle.
- No, I am going alone.

I no longer require
your services as pilot.

It's my duty, Da'an.

Yes, but I gave it to you.
Now, I relieve you of it.

Time has come for me to
carry out my last duty.

Cancel my engagements.

This is one journey I
must undertake in private.

It's against orders, but
if that's what you want,

I'll log in at the Embassy
and maintain your locator.

- You'll have all the privacy you need.
- You misunderstand.

This is my final journey.

Not Zo'or, not the Synod,
not even you may accompany me.

The mother ship tracks
your energy frequency.

I can't keep her from doing that.

However I won't know where
you are once you leave.

I am not deceived, Liam.

I know you track me with
a device developed by your

Atlantic National Alliance.

I have known for some time.

You're right.

You did nearly leave us at
the mercy of the Jaridians.

So, after that we want to know where
all the Taelons were at all times.

Our relationship has deteriorated to one
of mutual distrust and fear, has it not?

But it is time I overcame my fear.

If you really do need some
privacy, then you can have it.

I control your tracker. I'll
shut it down for one hour or two.

Da'an. Let me go.

I may overcome my fear, I regret,
I cannot overcome my distrust.

The immobilization field will
neutralize in five minutes.

We will not meet again, but my
life was richer for knowing you.

Da'an!

What do you mean, Da'an,
that we won't ever meet again?

Da'an!

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.

We cannot search for Da'an from
orbit the mother ship has amnesia.

What about the data banks?

An unknown force stunned the pseudo
neurons and the data volatilized.

- All of it?
- For now.

Most of the data may be recovered
but not without great effort.

Again, Major, Da'an gave you no
indication of his destination?

All he said was he needed
privacy for a final journey.

Can't you track him by
his personal frequency?

- That's going to be a bit difficult.
- Indeed.

You see Da'an's frequency identity

was stored in the data
banks with everything else.

Da'an disappears and we can't track
him. A remarkably bad coincidence.

What about the Commonality? Do
you still sense his presence?

Yes, he is still with us.

But the Commonality is
not a compass, Major.

I hope Da'an is not about
to act on a morose impulse.

Can you characterize his mood?

Remote, like he'd made his mind
up. He said it was a final journey.

My forensic experts hope to
follow his interdimensional path.

I wish them luck. Mine could not.

Is Da'an still somewhat
popular on Earth?

Very. Calls are still
flooding the Embassy.

- The press is all over it.
- I'll put a stop to that.

No. I welcome the public's help.

And I hope our good
friend Major Kincaid

will use his special insight
to find Da'an when we cannot.

I shall equip him with a cyber
viral implant, a surveillance CVI.

An implant? Zo'or, if you recall,
Da'an specifically excluded me.

He doesn't want me to have one.

He did not. But now that
he is in need of our help

I am certain he would want
you to have every advantage.

- I don't think it's a good idea.
- But I do.

In fact I insist.

Major Kincaid has been
resourceful in the past.

But he has also demonstrated
discontent with me.

I want him searching.

But I want him on your tether.

What's that?

That is the sound of
your new shadow, Major.

From now on everything you hear,
I hear; everything you see, I see.

I hope we don't read the same books.

- Hey, Liam!
- Miss Palmer, don't get up.

Sorry to barge in on you like this.

Oh, that's okay. Listen, SatNews
is reporting Da'an is missing.

I know we weren't scheduled to
meet until your speech next week.

My speech? I'm not
making a speech next week.

I could swear we talked
about Da'an attending.

But, then I guess everything I hear
these days goes in one ear and...

- out the other.
- Ah, really?

So, what brings you here?

I just want to ask a favor.

Miss Palmer, as you say
Da'an is unaccounted for,

but he talks to you frequently
about co-ventures, so...

If you hear from him, or where
he is, would you let me know?

Sure, you'll know the
minute I do, Major Kincaid.

Good.

Because the minute I see him,

the Taelons will know where he
is and they could stop worrying.

Okay, okay, if that's what you want.

Is that what you want?

I just don't want him out
there without protection.

Just take a look out there.

So many places a Taelon...

can get into trouble.

