Previously on Gene Roddenberry's EARTH FINAL CONFLICT
The Companions want you to work with them?
Yeah, but I told them no.
The Compagions killed Kate. I turned down their offer
that same night Kate was killed
It was you, wasn't it? You have my wife murdered.
Don't worry, your wife never felt any pain.
Ask yourself why you never trusted me.
It's because I don't work with the Taelons.
I work with Jonathan Doors, against the Taelons.
NOOoooooo!!
- Boone didn't make it. - He'll have to be replaced...
- we need some one in the inside. - Jonathan, Boone's dead.
That's right, our chances of survival just got a hell of a lot slimer.
Two chambers completely destroyed and structural damage to the ship.
You're pathetic.
Failure to capture Renée Palmer caused this disaster.
Manpower is our problem, not my complacency.
If you want to dominate the human race, you need to create more hybrids.
I want to dominate Renée Palmer.
And since you're obviously incapable of capturing her,
I'll go down to the planet and seize her myself.
Do that and you'll alert the world to your presence before we're ready.
I have a better plan.
I have suffered the futility of your plans.
I know the perfect enticement to draw out Renée Palmer.
I can bring back the greatest resistance fighter of our time.
An enemy that can harm us?
Are you insane?
You want Renée Palmer...
You have to accept some risk.
Of course, if you don't have the stomach for it...
Make it happen.
Welcome back,
Boone.
In the 21st century, an alien species, known as the Taelons,
came to earth with the 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.
My name is Renée Palmer.
My mission is to stop this new species from dominating our planet.
This is earth's final conflict.
Season 5 Episode 5
Baltimore...
Sarah.
Come on. Be home.
Sarah.
Sarah, it's OK. It's OK. Wait, wait, wait. No it's, it's me, it's me.
Is it really you, Will?
Secret handshake.
What happened?
I don't know. Last thing I remember, I was...
I was shot. I was being transported to the mothership.
That was three years ago.
What?
I...
I've lost three years of my life?
I need to get in touch with my old colleagues. Can I use your global?
You can use your own.
I kept all your stuff, Will.
I never lost faith that I'd see my big brother again.
What's this?
That's from your funeral.
That was the worst day of my life.
- That's Augur, right? - Yeah.
Yeah, I remember him.
- I don't suppose you've heard from him. - No, sorry.
Not in service.
Come on.
Where the hell is everybody?
There is no Resistance movement, Will.
All the Taelons are gone. You don't have to worry about aliens anymore.
As soon as Boone leads us to Renée Palmer, we'll put him right back in the tank.
Unless I decide to kill him first.
Why am I here all of a sudden?
Who woke me up from whatever limbo I was in for the last three years?
All I care is that I have my brother back.
You know, Augur had a secure e-mail address.
I doubt it's still in service, but...
I am the poster child for bad hair days.
Street.
Lighten up... I'm on it.
Weird, somebody's knocking on Augur's digital back door.
Nobody's used that address forever.
This is strange. The sender's name is William Boone.
The Resistance fighter.
Resistance? He was a companion protector. Da'an's boy.
No, no, that was his cover.
He was definitely Resistance. But he's been dead for years.
Well, tell that to his mortician, because somebody had access to this secure address.
Well, let's see who's going to all this trouble to impersonate a dead resistance hero.
Set up a meeting.
William Boone...
I presume.
You presume correctly, Renée Palmer.
I have to say... You look pretty good for a dead guy.
You too, for a crackpot that claims the world's coming to an end.
Just picking up where you left off.
Why'd you risk coming here?
To see a legend in the flesh.
I hope I didn't disappoint.
Not yet...
But we haven't started talking business, have we?
What makes you think we have any business to discuss?
- Hey, you called me, remember? - Hey, I didn't call you.
I was looking for Augur, remember?
Well, when you find him, let me know.
- Any ideas where he might be? - He checked out.
Last I heard, he was back in the Bahamas.
What about Lili Marquette?
She was living on Jaridia.
Probably killed when the planet imploded.
I'm sorry.
- Look, right now, I'm just trying to prevent... - Don't lecture me.
You have no idea what the Taelons have taken from me.
No?
I'm the one who's been battling these aliens for the last three years where have you been?
- I don't know. - You don't know.
I'm showing a hell of a lot of trust just being here right now. Apparently,
I'm not getting a damn thing in return.
Hey, I just woke up from a three-year nap
to find out the world's done a 180, so why don't you cut me a little slack.
No time for that, you could have a homing device on you right now.
But you're here anyway.
I had to find out... who the Boone impostor was.
Are you satisfied now?
The only way this discussion continues...
Is after I run a full diagnostic on you.
Let's go.
- After you. - Thanks.
William Boone... Nice hair.
J. Street, nice bod.
Gee, thanks.
I...
I like what you've done with the place. It's...
funkier.
Well...
now for the moment we've all been waiting for, at least me.
Lose 'em.
All right, remember, be gentle.
What's causing that?
Hang tight.
Circulatory nanobot locators. One of Sandoval's specialties.
