Previously on Gene Roddenberry's Earth Final Conflict...
You are here as the President's alien expert. Period.
Grab yourself a flak jacket, you're joining me on point.
But if you think for one minute
that you can assume tactical command of this operation...
Your prize weapon's toast.
You're back to square one.
You're alive, only because you could be of service to me.
As leader of the Taelons you were the one giving orders.
As an Atavus you'll follow mine.
Now!
Her life signs are still strong.
- I've no doubt we could revive her. - But could you trust her?
Terminate her.
So...
any idea where they might have
took away those plans for our proton scatter weapon?
Our weapon?
Last I heard, it was still property of Allied Command.
Don't tell me you're having second thoughts, now, Lieutenant.
After breaking an entry in a classified area, no.
Look, you don't have to sell me on it again Renée, I'm here on it.
Yeah, well, you wouldn't have to be, if your...
CO hadn't squashed operation takedown.
You're wrong about general Kirkland.
The banning of the second go to the Mothership was not his idea. No way, no how.
Someone in the Army command structures is playing it safe.
We've got to secure that proton weapon,
It's the only thing that can bring down the Mothership's shields.
The files are not in the mainframe.
They must have sealed them in.
Set up the portal!
How did they find out that we were here?
It was your idea to bring the FBI into this, not mine.
It must have been a leak on their end.
Come on!
Go! I'll be right behind you.
Bingo!
Stand down!
Nice covers, boys.
It's about time you get here, right?
You're under arrest, Lieutenant.
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.
Synchro / Transcript: Team Trad EFC
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My name is Renée Palmer.
My mission is to stop this new species from dominating our planet.
This is Earth Final Conflict.
Season 5 Episode 17 "HONOR AND DUTY"
Can I have a moment alone, please?
So, what are you doing here?
- Did I got you a good lawyer? - Yeah.
I hear you've been through a few interrogations.
Yes I have, Palmer.
So don't worry.
I won't pass the buck.
I'm not worried about that, Lieutenant.
I'm worried about you.
I'm going straight to the President,
- and explain that... - Explain what?
That I've tried to steal a classified weapon?
Do you think that will give me a presidential pardon?
It should,
considering the threat that we're dealing with here.
Any threat to this country, being aliens or otherwise,
is a sole responsibility of the Arm' Forces, of which I am a member,
whose command structure, I am bound by duty to honor.
Well, in this case, your command structure dropped the ball.
And someone on your side set us up, and it's sure as hell wasn't the Army!
We don't know that. Hybrids are infiltrated everywhere.
I am the only traitor here.
I've ran off shadowed of my CO, even my own men.
The look on their faces when they had to arrest me.
- It'll work out. - It'll work out?
You don't get the idea.
I'm a special forces commander.
The Army is my family, it's my home.
It's all I ever had, and it's all I ever wanted to be, and now it's gone.
Lieutenant...
- I will straighten this count. - And good luck to you.
Because Kirkland's on the war path
and he's bound and determined to make an example out of me.
All I can say is that, Palmer.
Look our private little war is over.
So thanks for stopping by.
Just get the hell out of here.
Guard!
I don't care if the army owns his hide. We drafted Michaels to this mission,
We can't just abandon him now.
That's why I wanna ask for a presidential pardon.
Renée, I sympathize, I really do.
But the Lieutenant knew the risks.
Talk to his CO or the Joint Chiefs, if you have to.
And admit that the government conspired to rip-off plans
to a classified military weapon? Are you crazy?
Political follow would be... catastrophic.
Listen to you,
worried about your own hide now.
I'm worried about the aliens, OK?
I'm worried about the Mothership's weapons going on line.
It's time you sit down with the President,
get him to remove, whoever is over the Pentagon,
who's blocking another assault on the Mothership.
The President steadfastly refuses to approve any operation
that might jeopardize the stasis orbit of the Mothership.
Look...
we tried to get a shot at the Mothership, we failed.
It's over.
- I want to see him. - Not a chance.
- He could still blow your cover. - And he wouldn't do that.
- And how do you know that? - Because he lives by a code.
- A code of honor. - Which he just violated working for us.
I've got to see him, Hubble.
It's the least you can do for me.
I want to explore every corner of Sandoval's mind.
This is our third run through the mind probe archive of Mister Sandoval, Howlyn.
Perhaps you could be more specific as to what we're looking...
A way to Human annihilation.
A way to activate this vessel's weapon system.
What...
- don't you understand? - I understand perfectly your intent.
But as Mister Sandoval stated during his interrogation,
the Taelon Mothership
will only service the directives of a Taelon.
Which bring us right back to the only one available,
Ra'jel, who is utterly useless.
Why...
does this Taelon choose the cuddle humanity?
