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Previously on Gene Roddenberry's
Earth Final Conflict...

An asshole of the alien stab me
with some kind of finger cleave.

Apparently I'm ahead for a joining
procedure and they'll turn me into hybrid.

And if I don't,
I'm dead.

I'm sending to a friend of mine,
and you can trust her.

More than one of your people, believe me.
She'll get you to an ER.

D'you think you can give me
the lowdown on Hubble's new ape?

I'm already step up of you.
Ryan Patrichio.

He worked for two years

in a counterterrorist unit
with Ronald Sandoval.

I knew I didn't like him.

Hubble?

- Nurse!
- He's gone into a coma.

It's too late.

.

I read that

olfactory stimulation was

more than quite effective
with some coma patients.

These dark roasts,
are his favourite.

I must say your

tenacity is to be admire.

Did you read that email I send you
on light therapy?

It involves ultra-violet rays
to the brain stems of the coma patients.

I know the research.

I'm afraid its the opinion world of
neurology that there is no longer any...

reasonable chance
for Mister Urick's recovery.

Yeah, well, he's been defying reason
his whole career.

That's how he became White House
Chief of Staff and Director of the FBI.

I know how fond you are of him.

Actually we rarely saw
eye to eye, but...

in many ways he was...

is my mentor.

I don't mean to seem...

callous...

I have kept Mister Urick here
in intensive care,

rather than our long term coma care
facility because of your incredible

- devotion.
- And I appreciate that.

But soon,

I'm afraid you're gonna have to let go.

Not until he does.

Keep up the fight.

Take good care of him, Doctor Field.

Doctor Calbert to ICU.
Doctor Calbert to ICU.

I'm on way out.
All clear?

Yeah,
but I still don't like it.

You take a big risk
every time you go to that hospital.

And it's not like Hubble's situation's
getting any better.

As long as he is alive,
there's hope.

Have you even consider that

Sandoval and Patrichio maybe
keeping him alive as a bait to trap you?

I never come during visiting hours,
Doctor Field is an ally,

and I've got you watching my back.

It's a risk I'm willing to take,

- for Hubble.
- Fine.

Look, there's something else
I got to talk to you about...

During my security sweep,
I've scrolled through the patient list.

It looks like the wife of
an old friend of ours was admitted.

Which old friend?

Reese Jackson.

Better not be him.

Reese, I love you.

It's routine sweet heart.

You heard the doc.

You'll be home in time
to cook me my dinner.

Well, I just don't like the idea
of being put asleep.

I'm there.

And if you don't have this operation,
no way you can get pregnant.

Which is OK with me, because
you know, I don't mind practicing.

Promise me we'll start working on a
family as soon as I get out of here.

I promise.

I love you.

In the twenty-first century,

an alien species known as the Taelons

came to Earth with a promise of peace.

They lied...

Their true agenda was to dominate us.

After years of struggle
the Taelons have perished

leaving more aggressive beings
in their wake,

the Atavus.

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My name is Ren�e Palmer.

My mission is to stop this new species
from dominating our planet.

This is Earth Final Conflict.

_ Season 5 _ Episode 13 _
"DEEP SLEEP"

You don't even call.

Ren�e...

I'm only in town for like a day or two.
So I...

- You know, I didn't think I had time to...
- You know what, don't...

bother with your PS excuses Reese.

I stopped counting on you
as a fighter a long time ago.

You know after you...

traded us in for serenity
behind a white picket fence.

But I still thought we were friends.

I was wrong.

I'm sorry.

Ignoring my calls, emails,
you're sorry about that too?

- So you're married now.
- Yeah.

Claire, my dream girl, she...

actually existed.

We're trying to have a baby,
that's why we are here.

You've forgotten
what's going on out there?

Have you even told her about the aliens?

Not that it's any of your concern,
but yeah, Claire knows everything.

So what?

You just decided to put your head in
the sand, pretend they don't exist?

I don't know what my future holds,
but right now, in this moment,

Claire and I are gonna live our lives.

Is everything OK Doctor Morrison?

We have a problem.

Claire had an allergic reaction
to the anesthesia.

So what happen?

We can't restore consciousness.

What do you mean?

She's in a coma, Mister Jackson.

How is she doing?

I'm afraid the news isn't good.

There's no brain function.

No!
No, that's not possible!

You told me this was only routine.

- My wife was perfectly healthy!
- I understand your shock,

Mister Jackson and I share it.