Sandoval? You have any idea where the hell he is?
Up on the mothership, doing the alien's bidding.
These locator's are hard to find 'cause they're always moving through the body.
Have you seen one before?
You could say I've been personally introduced.
Get rid of it.
OK... here we go.
Come on.
We've lost him and we've learned nothing.
Your scheme's failing.
That's the reason I make contingency plans.
Boone will come after us, and Miss Palmer will be with him when he does.
We'll get them both.
And this self-serving speculation is based on what?
He's fearless.
She'll respond to that, as a warrior...
and a woman.
If you are wrong, we will have no way to find them.
Untrue.
We do have other options, Howlyn.
What, exactly?
Oh, I think you know... Exactly what they are.
So, how are we gonna get to the mothership, walk?
You can. I'm taking a shuttle.
I didn't think you had time to be playing games.
Destroying these hybrid chambers right under the alien's noses will be no joke, believe me.
Jaridian cloaking technology.
You missed out on a few things since you were in the tank.
I'll fly.
Forget it.
You haven't been inside a shuttle in three years,
and you know nothing about the cloaking technology.
I'll drive home.
Deal.
Show time.
Gee, it looks like built-in obsolescence isn't limited to human beings.
- It looks like this ship is dying. - Just not soon enough.
Look, I've taken out one of their hybrid chambers, but I've seen at least three more.
And we've only got one shot at this. We can't afford to squander it.
They look like black, standing coffins?
Right, stored on a deck with a temperature over 115 degrees Fahrenheit.
Right. You take the high road, I'll take the low road. Keep in touch.
Remember the mission:
to destroy the hybrid chambers. Sandoval is irrelevant.
Maybe to you.
Stay alert.
Oh, I copy that.
Where are you, Sandoval? Where are you?
No luck here.
I'll try a higher level.
Where are you hiding, Sandoval?
Good evening, Boone. Turn around slowly.
Drop the gun.
You stole three years of my life from me.
Actually, it was Zo'or, but I'm happy to take the credit.
So what's your Machiavellian purpose in all this?
Survival of the fittest, Boone. And I've planed to survive.
- To what end? - Power! Of course.
Over what? A planet of hybrids?
That outcome is inevitable. Unlike us, Boone,
these aliens have the will to prevail.
Then why do they need a wife-killer like you to do their bidding?
Why not just take the planet by force?
In due time they will. Back up!
At the moment, they're a little outnumbered.
Boone... I found the hybrid chambers.
It looks like the I.D. slipstream fused the detonator.
Get down to level C... Boone?
I'd really love to chat all day...
We can't find Renée Palmer anywhere on the ship.
She's here, damn it! Keep searching.
- Boone, what's going in? - Go on without me.
Damn.
Sir, we've searched G and H levels.
Well, what about the sub-levels? Do I have to spell it out to you?
That...
won't be necessary.
Go that way.
Boone!
Go, go!
I suggest we go.
Now!
I had three Hybrid chambers dead to rights,
but you wasted it by confronting Sandoval with some macho BS.
- I'm sorry. - Yeah?
Tell that to the next group of people joined as hybrids.
So, you're working with that lunatic Renée Palmer. The one that's screaming about aliens.
- She's not a lunatic. - Tell me you don't believe her.
- I'm not getting you involved in this. - Involved in what?
The Atavus are real, Sarah.
I can't lose you again, Will. I'd rather die.
I understand.
- I have got to fight them. - Then let me fight with you.
I can't protect you. If anything ever happened to you because of me a...
You said you had no choice. Then neither do I.
- You... you've never even held a weapon. - Not true.
When you were fighting the Taelons, you're always on me to learn how to defend myself.
- Which you totally ignored. - Until you were gone,
and then I got scared and taught myself how to shoot.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Show me.
Hold on.
Take a deep breath, exhale slowly.
I guess you have been practicing.
Hey.
Look, I know I screwed up big time on the mothership.
I let Sandoval get the best of me and...
again, I'm sorry.
It happens.
Who's your doctor?
- Me. - You?
- Yeah. - Hire yourself.
Come on, sit down, I'll see if I can fix it.
- Oh, do you wanna grab me those scissors over there? - Yeah, sure.
And you can take care of that part.
So...
how's it feel to wake up in a world without Taelons after all those years of occupation?
I don't know, I mean, we lost so many people in the fight.
Now we're back to square one.
Kind of makes you ponder the karmic significance
of yet another species threatening humanity with extinction.
I don't have time to ponder.
Not when I'm faced with the practicality of winning this war with the Atavus. I'm virtually on my own right now.
You're not alone anymore.
We'll show the world together. We'll make them believe.
You haven't been around in a while.
You'd be amazed at how people can just turn their heads the other way when they don't want to believe.
Yeah,
I saw that all the time when I was Da'an's protector.
Well... When I look in the mirror,
I see the future staring back, and it's a blood bath.
Or worse, it's a hybrid world with humanity gone.
- Thanks. - No problem.
You have to live in the moment, Renée.