Allow this malignancy to continue.
Perhaps because it is part of the Taelon core mission statement.
Of course that wasn't the case when Zo'or was in command of the Mothership.
Zo'or.
It is safe to say you two shared a common vision, Howlyn.
Zo'or of course.
Where is she?
She's dead, Howlyn. You ordered Sandoval to kill her.
True.
But I want confirmation.
Access it from the mind probe.
Now!
Another time, another place,
- Zo'or. - Zo'or is alive. I knew it!
Every King needs his Queen.
You're right about that, you traitor snake.
And I believe, we have a location.
Hey up!
Lieutenant.
You always wore this with pride.
And I once pinned a Bronze Star on it.
Right after we got out of that
big crime that they called S.I war.
Yes Sir.
Didn't we look fine, marching down Pennsylvania Avenue on our victory parade?
Indeed we did.
Now, you're gonna wear it into your court martial.
And if you continue to refuse to work with us,
You'll only wear it on prison fatigues for the rest of your natural life.
- Do you understand that, Lieutenant? - Yes Sir.
You disappoint me.
For all the men in my command, I'd never...
lied. I want you to lay down for me,
from the start to finish. What the agency recruited you?
Who are you working with?
Are you're still pursuing this
airbrain mission to take out the Atavus Mothership?
Maybe killed millions of people here on the ground?
I'm sorry Sir, but I can't answer any of your questions...
You have no rights here.
You are pure essence of incrimination.
Look at you,
you're a disgrace to the flag, the country and the Rangers.
But not to the Humanity, Sir.
A CO of mine taught me that once,
that uniform signifies a commitment.
A commitment to freedom, human freedom,
- at all costs. - Well,
it's gonna cost you your freedom.
You can bet on that.
We've managed to transport her through ID space without incident.
Revive her.
Traitor.
I expected such behaviour from human swine like Sandoval.
But you,
my Prince, to order my assassination.
I had not hand in your confinement, Zo'or.
Of course not.
You wanted me dead.
No.
Judah did.
She was insanely jealous of our...
mutual attraction.
Was?
She's dead.
Sandoval... killed her.
Really?
- How? - It's not important.
You're alive.
- That's all that matters. - You are too kind.
And where is that duplicitous homo sapiens?
Sandoval?
Banished.
Exile to Earth until he can prove he's...
worth.
So...
here we are, Howlyn.
Again.
Tell me your intentions?
It's time to...
ally ourselves to take control of Earth.
We?
You are suggesting a partnership?
Of sorts.
Your reluctance is highly revealing.
You did want me dead.
But Sandoval hid the truth from you, until now.
Until the hour of your need.
I'm your deliverer.
You'll be wise to show gratitude rather then suspicion, Zo'or.
I will show you nothing,
until you reveal your true motives.
I have told you what you need to know.
I think not.
And until you do
I have no interest in continuing this discussion.
- I'm late for Court. - It could be even later.
The choice is yours, Lieutenant.
How pathetic.
A deposed commander desperately trying to
reclaim her glory.
Not as pathetic as a leader who is so paralysed by fear
that he can't make the hard decisions required to gain his empire.
You were correct earlier.
Sandoval was under orders to terminate you.
Orders which he disobeyed.
You will never manipulate me with your fabrications.
I'd venture to guess you also lied about the death of your pityful concubine.
How dare you...
disacred the name of my beloved Judah?
She was killed by the human vermin...
fighting
- to defend Atavus honor. - My! How sad.
You revived me because you need me for something.
Now, what is it?
This plague of humanity has proven more difficult to
eradicate than anticipated.
I must to utilize the Mothership's weapons to
annihilate the populace.
And the Mothership
won't grant weapons' access
to an uncivilized hidden species like the Atavus.
A species to which you now belong...
in case you've forgotten.
Then what makes you think I can succeed where you failed?
You still possess your core energy.
So...
signature of a Taelon.
The Mothership may respond to you as one.
That is remarkably sophisticated reasoning, Howlyn.
Especially for you.
I will consider your proposition.
Along with my list of demands.
There's only one viable mission strategy here.
Get in an assault team on the Mothership and destroy the weapons from on board.
Assuming, I can get you pass the Mothership's shields,
can you put together an assault team?
There's only one team I know that can pull this off.
That's mine.
I'm a fugitive now.
I'm being charged with treason by Kirkland himself,
one of the most decorated soldiers this country has ever seen.
At this point, I can't even lead a team into the mess hall.
This is your team we're talking about, here.
You think they give a damn with anybody says about you?
If Kirkland's the one doing the talking, yes I do.
Then you underestimate your own men.
They'll understand why you did what you did.
Oh! Hello.
Check it out, your little band of merry-men managed to impress even me.
Merry-men?