It's terrible.

You don't see the things
I see, Miss Palmer.

No, no, but...

I do see what you mean.

Welcome back to Rostok.

Our frontiers, it
seems, keep expanding.

- I have been admiring the view.
- Thank you, Chairman Federov.

I hope this experience aboard your
space station is better than my last.

I could say the same for myself.

And you are not cold? It is
minus 210 degrees in here.

My energy metabolism is far less reactive
to temperature changes than yours.

- Ah, Taelon understatement.
- Our guest is arriving momentarily?

I fear the battery charge on
the ID portal is now depleted.

I assume you came prepared?

Portable cold fusion.

Lose no time tying it into your grid. It
provides 7 million dynes per second.

Convertible to any
known form of energy.

And we shall need full
power in a few moments.

Interior temperature increasing.

Do not remove any of your protection,
Chairman Federov. Not just yet.

- The portal is exploding!
- Not exploding.

Using cold fusion
provides the power needed

to cross the intergalactic distances.

Our guest has travelled a long way.

The Jaridian is burning alive!

He must be returned to
absolute zero or he will combust

and vaporize the hull
of the space station.

- We must expose him to space.
- The interlocks will prevent this!

Override them. We have seconds.

The moment his heat subsides, restore
the atmosphere or he will smother.

Emergency. Fatal breach
of station environment.

Docking seals broken.

Greetings, Da'an.

I had no intention of
making such a grand entrance.

Greetings, Balvak.

Welcome to the planetary
system of Earth's sun.

Considering the occasion,
your entrance was appropriate.

First I thought he'd lost his mind but he
was trying to let me know he couldn't talk.

San... Sandoval, I assume,
watching my eyes and ears.

Meaning?

They've implanted Liam
with a surveillance CVI.

I was slow to figure it out
then I saw the scar on his neck,

meaning Sandoval can hear everything
he hears, see everything he sees.

He might even know where Da'an
is, but can't tell me, yet.

Are you sure you want to drink that?
Caffeine, dairy fat and refined sugar?

If you'd tried to get a permit to sell
it as a drug, they'd throw you in jail.

Not now, Street. Find Da'an.

I'm just saying they've got those

genetically engineered, caffeine-free
beans going now. You should check it out.

Genetically engineered? Well,
you're a mass of contradictions.

Consistency is the hobgoblin
of the little minds.

Okay.

- Da'an is gone.
- We know that.

- What about Liam's ANA tracker?
- Offline at 18.31 last night.

Then thirty seconds later,
somebody used the Embassy ID portal.

- Da'an?
- I can't tell.

In fact, whoever it was,
scrambled the portal logs.

But the ANA has had a tap
on there for about a month.

- You're not supposed to know that.
- I'm not supposed to know a lot of things.

All of them fun.

Do you think the Taelons
know about the tap?

If they do, they're keeping it quiet.

Then, assuming it was Da'an,

they don't know that he portaled out
to a remote sector near Alpha Centauri,

- then Proxima Centauri, then...
- False trail.

A good one. About 600
intermediate portal bounces

crossing and recrossing itself
until the data log got fried.

He's gone through the looking-glass.

Da'an wiped his energy
signature from the whole Embassy,

erased his entire calendar and his
personal notes back to when it was built.

I suspected as much.

Well... What doesn't
he want us to know?

You've been with him a
couple of years, Major.

You must have an idea.

Come on, Sandoval. You know
what it's like to be a Protector.

Watch a Taelon 24 hours a day, you still won't
have a clue what's going on inside that skin.

I knew what Da'an wanted me to know.

We cloned the hard drive.

More than a zettabyte.
It's mostly in Taelon.

Statistics, historical library
materials. Nothing original.

Take it back to the lab, and
have a computer chew it up anyway.

We're gonna find him.

Major, if you're hiding anything,

Zo'or will hook you up to a fear
amplifier and forget about you.

Be smart.

Don't waste your time on ancient history,
Major. We've got our own problems.

Major Kincaid, I
hope it's a good time.

I compiled a list of Da'an's recent
contacts with Doors personnel.

I wonder if you could use it.