It's the only way to fight the good fight.
And are you living in the moment right now?
Yeah...
Yeah, I am.
Everyone I get close to either turns on me or winds up dead.
Wait a minute.
I'm definitely not gonna turn on you.
And I've been dead for three years.
I plan on living a while this time.
Boone's cohabitating with Renée Palmer.
She's betrayed me.
No, she's... she's played you.
What?
Miss Palmer knows you're obsessed with her.
That knowledge gives her the power to manipulate you.
I can't bear it.
Her with him.
Boone's mistake was falling in love with Miss Palmer.
We'll use that to capture both of them.
Not Boone.
This time he dies.
Mother...
I've been running over 50 different search engines on these damn hybrid chambers, and not one nibble.
It's all right. This is my sister Sarah.
- What gives you rights to bring anyone down here? - This isn't anyone. It's my sister.
And I'm sure as hell I not leave her up with the Atavus.
The Atavus could be watching her. You could've led them right here.
- No one followed us. - This space isn't here to serve you.
Want to talk about this space?
You wouldn't even be in this damn space if it wasn't for Augur and me.
Now, I've lost everything to the Taelons. I'm not gonna lose my sister to the Atavus!
Oh, Just what I've been looking for. An unexplained subterranean heat source.
10 to one it's a hybrid chamber.
We got a problem. Check out the location. They know you're there.
- Good thing it's my kind of action. - I'll...
- I'll handle the recon on this baby. - I'd like to go with you.
My brother explained to me what we're dealing with.
Sarah, I brought you down here so you'd be safe.
I didn't come down here to hide. Just let me handle a weapon.
- Fine, then I'm going with you. - I can take care of myself.
Are you cool with this?
The more the merrier.
Any objections?
Her call.
Passes, ladies.
Thanks.
- Is my eye shadow alright? - You look great. Just Relax.
I don't see any hybrid chambers.
Except for maybe that guy in the corner.
He looks like a hybrid. A cross between an accountant and my hairdresser.
Well,
we could scour every inch of real estate within a 2-mile radius,
or we could knock back a few sakes.
The sakes.
Can we have a couple sakes?
Ladies.
Are either of you two lawyers?
No. Why do you ask?
- I thought I recognized you from my law firm. - Oh, so you're a lawyer?
- Yeah, but I don't really like to talk about it. - Right.
- Oh, whoa, whoa, are you ok? - Yeah, I feel a little faint. Excuse me.
- Do you want some company? - No, thanks, I'll be fine.
- How are you? - Hi. Good. Sake?
Thank you.
That's a hell of a way to ask a guy to dance.
I don't want to dance.
Where are you going?
Women.
Over here.
What the...
Now...
Bring me Renée Palmer.
Your hair is totally radical.
Come over here.
- Where've you been? - I found an Atavus.
- OK, uh, just take it easy. - Did you hear what I said?
I did...
Can you describe him?
6'2...
prominent forehead, black mane of hair,
eyes black, like a shark, honing in on you like a magnet.
- He wear this outfit like... - That sounds like an Atavus.
I followed him to an abandoned subway. He went into a room that was over 100 degrees.
There was steam everywhere.
Oh my god, that could definitely be a hybrid chamber.
Renée, we're in business.
Let's go.
I followed the Atavus to the hybrid chamber.
He inspected it for about five minutes and then took off.
- I didn't want chance going on myself. - You did the right thing.
Yeah, we'll take out the chamber. You two, stay here.
What was that?
We're in.
- I think I heard something. - Where?
Behind that door.
You hear that?
Boone!
Go.
Will.
Are you all right?
- Where's Street? - I don't know.
Come to your death, William Boone.
You first.
Will.
Sarah!
Let's get out of here, come on. Let's go.
Sarah, get out of here.
Sarah... Sarah!
Get back.
- Behind you! - Sarah...
Sarah!
No!
Sarah, Sarah. Sarah...
Sarah, Sarah... come on.
We got to get out of here, come on.
- There she is. - Howlyn, listen to me.
That explosion. The authorities will be here any minute.
You'll be exposed and there won't be a damn thing I can do about it, come on.
Very well. Another time, Renée...
Soon.
Finally...
a hairstyle that highlights your beautiful face.
Don't go.
I need to.
I don't buy that.
What about Renée?
- What about the two of you? - Street...
You know...
I think you always will remind me of Sarah.
Thanks...
for everything.
You know I had to do it.
She was going to kill you.
She was my sister...
but I'm not blaming you.
Then why are you leaving?
I've been a warrior my whole life.
I've fought soldiers on battlefields, been a cop, classed with aliens...
But the rules of war have changed.
They're killing anybody connected with me.
Then fight, alongside me, so we don't have to sacrifice anyone like Sarah.
Yeah, I go to go.
Wait...
Wait.
If I'm gonna help you win this war, then you need the best of me, and I can't give you this right now.
- I'll just won of getting you killed. - We're running out of time.
I just hope there's a world to come back to when you decide to rejoin it.
There will be.