Earth: Final Conflict

Previously on Gene Roddenberry's Earth Final Conflict:

We need a leader.

Someone who will inspire us to action.

I believe that you're that leader, Liam.

I've been Resistance since the day one.

One never knows who to trust these days.

That's right, Major.

Sometimes it's the people you least expect.

Sandoval's gotta be stopped.

The Resistance will be crushed once and for all.

I'm already collecting names.

If some of them lead back to Da'an, so much the better.

There is a basic truth that you must understand.

I am a Taelon and I will never betray my own species.

I am a human being.

And I will never betray my species.

Close enough, Mr. Pratt.

Please, excuse the theatrics, I have no desire to be identified.

I don't get many commissions face to face, actually.

Why put yourself in such a vulnerable position?

I'm only vulnerable if you know where to find me.

Impressive.

My fee is 5 million. Half now, half later. No discussion.

Your terms were explained to me when I arranged this meeting.

In the case you'll find half your money and a holodisk with target information.

Him?

Before you exact the commission, let me stress

I am not hiring you for a simple murder.

My needs are far more complex.

No problem.

In fact,

I'll do whatever you need

for half the price.

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.

You are with us again, Number 894. Which is your pleasure tonight?

I need a memory block.

I have sufficient credit in the club bank for 3 hours.

That is confirmed. During the block, how do you want me to refer to you?

By name, number, or a form of abuse?

Nothing.

Very well, 894. You are Nothing.

You may recline.

You should've told me you have a cyber-viral implant.

- Bypass it. - I cannot bypass a CVI.

I'm paying for oblivion.

When I find the damping rhythm for your encephalogram

I can lower you beneath the threshold of memory.

I've made...

I've made my choice...

I do what I do for the knowledge...

To destroy them.

Look for a triangle of argon lasers in the 6000 angstrom range.

If they don't signal, then the fallback is Boston, then Hartford.

Got it. Two o'clock low.

- Computer, turn the lights on. - The lights are on.

You could fool me. Specify the nature of the security error.

Checking. There is no error.

Then why am I staring at a blinking error light?

I have no data on why you think you're staring at the error light,

but I can confirm it is not blinking.

I can't believe that I just bought this system a month ago!

Believe it.

Max?

A month old system isn't going to stop an amoralist.

You like?

A new non-ferrous ceramic compound.

Cuts anything.

And it won't set off metal detectors.

What's the matter, Augur?

Having a bad day suddenly?

We are unarmed.

They're clean.

Haley.

Thank God you're alive, they said you've been skrilled.

Thanks, but we don't have time for teen sympathy, Liam.

They're using night satellites and they blasting anyone

doing anything that they don't like.

So let's get down do it, we have 3 minutes.

What happened at Charlotte?

Ten of us were in the safe house.

We scattered when they hit, but I caught the edge of a skrill blast.

They were inside and on us before we knew what hit us,

before we could even reach for our guns.

Like Savannah, and Mobile, and Miami.

Now I certain someone in the Atlanta cell rolled over.

Every Resistance cell in the south has been blown since the last week.

Let's face it, Liam.

- The Resistance is finished. - No.

We're not finished. But we are our own worst enemy, all it takes is

one Resistance fighter to talk and they can roll up the entire network.

Right, we need to isolate every cell from all of the others.

But we have to communicate.

So, from now on it'll be one way only: from me to the cell leaders directly.

And untraceable.

I'll be in the center.

You all know me already, so there's no new security risk for me.

I've already had someone devise a new trapdoor cypher to actualize our globals.

It has a rolling authenticator code. You can receive, but can't send.

What he's not saying is if you're kept the FBI

there's no way you can give them your code.

Or anyone else's, no matter how hard they hit on you.

It's this or the Resistance is doomed.

Trust me.

Ronald.

Ronald, can you hear me?

My CVI is malfunctioning.

I've lost 3.1 hours of memory.

Your CVI, according to our diagnostics, seems to be operating properly.

You've been unconscious, I've got you in ICU of Bethesda.

What happened?

- Was I injured? - No, your metabolism collapsed.

According to my preliminary diagnosis,

it's a blood disorder caused by a genetic defect.

But I'll go into details tomorrow, right now you need to rest.

Who knows I'm here?

No one, only me, as per your instructions.

I have to leave Bethesda before anyone finds out...

No, no, you don't understand. This could re-occur any moment.

You mean I'd blackout?

At the least.

I might as well tell you.

You were clinically dead.

If it wasn't for bio-genetic mimicry you would be.

Can I be cured?

Honestly, I don't know.

I need to find out what research has been done, and try to buy you some time.

But there's no way you can leave this hospital.

Then, Dr. Curzon,

while I'm breathing, you will consider me to be your only patient, understood?

Yes, understood.

Three infrared detectors, four panic buttons.

Pretty standard.

What do you want, Max?

Right down to business, huh? Oh, that's cold.

Didn't you miss your partner?

You never even wrote me.

I couldn't find out where you were doing your time.

I was in the sendep cell in Baltimore,

floating in salty water of my own body temp.

Total sensory deprivation.

You should try it sometime. After the first hour

you'd kill for a sound, a pain,

anything.

I did six years.

Where did you come up with a name like Augur?

Wasn't Marcus Deveraux good enough?

It got you through your first 25 years all the way from Senegal to Philly.

I needed a new ID.

Oh, that's right, the cops gave you a nice new sanitized life.

You went too far, Max. People were dying. I could not live with that.

The cops had it all anyway, and I had to cut a deal to testify,

or go to sendep. Max, I just couldn't handle it.

You know how they keep track of you in there, Augur?

They give you a bar code, like a can of soup.

Some of us decided not to be scanned.

An A.

I heard you before, you're an amoralist.

And you know what that is?

It's a label sendep prisoners give themselves after they get out..

I'm nobody, I'm nowhere and I'm filthy rich.

All I have to do is what I'm paid to do. Anything.

But you can still play the system without trashing your conscience.

Max, when you and I worked together, we still had some rules, yes?

Morality is a losing proposition.

It takes time, and it no longer matters.

These day all you can afford to be is fast

and dead.

That picture is not from my database.

Oh, didn't I mention? I've got a new commission.

First, he told me where to find you.

Then he told me about the work you do for your friend Liam Kincaid,

and for the Resistance.

I want the security protocols and communication data.

Max, please, I cannot sell these people out.

You will give me what I want, Augur.

Or Liam Kincaid is a dead man.

I need more. I need you to put me inside the Resistance.

How they monitor the volunteers, how they encode the secure communications.

They use a rolling code in a random number generator, I don't know it.

I've had good success lately with bio-engineered tropical fevers.

You find new variants around every bend of those big jungle rivers.

One touch, and your friend Liam will be dead in seconds.

Max, Max, Max, look, this is between us, what does Liam have to do with it?

And why does your client want to know about the Resistance?

"Why" is one word an amoralist never uses.

I get the comm data, Kincaid lives. That's all you need to know.

But how do I know you won't kill him anyway?

Well, you'll just have to trust me.

While I'm here for testing, Major,

you'll have to pick up my schedule.

Zo'or appears in San Francisco on Tuesday for an awards banquet.