Welcome to the Liam cam.

For very select audience. It's
on Sandoval's CVI frequency.

So how are you picking it up?

That's Carlos. He's one of my irregulars.
He's packing a pirate CVI antenna.

Well, with an antenna that
small he needs to get close.

Well, turn it off. I
mean, what's the point?

Da'an was always
Liam's guardian angel.

He kept Zo'or from putting an implant
in Liam's head in the first place.

No wonder, Da'an didn't want Zo'or
along on his dates, so to speak.

- And now Zo'or's got what he wants.
- You know maybe we shouldn't sweat it.

I mean, Liam's got a bug
in his head but he knows it.

All he has to do is lay low until they
find Da'an and Zo'or takes it out.

Assuming they find Da'an, and
assuming Zo'or feels like it.

No, we got... we got to
get it out of him somehow.

Well, we can't do it with a
pair of needle nose pliers.

And whoever does the
operation is gonna be live

and in living color for
Sandoval to send his goons after.

Well, until we do, Liam is
neutralized. In fact, he's dangerous.

Sure as anything he's
gonna bump into an ANA agent

or someone from the Resistance still
in deep cover. Are you listening?

I do have one sort of idea.

It's wild but it's not impossible.

The only problem is we can't ask
Liam's permission to try it and...

It could get him killed.

Major Kincaid! Sorry
I'm late, I got held up.

Miss Palmer, you said
you had something for me?

It's not much but I searched
our email system worldwide

for everyone Da'an has talked to at
Doors in the past month. Maybe it'll help.

Let's hope so.

Well, I've got some work to
do, but I'll catch you later.

Sam, another beer down here?

Kincaid.

So Da'an called.

Said he was concerned about our Colorado
farm. That's where I'm at right now.

We're using Taelon hybrid corn.

The Doors ethanol project
will be counting on it.

Did he say why he was concerned?

Problem with the gene sequence.
Do you wanna come down here?

I can show you better
than I could tell you.

Okay, I'll grab my shuttle
and be out there in 20 minutes.

- Have we ever met?
- No, sir, but I do look forward to it.

Intruder alert. Entry denied.

How is he doing?

He's got the lungs full of
stun gas. What do you think?

He looks so peaceful.

Yeah, Well, he won't be, when he
finds out who gassed him. Come on.

Three of you take the
back. Set up a perimeter.

When do you begin?

As soon as Balvak awakens.

Measuring life force is
the greatest Taelon taboo.

How far I have fallen?

I covet life beyond all else,

but I have less time than it
will take us to orbit this planet.

I only hope I use it well.

- He has not stirred.
- No.

If he endures he is our last chance

to avert the bloodbath
dooming both of our species.

If not...

We have reached a pitiful end.

Sandoval's computer
keeps pinging Liam, but

as long as he's conked
out, his CVI's offline.

Well that stun gas should keep
him down for at least another hour.

We'd better move faster than that.

The longer Liam's blacked
out on Sandoval's big screen

the more suspicious Sandy's gonna get.

This is Augur's pet project.
He left me full specs.

One crazy physicist named
Creighton built the original design.

Quantum teleportation
in its rawest form.

- Which doesn't quite work, I hear.
- Not reliably.

You get there, but you
might still be here.

Two places at once, two identical
independent energy states.

That's quantum physics in a nutshell.

Creighton built his quantum
impeller by hand. It's one of a kind.

But how does this help
Liam out of the CVI problem?

I'll cut the teleportation
in half cycle.

We should get two Liam Kincaids,

two exact independent replicas
in quantum coexistence.

And if we don't?

Liam's atoms will be
scattered around greater DC.

Look, I told you, my advice
is to let it all blow over.

We're taking a hell of a risk
with a man we both like and...

who can't tell us no.

But it's your call.

Okay, don't look. I expect a
fair amount of photon discharge.

Now.

I be damned. I knew the
math was there, but...

- Wow!
- Amazing. They look just alike.

Congratulations.

Lucky it worked the first time, because
it's the last time. The impeller is toasted.

But our new Liam, call him Liam Two,

has an electron half an orbit
out of phase. It's perfect.