There's a group of Doors International scientists that have remain loyal to me.
I've had them working on a backup plan, to take down those shields.
Can I help you with something?
Well, probably, but it wouldn't be appropriate.
The story of my life.
- I'm sorry to hear that. - Me too.
Anyway,
Renée has told me some really good things about you.
Don't believe everything you hear.
Look, Renée tells that you respect authority, but...
you're not afraid to act on your own when you think you have to.
In fact,
her exact words were...
ultimate hero.
She said that about me?
In case you hadn't noticed
her feelings for you go a little beyond professional admiration.
What?
And you will allow...
me to rule alongside of you?
Under the circumstances, I believe my offer is quite generous.
I could just as easily have demanded that you serve as my second in command.
Then, I could have demanded that you'd be kill where you stand.
Who are you to dictate any terms to me?
Your one and only hope to subdue the human threat.
The Atavus are mine!
They would never accept you as their commander.
I have always been a leader.
I can build my own coalition.
There is one final issue.
In no way, our power sharing arrangement
imply that you and I will become lovers.
I will remain free to choose my own mate.
And, it most definitely will not be you.
You keep this issue in mind, Zo'or.
If you fail to access the Mothership's weapon system,
you will be of no use to me.
The best that you could hope for then,
is a painless death.
I will not fail.
It's a directed pulse generator.
Now, if these specs are accurate,
it'll disable the Mothership's shields, long enough for us to get through.
Alright.
Let's flow the communiqué revealing that the good lieutenant here
is hiding out at a warehouse on Front Street.
Make sure Army intelligence intercepts it for a certainty.
If Kirkland thinks they've found you,
whose he gonna send to bring you in?
Obviously men who know how I operate.
- That would be my team. - Exactly.
Look, Renée. I know what you're trying to do here,
- and it's not the point. - The point is this:
I'm willing to risk my life on your belief
that your men have the sense of honor,
and duty that you drilled into them. The only question here is you...
Are you willing to find out whether or not your men are afraid to follow their hearts,
as well as their heads.
My men are afraid... of nothing.
When I chose to team up with you, and betray the chain of command
I fully understood the implications of that decision,
and that I was the only one at risk.
The only one?
It was different when it was just you and me,
carrying out the mission, but now, you're asking me to...
induce soldiers into committing treason,
they're men who put their complete trust into me.
Look, we're fighting for our lives. It's us or them, it's really that simple.
You command a devotion of your men for one reason:
An unequivocal belief in yourself.
And that conviction is never more important as it is right now.
Up to this point,
that conviction has been rooted in the one constant in my life.
My complete and unfailing loyalty to the United States Army.
- And I've gone hell away out of that. - The Army didn't turn on you.
The Atavus have infiltrated every part of our government.
They are the ones that turned you in.
And as soon as we complete our mission, I'll see you exonerated.
I promise you.
- Renée, I... - I am a genius.
They took the bait.
Kirkland's sending your unit to the warehouse on Front Street.
They've been ordered to treat you with extreme prejudice.
In other words...
dead or alive.
Contact the Mothership's computer.
Apparently, you're having trouble understanding our agreement.
We are equals. You don't give me orders.
Until you prove to me that you can assume control of this ship,
our agreement means nothing! Now, get to work.
Greetings Zo'or. I welcome your return.
Transfer all ship command functions to me.
I detect an alteration in your energy anatomy, please explain.
As you are well aware,
all Taelons were suffering from a depletion of their core energy.
This is the cause of the anomaly you have identified.
Negative. I have detected the presence of Atavan DNA in your system.
Core energy depletion would not account for this. Kindly elaborate.
My death was imminent, my only recourse
was to reluctantly submit to a transfusion of Atavus life force,
to replenish the core energy I had lost.
The ramifications of such a transfusion are unclear.
Before I yield control of the ship,
I must ascertain whether the purity of your Taelon consciousness
- has been defiled. - I can assure you,
my Taelon integrity has not been compromised.
Not sufficient. I require a full body scan.
Report to the medical bay.
At once.
You fool!
A full body scan will prove that you're now an Atavus.
I've already admitted the presence of Atavus DNA in my system.
The Mothership's only concern is that I still possess the intellect of a Taelon.
And believe me, I do.
Freeze! Don't move.
- Time for a gut check, men. - I'm Sergeant Edward Manning,
United States Army Rangers in pursuit of a military fugitive.
Now, put you hands on your head, and lay on the ground.
- That really won't be necessary, Sgt. - I don't have time to play games, Ma'am.
And we are authorized to shoot to kill.
I don't think so, Ed.
You broke into a North ally command silo.
With a good reason.
What? Now, you're telling me you're innocent?
It's not about innocence or guilt anymore.
