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Previously on Gene Roddenberry's
Earth Final Conflict

You want to tell me what's going on?

We've got another
high particle locator beacon.

Another hive?

They could be hundreds,

thousands of them napping in stasis
all over the planet.

Look, if we've seen the beacon,
so is Sandoval.

We've got to get to it,
before he resurects any more of them.

They've activated the crystal.

I'm triangulating the exact location.

There's the locator beacon.
Kill it, kill it!

Too late! Somebody else
has already locked up the frequency.

I won't guess who that could be.

Well, let's do what we got to do,
and leave them our condolences.

We continue our search Howlyn,
but I think it's clear to see that...

- Ren�e Palmer beat us to the punch.
- Find her!

Well, well, well.

How unusual.

I've heard of Egyptian servants
been mummified with their masters,

but this is not a mummy.

Oh yeah, let see...

Askhenaton.
This is it!

He's here!

Prepare for the discovery

that could change history, Rashid.

Professor, no.

You must not open it.

I must know what is in this tomb.

If Askhenaton's body is not of this Earth,

then my entire life's work is vindicated.

Professor, someone is coming.
Quick!

Professor.

Professor, they're coming.

No, I...
I can't, I can't go on.

Look,

you must...
you must get this,

to Ren�e Palmer,

in America.

Here, now...

the address is on the back of the card.

- Ren�e Palmer, in America.
- Yes, go!

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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Season 5 Episode 15

My name is Ren�e Palmer.

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

This is Earth Final Conflict.

Is that the Giza plateau?

Seen from a multi-imaging satellite.

using infrared and
electromagnetic radiation.

you can see buried foundations,
lost roads, dried-up rivers.

What the hell are those lines?

If they weren't so straight, I would say
they're underground rivers or streams, but

these have got to be man made.

That would mean that the entire plateau

is undermine with
tunnels all the way to the Sphinx.

See these formations?

Alright, now look at the sketch
of chambers under the Sphinx.

No doubt, they're identical.

Crosscheck for active
archaeological sites under the Sphinx.

Thebian mapping project in KD5,
a couple of teams at the marina.

I need to get on that plateau.
Is there a team there?

Oh, give me a break!

Raleigh Sinclair.
How the hell did he get a permit?

Well...

there was probably a woman in the
permit office. God, have you've seen him?

Trust me, looks can be deceiving.

In fact, they can turn around a line

- of woman on...
- You know him personally?

- Raleigh Sinclair the archaeologist?
- Oh trust me, he's no archaeologist.

He is a playboy
and a lousy thieving pirate.

Well, I guess, we know who's
on the list of plundered treasures.

What are you up to?

I'm reprogramming the portal for Cairo.

Hello! Were you listening?
I never want to see that man again, not ever.

But you want to see him suffer.

And you need an archaeologist
with a Giza permit.

Sounds like a win-win situation to me.

Earl Grey.

If I close my eyes, we could be having
the high tea in the house of the Lords.

House of Commons, I stand corrected.
Now, then...

the manuscript.

Has he seen it before?

Look, he says
it is the book of bearing the Pharaohs,

that he saw it once
when he was a small boy.

Yes, several copy still exist,
but...

this one in particular I'm told,
used to have an extra chapter.

That is true.

The last chapter
describe the tomb of Askhenaton,

Grand Vizier to the Pharaohs.

Saints be praised.
Did he read it?

Does the last chapter
specified the location of the tomb?

It's has been 50 years,
he does not remember.

Even if he did,
it is forbidden for him to speak it,

and the tomb of Askhenaton is
guarded by very strong magic.

- He who defiles it, he's cursed.
- Oh, come on!

The Pharaohs would hardly curse us
for talking about it.

Rashid,

you sometimes accompany tourists into the
forbidden tunnels underneath the plateau.

- Yes.
- In fact,

you recently perform
this service for someone,

I suspect,
had a copy of the last chapter.

- Professor Hightower.
- It is a lie.

- Who told you this?
- Your competition.

He says you want to cut his price
and Hightower hired you.