Why out of phase?

Better for the big bad
wolf not to see you with.

Sandoval's CVI can't connect with
this one. But it's too good to last.

Well, how long do we have?

Ordinarily coexistence shouldn't last longer
than a nanosecond. But in this case...

A few hours? Tops?

Unknown intruders disabled Major Kincaid
with stun gas outside the DC shuttle garage.

We've lost CVI contact. It
appears they have abducted him.

- Why would they do that?
- I'm looking into it.

I cannot recall in our long association if
you have ever simply stated that you failed.

- I'll find him, Zo'or.
- Major Kincaid is not the issue.

He has been mine for too long.

In the march of time
it hardly matters.

There is a revolt underfoot. Da'an is
formatting a Jaridian invasion. Come.

We are using mental symbiosis
to regenerate the data pods.

Data shows that our robot satellites
were vectored to form an interdimensional

portal around the
Freedom Space Station.

- Federov's space station?
- Indeed.

It is now hidden in the
rings of your sixth planet.

Saturn? Why Saturn?

We created the rings around that
worthless gasbag two million years ago,

pulverized a few moons as a shield for
our probes so we could keep an eye on you.

An excellent hiding
place, as Da'an well knows.

- Surely you can track the ID path?
- Yes.

Someone or something portaled
in from the vicinity of Tau Ceti.

The Jaridian home world. If
they have a portal near Earth,

they can bring a war
fleet and that's the end.

As I said, a revolution
right under my feet.

Go to Saturn, find Da'an and kill him.

Twenty ccs polyadrenalin.

We have reestablished communication
with Major Kincaid's CVI.

What happened?

We'll sort that out after
we get you to the hospital.

You're a Companion Protector.

We're losing him. I need
a Taelon plasma pack, stat.

- Better get down there.
- Be cautious with Kincaid.

Until you have killed his benefactor we
do not need his death to complicate things.

But once Da'an is
dead do as you please.

FBI. I need to talk to this man.

We just pulled him out of a shock
spiral. He may have a concussion.

- Taking him to the ER for evaluation.
- When I'm done.

I'm fine, just a little dizzy.

Your CVI was inoperable for
a couple of hours, Major.

If you say so. The last thing I
remember was a grenade in my face.

I was watching.

I was on my way to Colorado to
run down Da'an's recent contacts.

Forget Colorado. Da'an's most recent contacts
come from star system we call Tau Ceti.

Your Companion is a Judas, Major.

He's been in private negotiations
with the Jaridians for months.

If that's true, then
there's gotta be a reason.

Of course. Traitors always
have reasons. Selfish ones.

But now that he's gone over to the
enemy, he no longer needs a Protector.

I'll take your weapon, Major.

I'm on active status. What's
your authority for taking my gun?

I'll think of something.

How about sick leave? They tell
me you need medical observation.

Maybe some x-rays, a little sleep.

Perhaps, but as your employer

I want the best possible care
for you aboard the mother ship.

- Put him in a lock down cell.
- All right, Major, come with me.

Hold it! I'm protected by the Companion
decree. He can't just arrest him, or me!

You can't interfere. It would
ruin everything. Just relax.

It's just hard to watch! I can't
believe I don't feel any connection.

It's like I'm watching an impostor, a good
double. Which one is the real me, Renee?

Well, both of you evidently.
Identical and independent. Okay?

It's what's called
looking-glass physics.

There are mirror images of
everything but we don't know it.

Except Sandoval cannot
eavesdrop on this one.

Yeah? Then why do I still feel
this alien thing inside me, huh?

I've never seen Da'an in that mood.
He said he had a duty to perform, that

he'd never be back. I didn't
tell Zo'or that, though.

- Sounds suicidal.
- But if that's it,

why not go into death
stasis. I mean why disappear?

Hold it, what's that? Looks sort
of Taelon and sort of Jaridian.

It's an Atavus. Their protospecies that
split in two about eight million years ago.

The Taelons still have Atavus
DNA. It's their dark side.

Kinda like we have lizard DNA.

Da'an was doing historic research.
The blue symbol must be a bookmark.

