Earth: Final Conflict

Previously on Gene Roddenberry's Earth Final Conflict:

Why are you pushing this so hard?

It legitimizes my position as a liaison between Doors International and Taelons.

Why the hell would you be breaking into secured area?

Doors has a small fortune invested in these coventures with the Taelons,

not to mention my reputation. Damn right I'm gonna find everything I can.

Focus on your own business, Miss Palmer.

Let us handle ours.

Strength of the Taelons lies in the common purpose.

That is the core of the Commonality. What you are suggesting is blasphemy.

No, the Commonality is our weakness.

We are running from the Jaridians because they are not bound by a commonality.

They are individuals, like the humans.

Please, leave me alone.

Please, leave me alone!

Please.

Leave me alone.

Please, leave me alone, please.

No!

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.

Let's get press out of here!

Who is this?

Liam Kincaid, I'm with the Companion Protector Service in DC.

Is this official, Kincaid? Otherwise, I'm busy.

I saw it happen.

Security says he was alone in the building.

- How did you get in here? - I didn't exactly.

You saw it, but you weren't here?

I'm trying to get some inkling of how you fit into this.

- If you weren't here, where were you? - In my place in Washington, asleep.

I know how it sounds, but...

I dreamt it.

Look, he was terrified of something.

He ran from it, he broke that vase...

Sweeney, find out if the IO gave any of this to the press,

and if he did, I'll have his job.

The vase wasn't on the news.

I dreamed it.

You found his ring yet?

Solid gold, the design was a...

circle with a dot in the middle, it's under his right arm.

That's the ring I saw.

Can you dream up an explanation for this?

The arson team says the way this circle melted into the floor,

the fire was maybe 2,000 degrees.

Which means the whole carpet would have burned and taken whole building with it.

- It didn't look like a real fire. - I guess not.

Or this ring would be a puddle of metal, wouldn't it?

Mr. Briggs might have had the decency to finish what he was doing.

Briggs can be replaced.

This time find someone with more emotional stability.

Emotional instability is not exclusively human, Zo'or.

- You refer to Ku'don suicide? - And Rho'ha before him.

I might point out, they were both in charge of projects for you.

Both voluntarily left this plane of existence to enter the next level.

Ku'don suffered from prolonged despair

and Rho'ha was polluted with human DNA. They were exceptions.

In any case, my source at NYPD

tells me that the detective in charge is widening his investigation.

Then take the case over and close it.

I do not wish any investigation.

If the FBI strong arms the New York police at this stage,

they'll be suspicious.

Let's wait and see, I can use federal laws to intervene when I need to.

How you do it is irrelevant. Just keep my agenda on track.

Begone!

This is a lot for me to absorb at 10:30 in the morning. I was in Paris until 6.

Well, forget the fact I dreamed it happened. I was shown it somehow.

I saw the look in Briggs' eyes, Renee, he was insane with fear.

Doors maintains a who's who database of financial movers and shakers.

Carson Briggs was definitely in that group. That's him there.

The Wall Street Journal called him a genius at 26.

He saved his bank from going under.

I knew World Commonwealth privately held one of the top five US banks.

It predates the revolution, started by one of those European families

that got rich off of wars and who knows what.

Any idea why you'd have a nightmare about the bank?

It wasn't a nightmare, it was real. There was a blue light and a voice.

Well, you didn't know Briggs, so you couldn't dream him up.

What's the bank's position?

They waved their right to a search warrant,

they sent Briggs' accounts right over to the NYPD.

No search warrant, no search.

Exactly. Now, while I dig in Briggs' personal life,

could you use your Doors cover to get into the bank?

We need to explain why there are Taelon symbols all over it.

Okay. But if I go in through the front door, officially,

I won't find out much.

They usually hide the skeletons behind the back door.

That's why the back door is usually locked.

Exile.

Somebody got here before we did.

A heat signature passed through here not long ago.

Let's lay down that fog of binary shock gas.

He's going to cardiac arrest after his first breath but fire if you have to.

Fan out and search. Do not let him out.