I don't remember any Englishman.

I never said he was English.

Rashid,

Hightower's gone missing.

If you do not want to be
the next victim of the curse,

I suggest you tell me,
where you took him,

and what happened
to the last chapter of my book.

The spirits chased us.

He told me to take the manuscript
and send it to America.

Ren�e Palmer, in America.

Ren�e Palmer?

Bugger, there is a curse.

Omar, fetch me...

Omar?

Junior year, getting warmer...

Ah, graduate school,
here we are.

N, O, P...

Petrova Nadia,
see under "special skills".

Ah... Palmer Ren�e.

Omar, where the devil...?

What a brilliant surprise!

Either Ren�e Palmer
has walked into my tent,

or I'm seeing the most enchanting mirage.

- Well, thanks for clearing that up.
- Is that all you have to say?

Ren�e please,

allow me to apologize
for what ever I did to deserve that.

Raleigh, you have so much to apologize for,
you wouldn't even know where to start.

I'm sure you're right.
This may take time.

Why don't we drop a list
of my transgressions say over diner?

I demand that you release me.

You're in no position
to be making demands.

Do you have any idea who I am?

As a matter of fact
I'm one of your biggest fans, Professor.

I read all your books. Your theory
that ancient Egypt

was visited by...

aliens,
that's quite fascinating.

You think that once the Taelons arrived

people would have be more
receptive to your ideas.

I am afraid, the scientific community
has a habit of...

persecuting new ideas.

Tell me...

what was it that you were looking for
beneath the Giza plateau?

- I'm not at liberty to disclose that.
- Yes, I understand. I understand.

But it is very important to me that you...

find the archaeological proof,
you're searching for.

Why should you help me?

Because...

as it turns out...

you were right.

Don't bother with the bubbling, Raleigh.
I'm not here for good time.

There no worries, love.
It's absolutely gutsy stuff.

A couple of bottles of this will be
a guaranty to a perfectly horrid evening.

Go up to your way.
We can have the rest for breakfast.

I'm warning you...

Oh, picking up right where we left off,
just like the old times.

Ren�e you're right.

I never treated you
as you deserved.

I trifled with woman, and
you're not a woman to be trifled with.

My deepest apologies.

And I realise no platitudes could redeem
an incorrigible lout like me.

You want redemption?

Translate this.

And no funny business,

Professor Hightower could be
in a lot of trouble.

Well, it isn't of much value.
It's an...

old manuscript written in Arabic.

You could probably
get a few hundred quid for it.

I tell you what.

I'll take it off your hands
for say... 500 dollars.

We took religious class together,
remember?

You think I don't know an important
artefact when I see one?

Alright!

750,

but only because on several glorious
occasions we saw each other naked.

The thing is, I'm not the same little girl
you took around the world and then dumped.

Not anymore.

I didn't dump you.

We toured the China Sea on my yacht, and

I went off to Cambridge,
you just stay at Harvard, remember?

What I remember, is never earring
from you again! Not once!

I'm sorry love, but I warned you not
to fall in love with me, didn't I?

Yeah. And it was damn a good advise.

Ren�e,

I know what you must think of me,
and... God knows you're not wrong.

But I can't let you go
without telling you the truth.

That manuscript you're carrying...

is a priceless treasure.

The truth?

On your honour I suppose?

If I had any, yes.

This is the book of bearing the Pharaohs.

A twelth century Arabic manual, detailing how

and where to raid
the tombs of the Pharaohs.

Scattered copies still exist
but none with the chapter you're holding.

- So it's a treasure map?
- Yes,

and the X marks the spot
of an undiscovered tomb.

The crypt Askhenaton,
Grand Vizier to the Pharaohs.

Vizier, adviser.

According to temple hieroglyphics,
he was a priest,

a doctor, an engineer and
a sorcerer of great power.

Some scholars believe it was he who told

Imhotep the secret
of building the pyramids.

And Hightower believes Askhenaton's
mystical power was of alien origin.

Exactly.