- Luckily he forgot to remove a few.
- Sandoval ignored all of this?

He was looking at Da'an's present. But
I think the past is just as important.

Da'an was researching
an Atavus named Ra'maz.

Never heard of him.

Which is odd seeing that Ra'maz is about as
close to a religious icon as the Taelons have.

- One of their gods?
- Or one of their devils is more like it.

Their fear of Ra'maz is mythic.

Just imagine: Satan, Hitler, and
Genghis Khan all rolled into one.

But how does eight million years
ago relate to what's going on today?

That's when all this started. See, Ra'maz
was this leader of an immortality cult.

He found a way to
isolate the core energy.

By becoming Taelon, they extended
their lives by a factor of 200.

Good run, but not exactly immortal.

Better than the Jaridians. The Atavus
who became Jaridian got the short straw.

Their lifespan was cut by two-thirds.

- Which started the war.
- Long war.

Here, he left a note to himself.

"Can I put together what was
rent asunder in time? Can we?"

Maybe not suicidal. Maybe desperate.

Put together?

Haven't the Taelons and the Jaridians tried
everything they could think of to recombine?

Including using human DNA.

Nothing works, nothing so far.

Da'an.

I am here, Balvak.

I should be dead. Where are we?

Aboard a primitive space
craft designed by the humans.

It will suffice for our purpose.

This feeling, my body heat.

It threatens to go
out of control again.

To burn alive. Can you imagine?

I cannot.

Our death is unutterably cold.

Our final moment is upon us.

Shall we begin?

Would you quit staring at me?

If you want to be of any use, why don't
you tell Sandoval, I can't help him in here.

Major, there's no need to
shout. I can hear every word.

Careful, Major.

Fortunately, I don't feel your pain.

And you will experiencing
more of that. I assure you.

Well, I've run the calculations
twice, and you're stable, but

I don't know how long it'll last.

I wonder if I can make three of you.

- One for me.
- Don't even think about it.

Liam, did you check your mail. There's
a coded message here from two hours ago.

Play it.

Incoming Resistance traffic. Mother
ship cipher. Authorization to decode.

We haven't used the mother
ship code since the amnesty.

The deep cover agents aboard
still have it for emergencies.

Kincaid. Permission to decode.

They got the data back. I
was close enough to hear.

It's all about a portal near
Saturn. The Freedom Space Station.

That's all I can give you now.

I know her, Lisa Sagrentino.

She'd never break cover
unless there was no other way.

What's that about the Freedom?
It's in mothballs, it's space junk.

They stripped the reactors for it.

Makes sense. Da'an has
used Federov before.

It's gone. The Freedom is off
the ANA near-Earth tracking net.

How is that possible? Like you
said it was in a dead orbit.

- Did it come down?
- Not according to this.

But it could have collided. They
monitor millions of things up there.

Look, I know how to find out. I still got
the code of Federov's private ID portal.

- Stealth code.
- You think his portal is still active?

I mean that is if the
Freedom is still in one piece.

I know Mikael, he always
leaves himself a back door.

See if you can set up a link.

- Found it and it's got power.
- Where is it?

Well, it's not in Kansas anymore.

- No security alert?
- Maybe nobody's home.

Delighted to see you again, Renee.

I was unable to bid you
farewell at our last meeting.

Shame.

- You're looking spectacular as always.
- Thank you, nice suit.

I'm pleased you noticed.

And I always enjoy
the Major's company.

Save it, Federov. You're supposed
to be under house arrest in Rostok.

Events have intervened.

Last week Da'an wired me an immense sum
to prepare the Freedom for this trip.

So. He calls it a summit meeting.

- A summit? For what reason?
- If you ask me, absolution.

He wants a clear
conscience before he dies.

- He thinks this will atone.
- Where is Da'an, is he here?

- Perhaps.
- Meaning?

I will let you judge.

They are about to begin. After you.

- How did the Jaridian get here?
- He is Da'an's guest.

The leader of their
peace movement I gather.

So they're joining. The reverse
of when Ra'maz split them apart.