There was nothing in her medical files,
to indicate that there was an allergy

- to anesthesia.
- Well, does that suppose to cheer me up?

All I want to hear is how you're
gonna get my wife out of that coma?

We are doing everything in our power
to revive your wife.

But you must prepare yourself
for the possibility that Claire

could remain in this state
for the rest of her life.

What's going on?
Where are they taking her?

They're taking her to our
coma care ward.

A pre-eminent facility
for coma patients in this country.

I need to stay with her.

I'm sorry.

Coma patients are highly susceptible
to common illness.

Our ward is a germ-free environment.

We'll make arrangements
for your visitation.

We'll let you know
if there's been any change.

My condolences are with you.

I don't need your condolences!
I just want my wife back!

There's something I don't like
about that woman.

What do you say, we run our own
background check, huh?

Here is your chart, Doctor Morrison.

Thanks.

Doctor Morrison,

we have had another negative
reaction to anesthesia.

What's the status of the patient?

All the solicitations have failed.
I'm transferring him to the coma care.

Very well.

Can I take a look at this?

We'll discuss this case further
when your shift is over.

Certainly.

Alright. Thank you.

Two patients go into coma, and that's
how the chief in medicine responds.

Authorization approved.

That's got to be
where they moved your wife.

- And what's with all the security.
- Exactly. We got to get inside.

Here I need your global.

- Reese, I am seriously...
- Yeah, yeah...

- I've heard all about it from Ren�e.
- Not as bad as you can hear from me.

Listen, take your shots, I mean later,
right now I need your help.

What may you think I'm gonna do
anything for you?

Do it, Street.

His wife's in trouble,
I'll explain later.

I need a retinal scan of the Dr Morrison
at United Hospital in Bethesda.

Try cross checking, her name against...

her optometry records against
her records in personal.

Yeah, I guess you know
where I'm going with this.

Way ahead of you actually.

Hang on.

Well, I can take a look at the chart
if you want.

- That would be advisable...
- But I think you're on the right try.

OK, we're clear.

Morrison had her eyes checked
a month ago. The scan is on its way.

Don't bother thanking me.

What do you expect,
hugs and kisses?

She's fast.

Authorization approved.

Can you pick a lock?

She'll come in handy.

You're not authorized for this ward.

Not bad.

Thanks.

What the hell is going on here?

We got to find your wife.
Go ahead, I cover you.

Fine.

No time for that.
Try the computer.

Right.

Where are you, Claire?

This is crazy.

They're putting people into comas.

Who the hell's behind all this?

Someone who went
into great deal of trouble

to secure a large supply
of leaving human alives.

You're telling me. There a lot of people
who'd be interested in this.

It's a perfect cover for...

for organ harvesting cloning human.

Security recorded entry by Dr Morrison,
but she's in another ward.

I'll check it out.

OK, I'll take care of him.

Stay here.

All clear here.

Here's to you, Chief.

Excuse me?

What are you doing here?

It's a restricted ward.

- Acting director Ryan Patrichio.
- I know who you are.

I'm here to discuss director Urick's
medical situation.

Under what jurisdiction?

The director had access to massive
amounts of privileged information,

his mind is a virtual library
of our nation secrets,

easily accessible via a mind probe
in the wrong hands.

This is clearly an issue
of national security, Sir.

Fortunately,

a Federal Court's agree.

As you can see
I've been granted power of attorney,

over Mister Hubble and his affairs.

You look disturb, Doctor?

No,

disgusted.

That any court would put you in charge
of the life of a man like this?

Well, then I'm glad there's no question
about who is in charge.

What is the neurology board's
conclusion director Urick's case?

They haven't published their
own conclusion as of yet.

What is their finding, Doctor?

No

reasonable chance of recovery.

That's really quite sad.

But, we cannot risk the sensitive
information in his brain

falling into the wrong hands.
Especially since as you've said,

the likelihood
of his recovery is null.

Remove director Urick
from all life support systems.

Is the director had any other visitor?

Not to my knowledge.

Dark roast, ***.

When can you carry up my request?

It's not exactly like turning off
a light switch, Mister Patrichio.

In order to authorize the shut down
of life support,

I'll need the board of Directors, including
Chief of Medicine Dr Morrison,

- to sign off.
- Certainly.

We have the upmost respect
for your protocol.

- We have to get Claire out of here.
- It won't be enough.

We need to find out how
they're inducing these comas.

With advanced systems
of technology it's possible

we can come up with a way
to reverse the process for Claire.