And giving your hobby
of looking for aliens behind every bush,

I can understand why the daft bastard
would have sent it to you.

The Atavus may not have hung out
with King Tot,

but they are definitely real.

Don't get your turban another twist.
I've heard all about them.

OK Raleigh, what ancient custom
did you violate this time?

If we start counting,
it might take all night.

Something tells me
that we don't have that long.

Good evening sir.

Hors d'oeuvre?

Next time I'll organize a party,

remind me not to invite the locals!

They're looking for the last chapter,
so, how they must know I've got it?

Don't start with that curse of
the Pharaohs mumbo-jumbo.

Well, they're not here for your curry.

- What's wrong with my curry?
- Shut up Raleigh, get in the portal!

These lines could be ancient silos

How do we know they're not full of
buried camel dong or something?

Ground-penetrating radar.

You'll know what's in before
you'll step in.

Handy.

Could have used it on my last expedition.

Could use it when I met you.

Radar, is it safe?

Shouldn't we risk giving Askhenaton cancer?

If he's an Atavus,
we're gonna give him worst than that.

Fine,

just promise me you'll let me...
look around a bit first.

No grave robbing Raleigh,
I mean it.

No sex, no lies, no loss, honey.

Ren�e, you used to be so much more fun.

Don't worry.

You'll be well paid for your services.

Splendid.

What sort of payment
did you have in mind?

Well,

this discovery could possibly

redeem your tarnish reputation
as a low class pirate.

That should pay you, well enough,
don't you think?

Street, program us for the Cairo portal.

Oh yes, redemption.
How dreary.

Alright, I'll go.

Find a way to spend
a couple days below decks,

so to speak, with my favorite Lady.

That's one mystery solve,
we found Hightower.

But those chaps with him are
definitely not from the university.

No, that's Ronald Sandoval.

Alien collaborator and all round,
traitor to the human race.

- He wouldn't be here without reason.
- Camel raising on the Nile.

He must believe there's an Atavus
in Askhenaton's tomb.

At last, Hightower may have found
his proof, ***.

All he'll have is proof, that an Atavus
is starving for breakfast. Come on.

What's wrong?

Without the manuscript
it's hard to get by bearings.

If I had the last chapter,
I wouldn't need you,

if you can find a way...

It's this way.
I'm sure of it.

- So what exactly are we looking for?
- A secret door of some kind.

Are we going the right way?

How would I know, this is in Arabic!

- You don't read the Arabic?
- Don't get your blue ****.

You can't trust these old documents anyway.

You said that was a treasure map.
What happen to the X marks to spot?

It's a figure of speech.

I mean, these documents are
full of spells and such,

for out-booting the genies
guarding the tombs...

You can't take anything literally.

So, this priceless treasure that
you were so hot for is really worthless.

No, no, no.
It's immensely valuable, don't you see?

It's the first documentary evidence
that Askhenaton's tomb really exist.

Great, so how the hell
do we gonna find it without a map?

I'm a treasure hunter,
I was just going to...

follow my nose.
Come on, we better keep moving.

Yeah! Was that your nose talking?

So?

What is your famous nose
say to do now?

Or I break it ***

I say we go down.

- I say we go up!
- Ren�e trust me.

I know what I'm doing.
I'm an experienced professional.

Professional of what?

- You OK?
- Well,

nothing a hot shower
and a good massage couldn't kill.

Ready to check?

Ren�e...

you've really blossomed.

Not in million years.

Who are you?

Show me your permit.

Put down your weapons.

You understand me?

It doesn't look like any energy weapons
I've ever seen.

It's not Taelon, but it is alien.

...

Get ready.

When I shoot...

...

What's going on Professor?

They're speaking a language
of ancient Egypt.

It's a dialect that

hasn't been spoken
in three thousand years.

Well, tell them that their tunnel permit
expired with the Pharaohs.

...

...

...

...

- Impossible.
- What?

They claim to be...

almost four thousand years old.

How can that be?

I'll show you how.

- I hate it when you're right.
- Get used to it.