So goes the theory. Da'an believes
this is the moment of equipoise,

when both Taelon and Jaridian
revert to an equal energy state.

Equal enough to allow them
to join their energies?

Yes. And for some reasons this
Jaridian is willing to test it with him.

No. It's not a test. It's all
or nothing. Can we stop it?

Not now.

It's working.

Atavus.

The first true Atavus
in eight million years.

Amazing.

Collision warning. Unknown
space craft. Collision imminent.

This is the Taelon
battle cruiser, M'thra.

We're sending a boarding party
through your shuttle hatch.

Offer no resistance and
you will not be harmed.

Sandoval.

Watch out!

I thank you.

Da'an suggested this would happen.

Alas, I have business elsewhere.
You may share my portal if you like.

Forget it. They've got enough power
to trap the ID path from that thing.

Portal out now, you'll wind
up right in their hands.

No. Not this! No!

Sandoval's outside in a battle cruiser. And
you just killed some of his storm troopers.

You were warned. In 60 seconds,

my troops will rush your ship firing
proton scatter guns. Surrender or die.

It was too late. Balvak was
closer to death than I was.

We were almost one but we failed.

Not totally, for a moment
you became one again.

Now, we've got to get out of here.
Sandoval's got our ID portal trapped.

You tried to save our lives, Da'an.

but I have a strong hunch right now
you may want to die, but I don't,

neither does Renee. You got
to tell us what we need to do.

I may want to die, but
I will not. Not soon.

In death, Balvak
gave his energy to me.

Enough for a long life.
I am cursed.

Come. We will go together.

They have trapped the ID
path. Our power is too low.

We will use the energy levels
which brought Balvak here.

We will transition without harm.

They're gonna be here in 30
seconds, come right after us.

- Mikael, what's your power source?
- Cold fusion in the grid, there.

Perfect. Let's rig it to go
critical as soon as we're gone.

No it's too risky. We
can't time it close enough.

Those aren't Volunteers guards, they're main
battle troops they'll have nuclear suppressors.

As soon as they're aboard,
they'll shut down the core.

You go ahead.

- I'm gonna hold them off.
- You no match that kind of firepower!

It doesn't matter.
I'm not me, remember?

I'm a spare me. You trust me, I'll trigger that
fusion reaction at exactly the right moment.

You don't know what'll happen, you're coexisting.
If you die, your other self might die, too.

I know. If I don't do
this, then we all die.

Now get going.

This is a very brave thing you're
doing, Major. Good luck and godspeed.

Renee, we must go.

Liam, I do not comprehend the reason for
your sacrifice, but understand the motive.

I, too, was willing
to die to save my own.

I honor you. Frus'naah, Major.

- We'll see you.
- Count on it.

I'd back that crate up, Sandoval.
There's gonna be a loud bang.

The explosion knocked out
the cruiser's data recorder.

Sounds like you were lucky
to get out of there yourself.

- How many megatons did you say?
- Nearly 400.

But it takes a lot more than that
to knock out a M'thra class cruser.

My point is, there was a brief
communication from the space station.

A voicecom on their link.

Voice?

Yes, of course.

You're in detention on the
mother ship, weren't you?

And I was your responsibility, right?

I know Zo'or demands complete
accountability from his jailers.

Those things come out a
lot easier than they go in.

Yeah, I'll trust you on that one.

You know, Zo'or would've left in you,
if Da'an hadn't made him take it out.

So, Da'an's a hero, he comes back
with the cinders of a dead Jaridian

and Zo'or has to give him a medal.

Zo'or's still trying to prove
Da'an sabotaged the data banks.

Yeah, I'll never do it.

I'm sure Da'an wants to tell the
Synod that Balvak was a hero, but

he damned him as a spy.

He did that for you.
But I guess it evens out.

You gave your life
for Da'an and for me.

No, no, no, no see that wasn't
me, that was actually quantum Liam,

- a well-known hothead.
- True.

I told Da'an this morning what happened,
so he wouldn't keep looking at me funny.

Yeah.

I wonder what it was like, though.

What he...

What I saw in those final moments?

Well, don't be in such a hurry.

You'll find out one day. We all will.

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