Oh God!
How can I let this happened to her?

Alright, think, think, think.

Morrison's using anesthesia
to induce the comas.

- What if she's messing with the mix?
- Maybe some kind of neural gaz.

Which could

actually be dispensed

from the main O2 supply available
into the operating rooms.

Street, look in the hospital's blueprints,
fast.

They're putting patients into comas,
Reese's wife is one of them.

Oh my God!

Look, I need to know where
the hospital stores its oxygen supply.

But I don't understand.

You said that was a routine operation.

There's no way of predicting
how a patient will respond to anesthesia.

I'll let you know if there's any change.

My condolences are with you.

My condolences are with you.

Lying hypocrite!

Tell her the truth!

You tell her that you've put
her husband in a coma!

What's he talking about?

Tell her!
Tell her the truth!

It's nothing.

I'm afraid sometimes grieved ones
just can behave irrationally.

Tell Dr Stone to prep this patient for
an emergency appendectomy in OR 6.

- I want him under anesthesia, stat!
- Very well, Doctor.

This isn't about harvesting organs.

There're hybrids, running around
all over this hospital!

They've got Reese.

Street, they're taking Reese to the OR.

OK, I've got the blueprints.

Locate the air tanks leading
to operating room number 1A.

Basement, sublevel 2.

But these things,
they criss-cross like crazy.

- Find them now.
- I'm trying.

OK, I'm in the basement.

Come on, come on, 'cause if Reese
goes under we might never pull him out.

I am trying.

All windows are closed in here.
Street.

- Street!
- I can't find it.

- Ren�e, I can't find it!
- Dammit!

The oxygen lines are on the east wall,
next to the auxiliary power generator.

Got it.

Ren�e, he's going under!

I can see oxygen

nitrogen...

Ren�e, hurry up!

Hold on.

There's some other gas mixing
with the oxygen.

Did I cut it off in time?

I don't know.

I just don't it know...

- The patient is comatose.
- Excellent.

To take him to coma care.

Authorization confirmed.

Authorization confirmed.

You're welcome.

- I can't leave.
- Don't worry.

We're not going anywhere without Claire.
I got the portal, go find her.

Right.

When will you be ready
to go into full flesh production?

We have complete control
of the hospital.

But we're still only at 10% of capacity.

To increase production,
I need additional manpower.

Put together, unless of
the hospital key personal.

I'll arrange for them to be joined
as hybrids at once.

Dr. Morrison.

One of our people was attacked!

Coma care...

Dr. Field.

I understand everything's in order now?

Typically,
these matters do require the...

approval of board of neurology.

Fortunately we're able to
bypass that process.

I'm aware.

So much for respect for our protocol.

Rank has its privileges.

How long will he live without support?

That could be an hour.

Could be a week.

It's up to him.

- We've got company!
- Hang on, hang on.

I got her!

Claire

Time to go.

Vitals are strong.

- She's able to breathe on her own.
- It's a good sign, right?

The EEG tells a different story.

The brainwave activity is minimum.

There's nothing you can do?

We know Sandoval's put
the patients into comas, why?

I cannot tell you why,
I can tell you how.

The Alien blood gasses
combine with oxygen,

the mixture somehow
induces brainwave paralysis.

Can we analyse the chemical make-up
of the gasses, to create an antidote?

Is it possible?

Not with the blood sample you brought from
the hospital. It's tainted with oxygen.

What about if I get you a clean sample?

It's entirely conceivable.
A serum can be thrive.

This works for smallpox,
polio of various influences.

But I'll need a
untainted Atavus blood sample.

Well, so where do we found them?

Have you ever face one
of the creatures Reese?

They're vampires.

- Quick, powerful, deadly.
- And that's why I've got you, right?

I'm picking up some serious
temperatures from the hospital grids.

You can pinpoint the location?

Basement level, surgical wing.

When there's kind of the heat
there's usually a hybrid chamber.

They're probably joining more
hospital's personal as hybrids.

Which means,
there's got to be an Atavus down there.

I can handle this.
Claire needs you here.

I can't really help her here,
so I'm coming with you.

What's going on with that?

What's he doing to her?

It's a joining.

He's creating a hybrid.

Well, we've got to help her.

It's too late for her.

We've got to neutralize the alien long enough
to take that blood sample.

When chamber opens,
I'll take care of the Atavus

- you deal with the hybrid. Got it?
- I got it.

Go!

I got it!

Thanks.

Get this to Doctor Qu. Don't drop it.
I'll meet you back at the lair.