***

This is not the tunnel of love
I had in mind.

- Shall we leave now?
- No, I can't just leave Hightower.

Now, you want to deal with guns with
only your weapons. That's your business.

I say we find the tomb first,
then rescue Hightower.

No chance that one of us
we can get passed them.

What, we just go back to the fork, and
take the long way around, double time?

No, we... charge them in a surprise and
we gonna reach the tomb.

I tell you what.

- We'll flip for it.
- Oh, you're insane.

They say that Askhenaton told them
that you would come.

And that they have waited
forty centuries for this day.

What are they talking about?

The end of the human race.

You were right Professor.

Earth was visited by aliens long ago

and now it'll be return to them.

In less than a year,
humans will be nothing more

than slaves or food,
and I will be their master.

Tell them to take us
to Askhenaton's tomb.

- Heads, I win.
- You cheated.

I beg your pardon...

After him!

- This way!
- No, it's this way.

Raleigh.

You. Take that one!

Please, Please.

Don't hurt me.

No.

Is that you?

Your postcard was a little hard to ignore.

I wasn't sure you'd understand it.

I have a somewhat obsession
these days. Come on.

- You alright?
- Yes.

Fourteen "cubits",
turn right.

One "quama".

Right again.

Two cubits.

Jackpot!

- You come alone?
- I should have.

- I brought Raleigh Sinclair.
- Good Lord, why him?

He stole my copy of the book
of bearing the Pharaohs

but not before I hid the last chapter.

- You did bring that for me, yes?
- Yes, of course.

Oh, no... he has made a career out of
stealing other people discoveries.

But he can't have Askhenaton's mask,
I won't let him.

The what?

You see, the last chapter of the book

reveals the location of Askhenaton's tomb
along with his burial mask.

Solid gold, I presume
if Raleigh is after it.

More than that.

You see, the eyes of the mask
are inset with specials gems.

If you look through them,
the location of other tombs is revealed.

The *** burry deep
underneath the desert.

- Raleigh must be after the other tombs.
- Hundreds of them according to the book.

Hundreds of them?

But if I'm right, he won't find
mummified Egyptians in them.

This must be the mother
of all stasis hives.

You think you can take us
to Askhenaton's tomb,

even without the last chapter?

Well, I found it once before...

Property of Professor William Hightower.

Thanks for the assist old boy.

I don't expect, Ren�e Palmer
sent you to say, I told you so.

Yeah, I didn't think so.

I suppose she dropped for something
a little stronger than this one.

Thank god.

Now, do be a good man and

explain to this chaps
that I was headed for Giza Station

and somehow I ended up here.

Come on then.

Slowly.

Give me the mask.
Don't do anything stupid.

Raleigh Sinclair in the flesh.

My fame precedes me.

Well, a game for me.

Former archaeologist turned fortune hunter,

or should I say bottom feeder.

I was doing alright
until you came along mate.

Oh, yes, I can see that.

As usual, you're about
to steal someone else's glory.

What have you done
with Professor Hightower?

Don't look at me.

Last I saw him, he was running
for his life from you and...

the dippy twins here.

Well, let's hope he doesn't run to far,

he's already missed the opening
of Askhenaton's tomb.

He must be dying to learn the secrets of the
pyramids from the alien who built them.

A shame for him to miss out
the feeding as well.

- Feeding?
- Yes.

As you with no doubt realize...

Askhenaton,
the grand vizier to the Pharaohs...

is not human.

When he, and his kind
awake from stasis...

They have a ferocious appetite.

No...

I don't think you'll satisfied
the good Askhenaton.

- I do hope we find Hightower.
- Try turning around.

Slowly.

Hello, Luv.
Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

Shut up, Raleigh. It's gonna be a lot
more than the sore when I'm done.

That goes double for me.

You want my head on a stick H.D?

You'll have to get me out of here first.

Pretty heavy odds Miss Palmer.

You really think you can take on
two hybrids with energy weapons...

and myself...

Take your best shot.

- Professor. You want to do the honours?
- My pleasure.