All the sudden, you're bigger than the United States Army?
I had no choice. I had to act on my own.
Why?
Because the aliens have infiltrated
the highest levels of the Armed Forces, that's why.
Kirkland said you try and mess with our heads.
Look, I can prove it.
If the Atavus leader gets command of the Mothership's weapons,
we can kiss the Earth goodbye.
Palmer and I, we're good to go on a covered operation to destroy
the alien's artillery until Kirkland pull the plug.
Kirkland's never back down from anything as life.
That's exactly my point.
Someone else is pulling the strings here.
Someone who's controlled by the aliens who wants to sabotage our mission.
We swore duty... to defend this country.
And now, it's time to step up to it.
I can't take out those weapons without you.
I wish there were another way, but this is the hand that we've been dealt.
It's decision time.
Ready to deploy, Sir.
pite the alteration in your energy anatomy
your consciousness remains essentially Taelon.
I had no doubt my superior Taelon intellect
would resist the Atavus pollution.
- Power up the weapon systems! - What is the reason for this request?
- To mount an attack on Earth. - The Taelon core mission statement
is to embrace humanity, and nurture its development.
What possible motivation could there be for an attack against this planet?
Only to quell forces that threaten and harm to the human population.
Request granted. Initiating activation of weapon systems.
How long will it take to activate the weapons?
This looks like the most direct route from the shuttle bay to the weapons bay.
It's also are the most heavily controlled by hybrids.
I think we got a better chance to go through this way.
Any luck yet?
You're not gonna believe what I've been through.
There was a call,
the signal was scrambled through a quantum matrix,
then it did a digital bounce off of three secure Globals, and
that was just the beginning, after that...
If we can't find out
who in the military's been compromised, Michaels is going right back
to prison or even worse. What's the bottom line?
Are you sure Renée? I'm not gonna share the jackpot.
What are you talking about?
Oh, I don't know maybe a direct communication
between a high ranking officer, and the Mothership.
Who?
I don't know. I haven't got there yet, but I will prevail trust me.
Alright, look. Once you identify the traitor
get the word to Hubble Urick, he'll know what to do.
Alright it's time. I'm gonna activate the pulse generator
to put down those shields.
Let's do it.
It worked, shields are down, we're going in.
The shields have been compromised.
We're under attack.
They must be stopped before they board the ship.
Well...
Killing you will be a pleasure Miss Palmer.
- It is long overdue. - Likewise Zo'or.
- Nice flight. - You go ahead take out the weapons.
I head back out to engage the shuttle.
I think, we have a better chance if we all stick together.
No, we have a much better chance if you don't have to get through Zo'or.
If I don't make it back, you'll be sitting ducks up here.
Don't need your pep talk, I need it'll work, Renée.
They'll turn you into hybrids, Lieutenant.
Not gonna happen.
We know what we signed up for, we are prepared to die.
Although we would rather not,
so you make sure you get that pretty little butt of yours back, alright?
We'll do, Sir!
Alright, gentlemen. Let's get down to business.
Go.
You will die alone in the cold void of space. How pity.
Specially when I'll take you down with me.
Only in your dreams, Miss Palmer.
My shuttle and I seem to be doing just fine.
Not for long.
Clear.
Weapons bay at 200 metres.
Weapons fire only has a last resort.
We don't want our host in the way.
You are merely the latest in a long line
of Resistance fighters who has opposed me.
And, just like all the rest of them, you will fall.
I don't know.
Maybe it's time to change the end of that story.
Let's rig them.
They've found us!
Let's go.
We're out!
I can't shake Zo'or.
Weapons are set to blow in 30 seconds.
Weapons bay is located right below the bridge, right?
Affirmative!
- Detonation in 22, 21, 20... - Meet me at the shuttle bay.
With Taelon brain and Atavus brawn,
I am smarter than you, and stronger than you.
But not faster. Goodbye, Zo'or.
Sha'bra!
Go, go, go!
Any other questions?
Well, let's get on with it.
Stand down, Sergeant.
You're in deep trouble, son, and you're sinking fast.
Not this time, General.
You're under arrest for crimes against humanity.
Don't delude yourself.
They've hybrids planted in every branch of the Army services.
Well, then, this place is as good as any to start the extermination process.
- You'll never find us all. - Don't count on that
To a job well done.
Now, you've got to show me the new hardware.
Of course.
Well, I did get you exonerated, like I promised.
And, yeah, you definitely owe me, Captain.
I think, I owe you for a lot more than that, Renée.
And, I would like to take this opportunity...
this...
this moment to...
express with...
great gratitude, my...
appreciation...
This isn't going very well, is it?
Well... stop trying so hard, and...
be a man of action.
You can handle it.
Yeah, I think I can handle it.