Fan out! Follow me!

Someone broke the police seal. We missed him.

If only you could see this place, Briggs was losing his mind.

Take inventory. If Briggs followed my orders,

we don't have to worry, if not, he didn't died soon enough.

They had M-31 neutron beam guns.

Which the Taelons only issue to Volunteers.

Oh, they weren't in uniform. I called in an anonymous 911,

maybe the cops can find out who they were.

Briggs hid this data log in his cellar.

One symbol stands for impurity, the rest looks like Taelon script,

but I can't read any of it.

Is encrypted.

I've never broken purely Taelon code, but I'd like a crack at it.

Well, be my guest.

Oh, I saw the light again, the one from my dream.

This time I understood what it was trying to say. It said "exile".

I think recognize who it is.

How can you recognize it? It's a light.

And I, for one, am not prepared to start believing in apparitions.

His name was Ku'don, I've seen him a few times on the mother ship.

Ku'don...

Strictly Taelon business, not much human contact, right?

His name was Ku'don? Why was?

Well, he's dead. Or rather, he willed himself to the next plane of existence.

- He killed himself. - Right. Last month, I don't know why.

No one does.

He was a senior member of the Synod.

I met him a few times, and there seemed to be a genuine connection between us.

A dead Taelon showed you where Briggs hid his data log?

Come on, Liam.

We've seen Taelons in any number of strange forms.

We have no idea of their abilities.

This one was translucent, floating through walls.

- Though walls? - Like a specter?

An alien specter.

Let's just call it an entity, for now.

Miss Palmer, I am Samuel Priest, it's a pleasure to meet you..

Likewise, Mr. Priest.

Thank you.

So, I understand that Mr. Doors is interested in borrowing 60 million

in the next two months.

He wants to include New World Commonwealth into loan syndicate.

That's very gratifying.

I can't tell you how hard we've worked to regenerate trust in the corporate community.

Carson Briggs pulled that off, didn't he? I read about his death today.

It's a tragedy.

A terrible loss. And a personal loss for me.

He was a direct descendant of the original banking family.

Excuse me, Mr. Priest.

My security sweep indicates a radio source in your office.

I'm sorry, Miss Palmer.

Mr. Fisk's system detects everything, beepers, personal digital organizers.

We prohibit unauthorized recordings.

Well, that's very wise, so do we.

My global, it's on standby. Would that do it?

That would do it.

Well, I'm going to recommend to Jonathan that we proceed with the loan.

Wonderful.

And tell your boss I look forward to meeting him. I admire his style.

I will.

- Flemish, correct? - You have a good eye.

It's form the original family castle in Antwerp, 16th century.

And the circle with the mark in it, that's on the building outside?

Family crest. We use that as the corporate signature.

We chose the logo because in the middle ages it was the alchemist symbol for gold.

Which you certainly have plenty of.

Well, thank you, Mr. Priest. I'll be getting back to you when we've crunched the numbers.

Good day.

You had to barge in? The woman had her global on, so what?

- Establishing a relationship with Doors is... - Foolish.

Even dangerous.

Jonathan Doors has coventures with the Taelons.

That's too close to the bone for you to deal with him as well.

But I'm keeping with the Briggs' guideline...

Briggs is dead.

I'm putting Fisk in charge of the agenda. You well defer to him.

Let me remind you. Our control on this project must remain absolute.

We raised your bank from the ashes. We can burn it to the ground just as fast.

My global, is on standby. Would that do it?

That would do it.

If they auto sweep every business meeting for bugs, they are awfully paranoid.

Hm, I'll say. While you were inside, they not only swept you for radio frequencies,

but for infra-red, ultra waves and magnetic residues.

That sounds unhealthy.

How about Priest? Did you get enough to compute his confidence profile?

Yes.

A terrible loss. And a personal loss for me.

Confidence is low.

The man is lying, he hated Briggs, he's afraid.

I'd say terrified.

His bank just posted in the first quarter gain of 17 billion.

What's he got to be afraid of?

Kincaid. I'm glad you could make it.

We talked to Briggs' friends.