You should be ashamed stealing
someone else's glory.

I know, I am.

I will hold this.

If they so much as flinch, shoot them.

Now, we're gonna walk out of here.

Unless, of course, anyone wants
to stay for the fireworks.

This must be an awful dilemma for a
heartless mercenary like yourself, Sinclair.

Miss Palmer saved your life.

Will you give up your prize to save hers?

Don't, Raleigh. Don't let them win.

- Ren�e, darling, I...
- They can't leave with that mask.

Come on...

No soldier's life is worth losing the war,
you know that.

I'm sure you're right.

But I'm afraid I'm unprepared...

to face victory without you.

Fine time to turn round on me.

My humblest apologies...

Congratulations,
Professor Hightower.

You got the mask of Askhenaton.

Hundreds of stasis hives might
never have been found.

Your discovery

will put me back in good standing
with our Atavus leader,

and pave the way for Earth domination.

Askhenaton's gone.
Come.

Howlyn's waiting for us
on the mothership.

And as for you, Miss Palmer...

The only reason you remained alive
this long, is that for some reason

Howlyn is fascinated with you.

When Howlyn hears

that you die destroying
another stasis chamber...

He'll be very upset.

Au revoir.

How long did you set the timing for?

We've got less than ten.

Don't just stand there!

Dammit!

There was one thing,
I thought I could rely on...

is your greed.

Ironic, isn't it?

I finally do the right thing, and still
somehow I manage to disappoint you.

It's funny how things work out.

If I had to choose the person
I'd be with at the end.

It would be you.

This is not a good day to die.

There's got to be a way out of here.

Might we try
clicking our heels three times?

Let's try the last chapter, will you?

Would you forget about
that silly piece of parchment.

that's what got us into
this mess in the first place.

Come on, Raleigh, I know it's a map.

- Maybe it shows another way out of here.
- Reading spells, really isn't my forte

Why don't we let Hightower get a go,

while you and I find a cosy little corner
and we live some our happiest moments?

You are incredible.

Your last chance to see just
how incredible.

Wait a tick!

Let me see that.

- You have an idea?
- How about open sesame?

Egyptian royal tombs

usually had a series of chambers,

each one with different provisions
for the afterlife of the soul.

After the burial

the chambers would be sealed from
the inside to discourage grave robbers.

Well, I think that
we came in the back door.

The way the workers got out
after sealing the tomb, so...

through that wall there,
should be the other chambers!

Ridiculous.

I bet you

the chances of an alien burial chamber

exactly matching an Egyptian tomb
are about the same as...

me becoming a monk.

Sillybilly.

I might prefer death.

Bugger!

Come on, give me a hand.

Push with all you've got.

Come on, we're gonna be short of time.

More!

Push, push...

Come on!

Come on!

After you, the least I can do
is watch your back.

- Back my ass.
- Darling, this is no time for semantics.

- The corridor's collapsing!
- Move, move!

There it goes all my proof...

Buried,

And the mask of Askhenaton gone.

Tear up H.D.

Ren�e and I can tell the world you
aren't just much of a loon as you seem.

Oh God, help me!

You two have less credibility than I have.

The question is...

will the mask reveal the location of
other tombs to Howlyn and Sandoval or...

its powers are just a myth?

Good point.

I wouldn't worry.

I think they'll find that in the end...

myths an legends are always...

missing something.

Give it to me.

Well, what do you see?

I see a fool.

The mask you bring me has been defiled.

That's impossible!
I was there when he was recovered.

It is ruined.

Once again you have failed me.

I don't believe it.

Darling.

Remember this?

It was a perfect sunset,
over a perfect sea.

But nature in all her glory couldn't
hold a candle to you that night.

Well, I'm off...

drawn to the call of new adventure.

Who knows, where
the winds of fortune blow.

But the dream remains the same,

that in all the treasures still unfound

a precious jewel lies undiscovered,

rare and perfect,

unique and flawless,

as one I held,

and lost long ago.

All the best my love.

Raleigh.

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