Where are you going?

Figure to find out exactly
what Sandoval's up to.

Since the breaking, we've increased security
to our current maximum alert status.

The Atavus want to insure
the consistency of our product.

Certainly.

This is for you.

Obviously consistency is not an issue.

I assume we'll commence world wide
distribution of this food source immediatly.

At the current rate

the hybrid population will exceed
one million within 6 months

and multiply exponentially after that.

We must provide

a stable food supply before
these hybrids

mature into full-blown aliens.

I'll take that as a yes.

Lucky for us we're dealing with a carbon base
life form with genetic make-up similar to ours.

If we reverse the polarity
on the DNA strand.

We might be able to generate a serum by

forcing the alien blood cells
to create antibodies.

Sandoval's creating a human food bank.

Coma care is a giant alien fridge,
stock with human snacks, you understand.

The aliens wanna scuff
on the coma patients, of course.

Yeah, and they're multiplying ten times
faster than we ever calculated.

We've got to move up our offensive.

Contact Boone in Europe,
Sanders in Asia,

McNamara in Australia. Everyone's got
to know what we're up against.

And how's Claire?

No change.

- OK, it's time to get you out of there.
- I can't.

Why not?

Your wife wasn't the only one in trouble.

I got a friend here. He's in danger,
I'm getting him out.

Alright, well,
then I'm coming to back you up.

- No, this time Claire really needs you.
- Oh, and you don't?

Not as much as she does.

Excuse me.

What are you doing in Mr Urick's room?

I... got orders
to take him to another room.

Whose orders?

I got them right here.

I guess you'd need me after all.

He's not breathing.

I think we're getting somewhere.

We've managed to trick
the alien DNA into creating

its own antibodies to fight off
a non-existent virus.

A cure?

Or a poison.

The only way to know
for sure is to test it.

Reese will have to make that call.

What's happening?

She's slipping deeper into coma.

We'll never be able to pull her back.

No.

Yes.

I told you, I cannot guarantee
what will happen...

We have to give her the serum.

We don't have the choice.

Come on!

Oh God, what's going on?

It might be the antibodies fighting
the alien DNA in her blood stream.

Nice to see you finally gave up
the good fight, Chief.

Urick's dead.

I've written the press release,
made all funeral arrangements.

He'll be buried with full colours
in Arlington.

You of all people won't wanna miss him.

Be sure, to invite Ren�e Palmer
to the festivities.

He's not breathing.

He's faintly got a pulse.

Reese?

It worked.
Give him the antidote.

- Hubble's coma wasn't alien induced...
- It's because an alien cleaved open his chest,

who knows what kind of metabolic
residue was left in his system.

We got nothing to lose.

No...

You're not gonna die on me,
you understand!

I'll *** with you.

- Don't ***
- Ren�e.

Claire was in coma
for less than 24 hours.

Hubble Urick has been in one for months.

Come on Hubble. Squeeze my hand.
Squeeze my hand. Come on.

Come on, you could try to understand.
Squeeze my hand.

Just squeeze my hand.

I know you can hear me.
I know you can.

I know you can.

Did you see that?

Dark roast.

Yes.
Your favourite.

I have accepted the President's request

that I resume my duties as Director
of the FBI effective immediately.

My primary focus will be ruling out and
eliminating the new alien threat,

which can't be deny no longer.

Alien treachery has reached
the highest levels of our government

as well as other *** of public services,

even the FBI is vulnerable.

This morning, acting Director
Ryan Patrichio, was arrested,

charged with treason,

for collaborating with the alien enemy.

We owe a tremendous debt
to the many brave people

who up to this point, have been our only
line of defence against the Atavus.

Especially my trusted friend

Ren�e Palmer.

Director Urick. Is Director Patrichio
in custody at this time?

Well, vindiction doesn't come
any sweeter than that.

Hubble cleaned up United Hospital,

liberated the coma care ward.

Most of the patients are already back
with their families.

You really came...
through for me Ren�e.

I mean, you saved the love of my life.

And you saved my life.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is...

Claire and I have talked,

and I wanna come back.

I wanna fight.

No.

No you're exactly where you need
to be right now. With your wife.

So, do me a favour, will you?

Go home and start working
on some little Reeses.

And leave you without the benefit
of my invaluable

services.

That's for now.

Just be ready for my call,
and next time, call back.

Well, at least you're not the lone

bullfighter anymore

all by yourself.

Yeah. Times are different and changing.

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